Travel Hopefully

Spring Days seem chill and oh! so slow,
For, drearily, North winds still blow,
Pray, soon, the warmth of sun and breeze,
The cherry-trees’ pink blossom frees.

Should some sad heart feel sorrow’s pain,
With thoughts of joys they’ll ne’er regain,
There is “The Hope” – it’s always there
That awaits – is ever fair!