’Tis the time of the northward migration
And ahead of the birds we must fly
To where days are of endless duration;
So in chorus we bid you good-bye.
Farewell, my Cupid,
Love speed you on your way.
Farewell, dear Cupid,
And au-revoir we’ll say.
(All in chorus)
Farewell to you, farewell to all, farewell
Paolo, Cupid, Frosties each farewell must say.
[Virginia sitting on a bank of grass and spring flowers, with a band of fairies dancing around her in a ring.]
Spring Draweth Near
Fairies (in Chorus)—
Spring is coming, hear the humming
Of the bumble bees;
Life is waking, buds are breaking,
Love is in the breeze.
Fairies sing for the spring
Mirth and song now belong
To the year.
Birdies wooing, ring doves cooing
From each budding bough.
All things mating, no one waiting,
Love is calling now.
Larks are singing, swallows winging
North, their rapid flight.
Winter’s ending, spring is sending
Warmth and love and light.
What strange emotions fill this breast?
What flitting shadows of unrest
Disturb me so?
I have not ceased to long and dream
Since I was lifted o’er that stream
In strong arms’ clasp what can there
To thrill the heart in fancy free
And leave behind
A joy that is akin to pain,
A longing to be held again
By arms entwined?
[Enter Cupid during last words.]
Good morning to you all, a fairy ring
Delights my heart; I’ll wait and hear you sing.
We’re glad you’re back, you should avoid the snows
Dear careless boy; some day you’ll freeze your toes.
[Cupid fitting arrow to his bow—]
No, don’t you shoot your arrow; ’tisn’t fair!
You’ve learned too much already, spare oh spare
My heart from further pain you cruel boy;
What balm have you for wounds that peace destroy?
Forbid the thought of Cupid causing pain;
Nought else I seek but bringing joy again.
I have a secret message to unfold
To you, the sweetest lover ever told.
I’ll whisper softly in your dainty ear,
So soft that even fairies will not hear.
[Cupid whispers his message.]
Oh Cupid! (C.) How you blush, your burning cheek
Tells plainer still than even lips can speak
Of tenderness for Paolo that glows
Within your heart, and now quite overflows.
Blush of the early morning
Heralds the coming day,
Heralds the beam of sunshine
Chasing the dark away.