The Soul of April by Bliss William Carman

Lyrics

Over the wintry threshold Who comes with joy to-day So frail, yet so enduring To triumph o'er dismay? Ah, quick her tears are springing And quickly they are dried For sorrow walks before her But gladness walks beside She comes with gusts of laughter,— The music as of rills; With tenderness-and sweetness, — The wisdom of the hills Her hands are strong to comfort Her heart is quick to heed She knows the signs of sadness She knows the voice of need There is no living creature However poor or small But she will know its trouble And hasten to its call Oh, well they fare forever By mighty dreams possessed Whose hearts have lain a moment On that eternal breast