Song

O Spirit of the Summertime !

       Bring back the roses to the dells ;

   The swallow from her distant clime,

       The honey-bee from drowsy cells.

   Bring back the friendship of the sun ;

       The gilded evenings, calm and late,

  When merry children homeward run,

       And peeping stars bid lovers wait.

   Bring back the singing; and the scent

       Of meadowlands at dewy prime;—

  Oh, bring again my heart's content,

       Thou Spirit of the Summertime !