A Vernal Offering - An 1849 Poem
The joyous Spring looks out and smiles. Thomson.
By James, Kendall, N.Y.
- The daisy and the violet,
- Are waking in the glade,
- The merry joyous rivulet
- Is singing in the shade;
- There's music on the mountain,
- And a song on every tree,
- And a gush from every fountain,
- As it journeys to the sea.
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- The lark is singing with the breeze,
- At early morn, her song of yore,
- The robin mid the cherry trees,
- Is flying by the kitchen door;
- The waking earth looks up and smiles,
- The conscious forests, joyful shout,
- From hill to dale, on every breeze,
- The strains of mirth and gladness float.
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- The pattering of the April rain,
- That drippeth at the casement wall,
- Is sweetly chiming with the strain
- Of every distant water fall :
- The echo of the woodman's axe,
- The laugh of many a merry boy,
- The gabble from the poultry yard,
- Proclaims the universal joy.
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- O, call it not a dreary world,
- Tho' winter chill the flowers of mirth,
- There's many a pleasure to cheer,
- The darksome hours on this bad earth;
- O, call it not a joyless world,
- Nor chide old winter too severe,
- For Spring returns the birds and flowers,
- That vanished with the dying year.
April 26, 1849. Farmer's Cabinet 47(37): 1. For the Cabinet.