Spring - An 1856 Poem
By Tyro. Barnesville, May 6th, 1856.
- Stern winter's cruel reign is o'er
- His bowling storms are passed
- His tyrant power had fled before
- The south wind's gentle blast,
- While in his wake, with peaceful smiles,
- Quick follows lovely Spring,
- Who does to every joyful heart
- Supernal pleasures bring.
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- All nature is again renewed
- By some all-quick'ning power,
- And new born beauties spring to light,
- At each successive hour.
- The woods so lately dead and bare,
- Or clothed in sullen gloom
- Are crowned in leaflet diadems,
- Of bright and vernal bloom.
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- Now smiling in the sheltered vale,
- The flow'rets 'gin to peep,
- Waked by the sun's attractive warmth
- From their long night of sleep;
- Hard by the sunny wall, the rose
- Her opening Charms display,
- And the sweet lilac's purple hues
- Delight the eye of day.
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- The birds that to the South repaired
- When Boreas chilled our clime,
- Have walked again the leafy groves,
- With love's harmonious chime;
- The robin and the blue bird gay
- First of the feathered clan
- Now seek protection at our hands
- As truest friends of man.
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- The speckled thrush in gleeful sport
- Now turns his mimic song,
- And in his pride, he dares the wrath
- Of all the singing throng;
- The gentle dove in plaintive tone
- Bemoans her hopeless love,
- While all in grateful praise unite
- To Him who rules above.
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- Along the banks of the rippling stream
- That girts the meadow round,
- The flocks in ruminating mood
- Lie quiet on the ground:
- While near them on the grassy knoll,
- The sportive lambkins stray,
- Fly furious o'er the velvet lawn,
- Or bound in antic play.
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- Now too, in hopes of harvest great
- Reward of patient toil
- The farmer plants his various grains
- In well-prepared soil;
- So we in early life, may sow
- The seeds of virtue fair
- And in the fields of fadeless joy,
- Eternal harvest share.
May 22, 1856. Belmont Chronicle 8(33): 1, new series.