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Poem
February 21, 1840
The Ohio Democrat And Dover Advertiser
Dover, Tuscarawas County, Ohio
What is this article about?
A lyrical poem titled 'A Morning in Spring' reflects on the beauty of a spring landscape, paralleling nature's cycles of bloom and decay with human life, mortality, and the soul's eternal rest in heaven. It opens with a quote from Byron's Manfred.
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POETRY.
A MORNING IN SPRING.
-"How beautiful is all this breathing world!
How glorious in its action and itself!"
Manfred of Byron.
And aye, now beautiful and bright
Is all this fair expanse,
When welcomed from the thrall of night
By the sunbeam's rising glance.
"Tis Spring-'tis morning now,
And warmed by nature's slumber'd fires;
The landscape wears a living glow,
Each plant to brighter life aspires.
How do I love this holy scene
Around my early home,
Recalling childhood's budding dreams-
Of wealth, and fame, and bliss to come.
How like ourselves is all around!
All bloom, and wither, and decay,
The vine that once my lattice crowned,
The winter's blast has swept away.
See yonder thorn, so rudely torn
By winter's driving snows,
Yet with spring may life return,
But withered is the rose.
'Tis thus with life -the seasons fly,
And buds of promise bloom—
Like them we falter, wane and die
And sink into the tomb
Yet sweet this fading emblem still,
And gladdening to the soul,
For though the storm the flower may kill
Its power cannot the life control.
So when this weary form of clay,
By God in kindness given
From light and life shall fade away
The soul shall rest in Heaven.
Then, from all care and sorrow free-
Each vain temptation past,
Eternal joy our lot shall be
And Spring shall ever last.
A MORNING IN SPRING.
-"How beautiful is all this breathing world!
How glorious in its action and itself!"
Manfred of Byron.
And aye, now beautiful and bright
Is all this fair expanse,
When welcomed from the thrall of night
By the sunbeam's rising glance.
"Tis Spring-'tis morning now,
And warmed by nature's slumber'd fires;
The landscape wears a living glow,
Each plant to brighter life aspires.
How do I love this holy scene
Around my early home,
Recalling childhood's budding dreams-
Of wealth, and fame, and bliss to come.
How like ourselves is all around!
All bloom, and wither, and decay,
The vine that once my lattice crowned,
The winter's blast has swept away.
See yonder thorn, so rudely torn
By winter's driving snows,
Yet with spring may life return,
But withered is the rose.
'Tis thus with life -the seasons fly,
And buds of promise bloom—
Like them we falter, wane and die
And sink into the tomb
Yet sweet this fading emblem still,
And gladdening to the soul,
For though the storm the flower may kill
Its power cannot the life control.
So when this weary form of clay,
By God in kindness given
From light and life shall fade away
The soul shall rest in Heaven.
Then, from all care and sorrow free-
Each vain temptation past,
Eternal joy our lot shall be
And Spring shall ever last.
What sub-type of article is it?
Pastoral
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Nature Seasons
Death Mourning
Religious Faith
What keywords are associated?
Spring Morning
Nature Cycles
Life Death
Eternal Heaven
Byron Quote
Poem Details
Title
A Morning In Spring.
Subject
Reflection On Spring Morning And Life's Cycles
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
"How Beautiful Is All This Breathing World!\Nhow Glorious In Its Action And Itself!"
And Aye, Now Beautiful And Bright\Nis All This Fair Expanse,
'Tis Thus With Life The Seasons Fly,\Nand Buds Of Promise Bloom—\Nlike Them We Falter, Wane And Die\Nand Sink Into The Tomb
So When This Weary Form Of Clay,\Nby God In Kindness Given\Nfrom Light And Life Shall Fade Away\Nthe Soul Shall Rest In Heaven.
Then, From All Care And Sorrow Free \Neach Vain Temptation Past,\Neternal Joy Our Lot Shall Be\Nand Spring Shall Ever Last.