Edwardsville Spectator

POETRY.

From the Connecticut Herald.

When the woodlands are covered with leaves
and with flowers.
In the loveliest time of the year;
When the sky is now clear, and now chequer'd
with showers,
And life rambles on through the warm sunny
hours,
Undimm'd with a shade or a tear :
Oh! sweet are the feelings that kindle and
burn,
As we gaze on the flowers and the sky ;
But to higher and purer devotion they turn,
As water takes tint from the hue of its urn,
When they burn in the light of thine eye.
And when in the calm of a moonshiny night,
A serenade steals o'er the bay ;
As it curls in the smile of her mellowest light.
Or lies in its beauty, as silent and bright,
As it slept in she sunshine of day-
Oh ! sweet is the clear and the silvery tone,
As it softly comes over my ear :
But sweet as it breathes, when I hear it alone,
It breathes like a flute by a wind spirit blown
When I know, thou art listening near.
Oh! the music and beauty of life lose their
worth,
When one heart only joys in their smile;
But the union of hearts gives that pleasure its
birth,
Which beams on the darkest and coldest of
eartb,
Like the sun on his own chosen isle;
It gives to the fire-side of winter the light,
The glow and the glitter of Spring-
Oh ! sweet are the hours, when two fond hearts
unite,
And softly they glide in their innocent flight
Away on the motionless wing.
PERCIVAL.