Reed Call For April

When April comes, and pelts with buds And apple-blooms each orchard space, And takes the dog-wood-whitened woods With rain and sunshine of her moods, Like your fair face, like your fair face: It's honey for the bloom and dew, And honey for the heart! And, oh, to be away with you Beyond the town and mart. II. When April comes, and tints the hills With gold and beryl that rejoice, And from her airy apron spills The laughter of the winds and rills, Like your young voice, like your young voice: It's gladness for God's bending blue, And gladness for the heart! And, oh, to be away with you Beyond the town and mart. III. When April comes, and binds and girds The world with warmth that breathes above, And to the breeze flings all her birds, Whose songs are welcome as the words Of you I love, of you I love: It's music for all things that woo, And music for the heart! And, oh, to be away with you Beyond the town and mart.