I COME in blossom-time,
    Singing days and sunny days,
Flitting like a fairy thro’ a nectar-laden land,
Flashing o’er the underbrush;
    Happy days and honey days
Hear my cheery calling when the springtime is at hand.

Foxglove and pentstemon
    Know my harmless ravishing,
Lucerne and lavender and Canterbury bell;
Hollyhock and honeysuckle,
    All their sweetness lavishing,
Lure me to the banqueting and hide my wooing well.

Hanging now, or hovering,
    Flitting, light as thistledown,
Thro’ my towered banquet hall where Beauty points the way,
Pausing now a little while
    To send a joyous whistle down
An avenue of loveliness, to hymn a perfect day—

I come in blossom-time,
    Singing down the sunny days,
All their sweetness proffering, the flowers bend and nod,
With bee and butterfly
    Sharing now the honey days,
I sip the cup’s kind offering and sing my grace to God.