Now the Lilac Tree's in Bud by Bliss Carman

Now the lilac tree's in bud, / And the morning birds are loud. / Now a stirring in the blood / Moves the heart of every crowd.

Word has gone abroad somewhere / Of a great impending change. / There's a message in the air / Of an import glad and strange.

Not an idler in the street, / But is better off to-day. / Not a traveller you meet, / But has something wise to say.

Now there's not a road too long, / Not a day that is not good, / Not a mile but hears a song / Lifted from the misty wood.

Down along the Silvermine / That's the blackbird's cheerful note! / You can see him flash and shine / With the scarlet on his coat.

Now the winds are soft with rain, / And the twilight has a spell, / Who from gladness could refrain / Or with olden sorrows dwell?