From winters bleary 

eye you stir

To wake from slumber;

Of nature earth

To breathe as mist

on this first spring morn;

To awake the land 

that in torpors gip,

has lain this winter past 

And with your breath;

life is borne

To this bleak and somber land

With running sap and;

Bursting bud to;

Rouse the promised land