May 6

Through all the fog, through all earth's wintery sighs,

I scent Thy spring, I feel the eternal air,

Warm, soft, and dewy, filled with flowery eyes,

And gentle, murmuring motions everywhere—

Of life in heart, and tree, and brook, and moss;

Thy breath wakes beauty, love, and bliss, and prayer,

And strength to hang with nails upon thy cross.