Full Lyrics
I come, I come! ye have called me long,
I come o’er the mountain with light and song!
Ye may trace my way o’er the wakening earth,
By the winds that tell of the violet’s birth,
By the primrose stars in the shadowy grass,
By the green leaves, opening as I pass.
From the streams and founts I have loosed the chain,
They are sweeping on to the silvery main,
They are flashing down from the mountain brows,
They are flinging their spray on the forestboughs.
I come, I come! ye have called me long,
I come o’er the mountain with light and song!
Ye may trace my step o’er the wakening earth,
By the winds which tell of the violet’s birth.
I looked on the hills of the stormy north,
And the larch has hung all his tassels forth;
And the fisher is out on the stormy sea,
And the reindeer bounds o’er the pastures free,
And the pine has a fringe of softer green,
And the moss looks bright, where my foot has been.
