Sound, jocund strains; on pipe and viol sound,
Young voices sing;
Wreathe every door with snow-white garlands round,
For lo! ’tis Spring!
Winter has passed with its sad funeral train,
And hope revives again.
Sir Lewis Morris
All the Secrets of the Universe and Some Really Important Stuff Too!
Sound, jocund strains; on pipe and viol sound,
Young voices sing;
Wreathe every door with snow-white garlands round,
For lo! ’tis Spring!
Winter has passed with its sad funeral train,
And hope revives again.
Sir Lewis Morris