The South Wind

O the kiss of love and the soul of songIs the south wind after frosts and snows!Swallow and violet wait not longWhen warm from the vales of heaven it blows;And meadow and wood and ocean's breastIn a trance of blissful languor rest,And the stars beam soft on the brooding year,And God himself comes near, comes near,When He quiets the earth by the south wind!