The Herald of Spring
About the time that winter has
brought me down with dreary blues
I see the first signs of springtime
in the softest yellow hues.
While all around the South still sleeps
in the grip of hibernation,
the first born heir of flowers
greets the world with salutation.
With joy I spy his golden crown
for hope is what he brings,
that soon the dark, cold winter
will step aside for spring.
No other blossom holds my heart
or gives my soul a thrill
quite the way that this bloom does,
this splendid daffodil!
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