Littell's Living Age/Volume 173/Issue 2234/In the Spring

all the songs been said? Are all the singers dead? Is all the music fled? —

The sum and aim of life One dreary struggle, rife With greed and sordid strife? —

Man but a dull machine, Living a vast routine Of narrow purpose mean?

Oh! while one leaf swings high Against an azure sky In springtime's ecstasy,

There breathes yet the sublime, There beats yet living rhyme, 'Tis still the young world's prime.

Nature has high commands, Bears gifts with lavish hands To him who understands!