Sing praise to God for April,
For bliss of apple bloom,
For honeysuckle`s frangrance,
For lilac`s cool perfume,
For dogwood white and holy
Upon a moonlit hill
Where mockingbirds, enchanted,
Glad psalms of rapture spill.

Sing praise to God for April,
For green and silver days
Of shy and tender glories---
Oh, ever sing his praise.
Praise him till praises echo
To the tall blue above
Who clothed the earth with April
And blessed it with his love.



Jane Hess Merchant