SPRING. As one with sleep refreshed, see Nature rise From wintry couch; she opes her frozen eyesDispersed the mists and fogs; the orb of day Lights up the freshened scene with warmer ray. 5 All Nature smiles, the valleys laugh and sing, With song of choral birds the woodlands ring; Combined, they all proclaim the joyful reign of Spring. Descends the welcome shower, with mildness fraught, In soft, warm, gentle drops, the earth so long has sought. 10 The blades, their patience crowned, appear again, And grateful hail the warm and moistening rain; The sunny rays o'er fields and plains arise, And seem with their late loss to sympathize. Nor less the flower from sleep they wake amain, 15 Unfold her painted leaf, and bid her reign; Invite to life the deadlike plant and flower, The white-clad flow'rets deck the prickly thorn. 25 So in their glory leave themselves to speak. Arrived the hour of love-bred Valentine, The tender season claims poetic line; The swain no longer hides his ardent love: For lengthened days and hours he mainly strove 30 His love to quell, his bursting heart to appease ; His sighs now vain, in vain seeks partial ease; stand, His love confesses, trembling claims the hand Of her, the beauteous nymph-her victim lost 35 If she reluctant prove, nor pay the cost Of tender broken heart, since only she Thrice happy he to see his love returned, With equal love her lovely bosom burned; 40 To seal their happiness, confirm their bliss, They interchange the pure, enamoured kiss. Returning Spring a moral aspect shows; A lesson learn we from the blooming rose, The flowers varied, dressed in beauteous sheen, 45 Reflecting gravely what they late have been. Shall Spring alone revive the deadlike flower, Each buried plant, and clothes the wide-spread heath 50 In vest of golden sheen and purple hue? 55 Now dressed in shining garb, with one accord His praise proclaiming, brilliantly arrayed In robes of righteousness, Himself has made. That we should guiltless stand before His throne, To worship, praise Him, Lord of lords alone— 60 Put off the garb of Nature's sin and death,— To glorify His name who gave us breath, To sing His praises who with heavenly birth Quickened our bodies when they slept in earth; Like painted flowers revived, they flourish, stand 65 Memorials, proofs of His Almighty hand. The flower, with beauty decked, from grave revived, Judge what it was when of that life deprived; Bare grain or seed concealed in mother earth, Till sun, with warming ray, gave second birth. 70 E'en such are we, till He, the Lord of lords, The Sun of Righteousness, His grace affords ; |