In The Spring
Comes a longing of the soul.
Comes a stress of aspiration
Toward some farther, nobler goal.
'Tis as though the life within us,
Like the plant life in the earth,
In the sunshine of the springtime
Seeks renewing and rebirth.
'Tis the soul, imprisoned, restless
Striving with a noble strife
For relief from limitation,
And a larger use of life.
Quillings In Verse
John Edward Everett
(Smith Center: ___. 1912)