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Poem
May 28, 1804
Jenks' Portland Gazette
Portland, Cumberland County, Maine
What is this article about?
A lyrical poem celebrating the arrival of spring, depicting nature's renewal from winter's grip, the joy of landscapes, flocks, and streams, and concluding with gratitude to the divine creator for these blessings.
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POETRY.
For the Monthly Anthology, (printed at Boston.)
MUSING ON SCENES OF SPRING.
No more rude winter's angry blast
Howls o'er the hill or sweeps the plain;
His frowning terrors now are past,
And spring resumes her genial reign.
The heav'ns so lately hung with gloom,
Now beam with warm effulgence bright;
The earth again puts forth its bloom,
The grove resounds with new delight.
The streams, from icy fetters freed
In pebbled paths now cheerly glide
Along the vale, and through the mead,
Or murmur down the mountain's side.
Again the merry flocks repair,
Exulting, to the blossom'd green,
To feast upon the banquet there,
And frolic on the smiling scene.
Charm'd by the smile of lovely spring,
With life and joy all nature glows;
Sweet fragrance floats on zephyr's wing;
The desert blossoms, like the rose.
At morn each bright'ning charm invites
To spread abroad the rosy hours,
While health in ev'ry breeze delights,
And music songs of rapture pours.
At eve, when day's effulgence fled,
The sky with soften'd tints appears
'Tis sweet o'er twilight scenes to tread,
And gaze, till beauty sleeps in tears;
Or when night's queen with pensive ray
Looks down upon the slumbering earth
Congenial souls delight to stray,
And give each tender passion birth.
Lives there beneath yon radiant sky
Whom nature's charms cannot endear?
With him sweet spring, may fancy die,
And joy desert the blooming year.
Now is the time, the season fair,
"To wake the soul and mend the heart;"
The sweetest joys of life to share,
The joys, which taste and love impart.
With temples, surround'd o'er with time,
With hoary locks, and thoughtful gaze,
E'en wisdom views with joy sublime
The youthful charms, that spring displays.
Thee, fairest daughter of the year,
With sacred vows the muses court;
Stern winter's ruffian frowns they fear,
And love with thee alone to sport.
The winding vale, the tow'ring hill
The woodland, tun'd to native joy,
Their swelling breasts with rapture fill,
And all their glowing thoughts employ.
Chief, lovely spring, in thee we trace
The smiles of all creating love;
The charms, that brighten on thy face,
Our heavenly Father's goodness prove.
Then, while o'er vernal scenes we stray,
And taste the blessings they bestow,
Our hearts should breathe a grateful lay
To him, who bade each beauty glow.
THE MINSTREL
District of Maine, May, 1804.
For the Monthly Anthology, (printed at Boston.)
MUSING ON SCENES OF SPRING.
No more rude winter's angry blast
Howls o'er the hill or sweeps the plain;
His frowning terrors now are past,
And spring resumes her genial reign.
The heav'ns so lately hung with gloom,
Now beam with warm effulgence bright;
The earth again puts forth its bloom,
The grove resounds with new delight.
The streams, from icy fetters freed
In pebbled paths now cheerly glide
Along the vale, and through the mead,
Or murmur down the mountain's side.
Again the merry flocks repair,
Exulting, to the blossom'd green,
To feast upon the banquet there,
And frolic on the smiling scene.
Charm'd by the smile of lovely spring,
With life and joy all nature glows;
Sweet fragrance floats on zephyr's wing;
The desert blossoms, like the rose.
At morn each bright'ning charm invites
To spread abroad the rosy hours,
While health in ev'ry breeze delights,
And music songs of rapture pours.
At eve, when day's effulgence fled,
The sky with soften'd tints appears
'Tis sweet o'er twilight scenes to tread,
And gaze, till beauty sleeps in tears;
Or when night's queen with pensive ray
Looks down upon the slumbering earth
Congenial souls delight to stray,
And give each tender passion birth.
Lives there beneath yon radiant sky
Whom nature's charms cannot endear?
With him sweet spring, may fancy die,
And joy desert the blooming year.
Now is the time, the season fair,
"To wake the soul and mend the heart;"
The sweetest joys of life to share,
The joys, which taste and love impart.
With temples, surround'd o'er with time,
With hoary locks, and thoughtful gaze,
E'en wisdom views with joy sublime
The youthful charms, that spring displays.
Thee, fairest daughter of the year,
With sacred vows the muses court;
Stern winter's ruffian frowns they fear,
And love with thee alone to sport.
The winding vale, the tow'ring hill
The woodland, tun'd to native joy,
Their swelling breasts with rapture fill,
And all their glowing thoughts employ.
Chief, lovely spring, in thee we trace
The smiles of all creating love;
The charms, that brighten on thy face,
Our heavenly Father's goodness prove.
Then, while o'er vernal scenes we stray,
And taste the blessings they bestow,
Our hearts should breathe a grateful lay
To him, who bade each beauty glow.
THE MINSTREL
District of Maine, May, 1804.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
Pastoral
What themes does it cover?
Nature Seasons
Religious Faith
What keywords are associated?
Spring Scenes
Nature Renewal
Winter Past
Divine Goodness
Maine 1804
What entities or persons were involved?
The Minstrel District Of Maine, May, 1804.
Poem Details
Title
Musing On Scenes Of Spring.
Author
The Minstrel District Of Maine, May, 1804.
Subject
On Scenes Of Spring
Form / Style
Rhymed Couplets
Key Lines
No More Rude Winter's Angry Blast
Howls O'er The Hill Or Sweeps The Plain;
His Frowning Terrors Now Are Past,
And Spring Resumes Her Genial Reign.
Then, While O'er Vernal Scenes We Stray,
And Taste The Blessings They Bestow,
Our Hearts Should Breathe A Grateful Lay
To Him, Who Bade Each Beauty Glow.