Now let us hope, my Fanny dear, That Spring will not delay With smiling features to appear And chase the cold away. How welcome after frost and snow, And trees in ice all clad, To feel the Southern breezes blow, And see all nature glad! Then, birds return'd from climes remote, Their joyous carols blend, And seem to pour, each one, the note Of a returning friend. The silent dews and gentle showers And brooks from frost set free Then softly wake the sleeping flowers And blossoms of the tree. The roses spread their bosoms wide, And breathe the open air, While swelling rosebuds, Flora's pride, Keep forth all sweet and fair. But let them breathe on zephyr's wing The sweetest breath they can, There's not a rosebud of the spring So sweet us little Fan.