This turning earth of ours has brought again
To hearts that have congealed with winter’s chill,
To roots that have been lying deep and still,
The promise of the spring in hill and plain
With warming sunshine and with gentle rain.
And though to us as to the plain and hill
Is shown that Nature doth her pledge fulfil,
We are most conscious of our unearned gain
In pure and infant loveliness. One year
Is she to-day who came into our home
To add fresh fuel to our altar-fire
Of love domestic with her presence dear.
One year! On how swift feet the months have come
Since we were blessed with this fulfilled desire!