Edwardsville Spectator

POETRY.

From the Newburyport Herald.

Oh! 'tis, I ween, a beauteous sight
That meets the eye at morn,
When spring has spread her mantle bright,
Wide o'er the smiling lawn;
Her mantle webbed of every hue,
Of purple, green, and dun,
Enamelled o'er with glittering dew,
And sparkling to the sun.

And beauteous too, when o'er the deep
The waves are hushed to rest,
To see the silver moonbeams sleep
Upon its tranquil breast:
Or when the wanton billows play
Fanned by the zephyr's light,
Among the waves, to watch the ray
Dancing and flashing bright.

And when a shower sweeps swiftly by
On some soft vernal day,
How fair the bow that spans the sky
And drives the clouds away!
How sweet to breathe the soothing air,
With fragrant odors filled,
From many a flower and blossom fair,
By nature's art distilled.

But fairer sight than all the three
Than landscape in its pride
Than moonbeam resting on the sea
Or rainbow arching wide--
Two hearts, whose kindred graces prove
Them but for one designed,
Allied by ties of mutual love,
And sympathy of mind.