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Poem
June 6, 1840
The Camden Journal
Camden, Kershaw County, South Carolina
What is this article about?
A lyrical poem praising spring as a symbol of joy and renewal, contrasting the decay of other seasons with themes of mortality and Christian resurrection hope.
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POETRY
FOR THE CAMDEN JOURNAL
SPRING.
I love the Spring, the rosy Spring.
When Nature's heart is glad;
And joyously seems offering
Sweet thoughts, tho' mine are sad.
When o'er the summer beams,
In ev'ry lurid ray,
The shadow of each moment seems,
The spirit of decay.
Or if the russet autumn weaves
Thro' forests wild and sere,
A crumbling wreath of faded leaves,
To crown the drooping year.
Or when the winter storm and snow,
Involve the world in gloom—
Those changing emblems sadly show,
The ruin of the tomb.
But from their graves sweet flowers spring
And now the earth adorn;
Those harbingers glad tidings bring,
Of man's great Easter morn.
Now feath'r'd minstrels o'er the plain,
Pour forth their vernal lays,
As jubilee of heav'nly strain,
And everlasting praise.
And then, I think, at last, when death
Shall rend each earthly tie,
How swcet 't would be to yield this breath
'Mong flow'rs, and so to die!
Where spirits keep their watch around.
The consecrated clay,
Until the angel's trump shall sound,
The dawn of endless day.
I love the Spring, then sacrifice
Of Nature's praise'and pray'r,
Reminds me of God's paradise,
And all the glories there.
CLIO.
FOR THE CAMDEN JOURNAL
SPRING.
I love the Spring, the rosy Spring.
When Nature's heart is glad;
And joyously seems offering
Sweet thoughts, tho' mine are sad.
When o'er the summer beams,
In ev'ry lurid ray,
The shadow of each moment seems,
The spirit of decay.
Or if the russet autumn weaves
Thro' forests wild and sere,
A crumbling wreath of faded leaves,
To crown the drooping year.
Or when the winter storm and snow,
Involve the world in gloom—
Those changing emblems sadly show,
The ruin of the tomb.
But from their graves sweet flowers spring
And now the earth adorn;
Those harbingers glad tidings bring,
Of man's great Easter morn.
Now feath'r'd minstrels o'er the plain,
Pour forth their vernal lays,
As jubilee of heav'nly strain,
And everlasting praise.
And then, I think, at last, when death
Shall rend each earthly tie,
How swcet 't would be to yield this breath
'Mong flow'rs, and so to die!
Where spirits keep their watch around.
The consecrated clay,
Until the angel's trump shall sound,
The dawn of endless day.
I love the Spring, then sacrifice
Of Nature's praise'and pray'r,
Reminds me of God's paradise,
And all the glories there.
CLIO.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
Pastoral
What themes does it cover?
Nature Seasons
Death Mourning
Religious Faith
What keywords are associated?
Spring
Seasons
Decay
Resurrection
Paradise
What entities or persons were involved?
Clio
Poem Details
Title
Spring
Author
Clio
Key Lines
I Love The Spring, The Rosy Spring.
When Nature's Heart Is Glad;
But From Their Graves Sweet Flowers Spring
And Now The Earth Adorn;
Reminds Me Of God's Paradise,