I come in blossom-time, Singing days and sunny days, Flitting like a fairy thro’ a nectar-laden land, Flashing o’er the underbrush; Happy days and honey days Hear my cheery calling when the springtime is at hand. Foxglove and pentstemon Know my harmless ravishing, Lucerne and lavender and Canterbury bell; Hollyhock and honeysuckle, All their sweetness lavishing, Lure me to the banqueting and hide my wooing well. Hanging now, or hovering, Flitting, light as thistledown, Thro’ my towered banquet hall where Beauty points the way, Pausing now a little while To send a joyous whistle down An avenue of loveliness, to hymn a perfect day— I come in blossom-time, Singing down the sunny days, All their sweetness proffering, the flowers bend and nod, With bee and butterfly Sharing now the honey days, I sip the cup’s kind offering and sing my grace to God.