b bright mom � and oh what tongue can tell the mingled that mount and swell and float upon the scented gale sweet echoes through the � harmonious voices � mellow toned and shrill liquid and murmuring and almost still so small the and so pure the stream from whence it flows like music in a dream yet not the note of forest bird e er by the brink of waters heard nor that the mom but hath some note of gladness still a hymn of gratitude for life and light to the clear heavens fresh opening on the sight tis sweet mom and let our poets say er they list of that day book i that rises o er classic shore my native land for me i ask no more my native land clad in her robe of flowers her meadows and her her gay her bright seen like fringe of gold beneath a mantle green her streams that wander through the shady grove with gentle as the voice of love her patient herds that slumber on the her that the honey laden bee her blooming around with may that falls like snow when from the scented spray the song bird on his joyous wing to away to the blue skies and sing her pastures with the yellow and in of life wildly o er the grassy or the goal of triumph her hills the village spire and many a heath clad mountain rising higher u the sons of the soil around whose base the river winds or through the its path of beauty finds such are thy pictures and i love to dwell on scenes so long remembered and so well � scenes that i gazed on fondly from my birth that made thee then the loveliest spot of earth and such thou art beloved land to me and ever wilt be � come what may to thee on bright mom mid such a scene as where all we realize of earthly bliss is gathered round us by a hand divine till remains for which the heart can pine laden perfume woke the early breeze gorgeous in sunshine stood the ancient tree the stately elm and ash that grew around a dwelling almost hid from view � a long and low dwelling where the door looked as if all might enter � rich and poor book i o there was no sloping lawn before that spot but gravel walk and just one little plot of new grass so green and smooth it seemed the traveller s wear eye to soothe no massive gate of entrance marked the road nor graceful sweep its doubtful welcome showed but hid beneath a screen a garden opened on the green while on one side a blooming border lay enriched with fragrant and the fairy leaf of classic was there the purple and the fair and ancient and box and and wall flower sweet within that garden grew while over head rich perfume there hung a of or shaken by the gently waving trees a shower of blossoms fluttered in the breeze the blushing promise of expectant spring sweet pledge of all the year might fi the sons of the soil these the ground a carpet far more fair than man s ingenious labour could prepare with toil of weary hand and curious care high above all in outline broad and bold stood the tall ash the elm and old stretching that lowly roof their arms faithful through every change through winds and storms breaking the tempest from the rain from heat that the plain the air with freshness and delight parting the into gems of true to the promise of their early prime again with every sweet spring time such friends were they those venerable trees boast ye who may of friends more true than these was there not one within that peaceful home who might have boasted had the question come book i to her fond heart for she was proud to be the creature of one soul s and such a soul � so manly and so clear so firm of purpose upright and sincere of schools yet filled with noble aims and that high virtue which all praise with fire to a tell and but one weakness � that he loved too well yet she he loved was worthy of his care so gentle and so true so fond and fair so self devoted looking to the end for the good and thus his friend ne er seeking sunshine from his weary brow nor urging service when his step was slow not his vexed ear with grief nor asking when she ought to have given relief as some will tax the patience with a train of twice told wrongs and ed pain very kindness its duty is to wish the in a world of bliss the sons of the soil if such things could be mary knew them not she felt no wrongs was cheerful m her lot to her the sweet return of morning light brought a new life still with new delight for she had one to love and serve and cheer who paid her back in kindness as sincere and both felt bound their earthly course to make as smooth as might be for the other s sake and now with that sweet mom of spring they rose to offer up to heaven their early vows with joyful spirits to kneel down and pray and bless the light that brought another day laden with all things needful � all things good only asked for deeper gratitude love that was less of earth hopes more on high and greater to live or die for they were growing to that lovely scene as if their root of life had been book i within the earth s deep bosom planted there to live and bloom for ever fresh and fair they looked around them with a joy so pure 