A Child of Spring by Ellen Robena Field

          I know a little maiden,
          She is very fair and sweet,
          As she trips among the grasses
          That kiss her dainty feet;
          Her arms are full of flowers,
          The snow-drops, pure and white,
          Timid blue-eyed violets,
          And daffodillies bright.

          She loves dear Mother Nature,
          And wanders by her side;
          She beckons to the birdlings
          That flock from far and wide.
          She wakes the baby brooklets,
          Soft breezes hear her call;
          She tells the little children
          The sweetest tales of all.

          Her brow is sometimes clouded,
          And she sighs with gentle grace,
          Till the sunbeams, daring lovers,
          Kiss the teardrops from her face.
          Well we know this dainty maiden,
          For April is her name;
          And we welcome her with gladness,
          As the springtime comes again.