The dark, dark night is gone,
The lark is on the wing,
From bleak and barren fields he soars
Eternal hope to sing.
And shall I be less brave
Than yon sweet lyric thing?
From deeps of failure and despair
Up, up, my heart, and sing!
The dark, dark year is gone;
The red blood of the spring,
Will quicken Nature’s pulses soon,
So, up, my heart, and sing!
“Up, My Heart, and Sing” as it appears in Higginson’s The Voice of April-Land (1903).
Here is the same poem reprinted as “Spring” in an unidentified publication. Clipping courtesy of the Ella Higginson Papers, Center for Pacific Northwest Studies, Heritage Resources, Western Washington University, Bellingham Washington.
“Up, My Heart, and Sing” as it appears in Higginson’s The Vanishing Race (1911).