Martinsburg Gazette And Public Advertiser

THE SUNNY SPRING.

The sunny spring is breathing now,
A mellow richness fills the air.
The blue birds perch on every bough,
And early buds are swelling there,
Up-while the balmy dews distil
Their pearl drops on the bending thorn.
Away-on yonder rounding hill
We'll meet the sweet unclouded morn—
Unclouded-in the wide domain
Of Fancy, there is not a scene
Richer and lovelier than the reign
Of Spring and her gay world of green—
No vision purer than that blue
Broad sky, begirt with starry gems,
Just fading far from mortal view,
Like fancy's visioned diadems.
From burning thro' the voiceless night,
And list'ning to the skyward song.
Drinking each other's balmy light,
And holding still communion long—
Go they at morn's first orient beam,
To some unknown mysterious clime,
With records of each sinful dream
That stained the shaded brow of time.
But sinless nature smiled abroad.
Through lofty vales and winding rills;
And the peace speaking voice of God,
Gladdens the valleys and the hills—
Nature in harmony speaks out
The bursting rapture that she feels,
And fragrant odours breathe about
Where'er a golden day beam steals
And was there not a human voice
To swell the song that choir began?
No-grateful nature may rejoice,
And praise -but not ungrateful man.