Oh! Hush my heart and hearken,
Oh! Hush my heart, a spell
Is cast upon the garden
And echoes in the dell.

The wavelets tell the secret
To the shadowed cliffs once more,
Murmuring of morning
By the half awakened shore.

And mountain streamlets trickle
From their cradles in the snow,
Whispering of sunlight
To the thirsting lakes below.

Oh! hush my heart and hearken,
Be gay my heart and sing!
A snowdrop in the garden
Is dreaming of the spring!

JMT 1948