New Hampshire Journal Of Agriculture

Cold Winter came with all his train
Of storms and drifting snow,
And so despotic was his reign,
I longed to see him go.
But lovely Spring stole in one day,
The Monarch smiled and frowned
Then rudely bowing her away,
Said she'd no business round
Never mind said she, I'll thaw his breast
And melt his eyes to tears :
You see if I don't play my part,
And not alarm his fears.
Jack Frost will help me to portray
Fantastic scenes awhile
With sunny smiles they'll pass away,
And thus I will beguile.
I'll open every fountain deep
And drench the earth with rain
All nature waked from winter's sleep
Will spring to life again.
I'll welcome back the songsters too,
And they will gladly sing :
(Although from Northern climes they fly,)
Sweet notes, to opening Spring.
One day old winter heard them cheer
And threatened them with death,
I softly whispered in their ear,
'Twas his expiring breath,
I'll mellow on the fertile soil
With April's sun and showers,
To cheer the farmer in his toil.
And help expand its powers,
I'll spread a carpet soft and green
As spangles it with dew :
And Interlaced too, may be seen
Rich Bowers of every hue.
The lowly shrub and lofty trees
Are subject to thy care :
I'll sing their penitents to the breeze,
To fan the balmy air.
Let each how splendid all appear,
Their thousand charms must win,
But hark ! 'tis summer's tread I hear,
I'll haste to welcome him
Rise every songster, tune your lyre,
And chant a parting Lay ;
While I to private life retire,
No longer Queen of May.

DIRELLA:
Boscawen, Apr. 9, 1861.