(For my grandson Clement, to send to
little Fanny French on Valentine's Day
the 14th of February 1852.)
Now let us hope, my Fanny dear,
That Spring will not delay
With smiling features to appear
And chase the cold away.
How welcome after frost and snow,
And trees in ice all clad,
To feel the Southern breezes blow,
And see all nature glad!
Then, birds return'd from climes remote,
Their joyous carols blend,
And seem to pour, each one, the note
Of a returning friend.
The silent dews and gentle showers
And brooks from frost set free
Then softly wake the sleeping flowers
And blossoms of the tree.
The roses spread their bosoms wide,
And breathe the open air,
While swelling rosebuds, Flora's pride,
Keep forth all sweet and fair.
But let them breathe on zephyr's wing
The sweest breath they can,
There's not a rosebud of the spring
So sweet as little Fan.