I'LL LOVE THEE IN THE SPRING TIME
By Finley Johnson

I'll love thee when the Spring flowers bloom,

For 'twas in Spring we met-

The blissful scenes that round us shone

Are fresh in memory yet;

I know that we were younger then,

But hearts as true as ours

Have scarcely felt the chill of time,

Or heeded passing hours;

And on our day of happiness

Joy's sun has not yet set;

Then in the Spring time I will love,

For 'twas in Spring we met.

I'll love thee in the Summer, too,

For when the Spring is past,

Thy summer-smiles so beauteously

Around my path are cast;

And though the hand of time has press'd

Relentless on thy brow,

And age is slowly creeping on,

Still, still I'll love thee now;

For though our Spring of life is o'er

Ripe fruits life's branches fill;

And be it Spring or Summer time

My heart shall be thine still.