Spring Song Of The Swallow.

Oh, the days are growing longer;     So rang the jubilant song of the swallow;     I come a-bringing beauty into the land,     The sky of the West grows warm and yellow,     Oh, gladness comes with my light-winged band,         And the days are growing longer.         Oh, the days are growing longer,     The wavy gleam of fluttering wings,     Touching the silent earth so lightly,     Will wake all the sleeping, beautiful things,     The world will glow so brightly - brightly;         And the days are growing longer.         Oh, the days are growing longer,     All the rivulets dumb will laugh, and run     Over the meadows with dancing feet;     Following the silvery plough of the sun,     Will be furrows filled with wild flowers sweet:         And the days are growing longer.         Oh, the days are growing longer;     Over whispering streams will rushes lean,     To answer the waves' soft murmurous call;     The lily will bend from its watch-tower green,     To list to the lark's low madrigal,         And the days are growing longer.         Oh, the days are growing longer;     When they lengthen to ripe and perfect prime,     Then, oh, then, I will build my happy nest;     And all in that pleasant and balmy time,     There never will be a bird so blest;         And the days are growing longer.