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THE WINTER BEING OVER.
The winter being over,
This may learn
Them that mourn,
But those that are contented
He therefore that sustaineth
They that faint
Of wind and rain and icy chill,
Of sunlight poured on lake and hill. No beast or bird in earth or sky,
Whose voice doth not with gladness thrill; For Time hath laid his mantle by
Of wind and rain and icy chill.
CHARLES OF ORLEANS.
For if they could with patience
But if the mind
He that is melancholy,
Sparks of joy
Fly away ;
RETURN OF SPRING.
[Translation.] God shield ye, heralds of the spring, Ye faithful swallows, fleet of wing,
Houps, cuckoos, nightingales, Turtles, and every wilder bird, That make your hundred chirpings heard
Through the green woods and dales. God shield ye, Easter daisies all, Fair roses, buds, and blossoms small,
And he whom esst the gore Of Ajax and Narciss did print, Ye wild thyme, anise, balm, and mint,
I welcome ye once more. God shield ye, bright embroidered train Of butterflies, that on the plain
Of each sweet herblet sip; And ye, new swarms of bees, that go Where the pink flowers and yellow grow
To kiss them with your lip.
A hundred thousand times I call
Shall we have, for laughter
Freely shouted to the woods, till all the echoes ring.
Send the children up
To the high hill's top,
To woo spring's caresses.
See, the birds together,
Worship God (for he is God of birds as well as
And each feathered neighbor The cock is crowing,
Enters on his labor, — The stream is flowing,
Sparrow, robin, red pole, finch, the linnet, and the The small birds twitter,
wren. The lake doth glitter,
As the year advances, The green field sleeps in the sun ;
Trees their naked branches The oldest and youngest
Clothe, and seek your pleasure in their green apAre at work with the strongest;
parel. The cattle are grazing,
Insect and wild beast Their heads never raising;
Keep no Lent, but feast; There are forty feeding like one !
Spring breathes upon the earth, and their joy 's
increased, Like an army defeated
And the rejoicing birds break forth in one loud The snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill ;
Ah, come and woo the spring; The plough-boy is whooping - anon - anon! | List to the birds that sing: There's joy on the mountains ;
Pluck the primroses ; pluck the violets; There's life in the fountains ;
Pluck the daisies,
Sing their praises ;
Friendship with the flowers some noble thought The rain is over and gone!
Come forth and gather these sweet elves,
Come forth and gather them yourselves ;
Learn of these gentle flowers whose worth is more
than gold. LACD the first spring daisies ; Chant aloud their praises ;
Come, come into the wood; Send the children up
Pierce into the bowers To the high hill's top;
Of these gentle flowers, Tax not the strength of their young hands Which, not in solitude To increase your lands.
Dwell, but with cach other keep society : Gather the primroses,
And with a simple piety, Make handfuls into posies ;
Are ready to be woven into garlands for the good. Take them to the little girls who are at work in Or, upon summer earth, mills:
To die, in virgin worth ; Pluck the violets blue, -
Or to be strewn before the bride, Ah, pluck not a few!
And the bridegroom, by her side. Knowest thou what good thoughts from Heaven the violet instils ?
Come forth on Sundays;
Come forth on Mondays ; Give the children holidays,
Come forth on any day ; (And let these be jolly days,)
Children, come forth to play :Grant freedom to the children in this joyous Worship the God of Nature in your childhood ; spring;
Worship him at your tasks with best endeavor; Better men, hereafter,
| Worship him in your sports ; worship him ever ;
Worship him in the wildwood ;
Eager to taste the honeyed spring And float amid the liquid noon : Some lightly o'er the current skim, Some show their gayly gilded trim
Quick-glancing to the sun.
To Contemplation's sober eye
Such is the race of man ; And they that creep, and they that fly
Shall end where they began. Alike the busy and the gay But flutter through life's little day, In Fortune's varying colors drest : Brushed by the hand of rough mischance Or chilled by age, their airy dance
They leave, in dust ta rest.
ÁGAIN the violet of our early days
Methinks I hear in accents low
The sportive kind reply: Poor moralist ! and what art thou !
A solitary fly! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display ; On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone,
We frolic while 't is May.
Found, it seems, the halcyon morn
BEHOLD the young, the rosy Spring
Now the earth prolific swells
'ANACREON (Greek). Translation
of THOMAS MOORE.
Away, away, from men and towns,
SPRING, THE SWEET SPRING.
SPRING, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant
king; Then bloomseach thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo !
Radiant Sister of the Day,
The palm and may make country houses gay, Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day, And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo !
The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY.
Best and brightest, come away,
TO AURELIA. SEE, the flowery spring is blown, Let us leave the smoky town; From the mall, and from the ring, Every one has taken wing ; Chloe, Strephon, Corydon, To the meadows all are gone. What is left you worth your stay? Come, Aurelia, come away.
Come, Aurelia, come and see
Fairer and brighter spreads the reign of May;
The tresses of the woods
And the full-brimming floods,
JAMES GATES PERCIVAL
Come with all thy sweetest wiles,
THEY COME! THE MERRY SUMMER
THEY come! the merry summer months of
beauty, song, and flowers; Ay! and should not life be gay ?
They come! the gladsome months that bring
thick leafiness to bowers. Yes, Aurelia, — come away.
Up, up, my heart ! and walk abroad; fling cark
and care aside ; Seek silent hills, or rest thyself where peaceful
waters glide ; MAY MORNING.
Or, underneath the shadow vast of patriarchal
tree, Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Scan through its leaves the cloudless sky in rapt Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her
The grass is soft, its velvet touch is grateful to Mirth and youth and warm desire ;
the hand ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing,
And, like the kiss of maiden love, the breeze is Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.
sweet and bland ; Thus we salute thee with our early song,
The daisy and the buttercup are nodding cour
teously ; . And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
It stirs their blood with kindest love, to bless
and welcome thee; And mark how with thine own thin locks
they now are silvery gray — MAY.
That blissful breeze is wantoning, and whisper
ing, “Be gay!” I FEEL a newer life in every gale ; The winds that fan the flowers,
There is no cloud that sails along the ocean of And with their welcome breathings fill the sail,
yon sky Tell of serener hours, —
But hath its own winged mariners to give it Of hours that glide unfelt away
melody ; . Beneath the sky of May.
Thou seest their glittering fans outspread, all
gleaming like red gold ; The spirit of the gentle south-wind calls And hark ! with shrill pipe musical, their merry From his blue throne of air,
course they hold. And where his whispering voice in music falls, God bless them all, those little ones, who, far Beauty is budding there ;
- above this earth, The bright ones of the valley break
Can make a scoff of its mean joys, and vent a Their slumbers, and awake.
The waving verdure rolls along the plain,
And the wide forest weaves,
A canopy of leaves ;
But soft ! mine ear upcaught a sound, — from
yonder wood it came ! The spirit of the dim green glade did breathe his
own glad name; – | Yes, it is he! the hermit bird, that, apart from
all his kind,