Grand Haven Daily Tribune April 25, 1904
Dreams of Springtime.
(By David Fletcher Hunton.)
I dream of lovely Springtime,
The poem of the year;
Of all the vernal freshness,
That comes our hearts to cheer:
Of smooth and grassy hillsides,
Where happy children play;
Of fragrant southwest breezes,
And buds and bells of May.
I’m dreaming of the beauty,
Of April’s changing light;
And of the constellations,
That gem the brow of night:—
Of budding shrubs, and maples,
And the restless bee;
Of laughing old “Grand River”,
From icy chains set free.
I dream of sylvan forests,
And their changing guise;
Of all that’s new and lovely
In earth, and air, and skies—
Of April’s showers and sunshine
And May’s delicious air;
Of morning’s balmy glories
And beauty everywhere!
I dream of splendid sunsets
Of cloudlets fringed with gold;
Of gleaming, deepest purple,
And glories, manifold:—
Of Michigan’s grand waters,
And of its sandy floor,
Of all it’s tossing “white-caps”,
That kiss it’s lovely shore.
I dream of pearly snow-drops,
Dame Nature’s timid child;
Of all the yellow cowslips,
And daisies growing wild:
Of lilacs, proudly tossing
Their heads to every breeze
And fairy blossoms falling
Around the apple trees.
I dream of swallows coming,
And building neath the eaves,
Of all the freckled nest eggs,
Among the grass and leaves:
Of robins and of blue-birds,
And of the tiny wren;
Of all the merry songsters,
That love the haunts of men.
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How often in my dreaming,
I seem their songs to hear;
And every one seems singing,
“REJOICE! THE SPRING IS HERE”!
Grand Haven, Mich., March 14th, 1904