author - "Johann David Wyss"
The Winds At Length Were Lulled, The Sun Shot His Brilliant Rays
Through The Riven Clouds, The Rain Ceased to Fall--Spring had Come. No
Prisoners Set At Liberty Could Have Felt More Joy Than We Did As We
Stepped forth From Our Winter Abode, Refreshed our Eyes With The
Pleasant Verdure Around Us, And Our Ears With The Merry Songs Of A
Thousand Happy Birds, And Drank In the Pure Balmy Air Of Spring.
The Winds At Length Were Lulled, The Sun Shot His Brilliant Rays
Through The Riven Clouds, The Rain Ceased to Fall--Spring had Come. No
Prisoners Set At Liberty Could Have Felt More Joy Than We Did As We
Stepped forth From Our Winter Abode, Refreshed our Eyes With The
Pleasant Verdure Around Us, And Our Ears With The Merry Songs Of A
Thousand Happy Birds, And Drank In the Pure Balmy Air Of Spring.