The Soul of April ~ William Bliss Carman (1861-1929)


Over the wintry threshold

Who comes with joy today

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.