American watchman and Delaware advertiser. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1822-1828, 1823-06-10

snow DROP the earliest, daughter of the spring. has
already passed the meridian OF its beauty and droops
like forsaken girl The wall-Hower already be
gins to obtrude its rich yellow flowers, tinged with
iron brown" The gentle primrose, like beauty
too modest and difhdent be gszcd at, bends down
30 hide its sweets amid its girdle of green leaves
while the dark eyed violet still more lowly, seeks
to shelter itself beneath them. Here the dark,
strong scented spear-m difuses its perfumes, and
there the never fading thyme stretches along, FORM
ing an odorlferous border
Placed against the sunny wall stands on its plat
form the conical hive. little kingdom, alive with
the hum of its inhabitants, who entering and de-
parting in never ending succession, rng the sw Gets
of every blossom and laying up With patient in.
dustry, and interchangeable TOLL their honed store.
Oh who can gaze around at such season as
this, when the beauties of nature, bnrsting phoenix
like from their wintry sepulchre expand in all the
LONELINESS OF terminated beauty-and then can allow
the burden OF selfish misery TO press upon the soul
when the shun shines, and the lark sings from the
clouds when the dew glitters upon the green herb
and the snow-like blossoms expand the tree, and
every sight and every sound breathes harmony and
happiness! But lei Us turn our steps TO the church
yard-let US enter the silent porch and gaze the
melancholy scene-not to quench the pure fame OF
spiritual light, which verDal beauty kindes in the
breast but to shade its inlempersnce with tender
and moraIizng gloom Oh when shall spring re-
"Oh, when shall morn dawn on the night Of the
grave?"
The shadow of the house of prayer falls long and
dim over the green graves, the white tomb stones
and the funeral shrubs, as if it took them all under
ITS silent protection; and varying continually with
che varying day. covers them each in turn with its
unsuosIanal wing as 1t were the spirit OF religion,
broodlng over, aud rendering pregnant with hope
the mansions OF the dead-of those who slumber in
hope, and who will burst forth to renew life at the
sound Of the last trumpet, when the voice OF the
Archapgei shall proclaim that slime shall be no
more' Here all ATE alike and the slave is freed
from his master. No sorrow enters, and no care
lnolests. The old and the young, the selfish and
the amlabe, all that adds dignity to, and besows
lustie on human nature, with all that debases and
lowers il down to the level OF poor mortality, are
mere mst IN one common resting place. Here re-
pose The ashes Of those, who, flushed with the bril-
Aances OF hope, looked far forward down the yTs of
happy days. vino said unto care, be far from me -
and unto fear !" know thee not;'' who forgot the
past IN the anticipation OF the future and el, that
lie world was all before them, where 10 choose :
and here the wretch who bowed down with the bur-
Then OF misfortune, and the pelting of adversiys
p'tiess storm, wondered why death DELAYED so long
10 release him. and looked forward to this quiet field
o graves, as to the asylum where all his sorrows
were to End repose.
the Wild flowers stirring them into beautiful agita
noh out all beneath is dark and silent, and unloye
~ Inc SKY IS bright above and the azure canopy
deep and glorious, but the shadow of despondencv
dweIls beneath. Nature reioices in the renovation
her sweets the trees bud, the flowers blow, and
cue o,ros sing, the air reassumes its vernal warmth
ana the waters their CLASSY smoothness: but alas
IN this world al leasr, there is no second spring in
ehuman life. Like the water of river that flows nm
amia inc pomP OF forests and green fields, through
iahuscaPes oil light, and grandeur, and beauty 10
the Drink OF precipice where they flash in the sun
SHINE and descending, vanish 10 darkness forever l
nut lar be all Departing thoughts from he con
temptation OF vernal landscape. If man die .
shall he ROT rise again. both nature and revelation
oeclire tat he shall that having passed over the
boundaries OF Times finite empire, he will take un
ms abode IN the mansions OF Eternity.
II was Dur natural, however, that when we cast
our eye over the renewed beauty OF the material
world, that we should heave a sigh of regret 70,
those VINO roamsd with US through the woods andI
green meadows when life young, and every a.
"9e 81 'he heart oper to the Influence pleasurea-
Die feelings and who are now scattered far from ms
o'er tne SUI lace oil waste and weary world How
many alas that noticed with us the first anpear
a".e " lne virgin snow drop, and the " WANDERING
'o1e y, me cuckoo, are now in the silent grave |
eaiouS anke to the glorles of the year. or the lev
i'gour OF The wlntry tempest. From our sensitiveI
Lesre' LOT me past, even the recollection of depart
Gu years seems embalmed with serener but a
more passionate, and warmer glow, than what W.
now ieei ana perceive; we are apt to imagine that
e change is in nature that the fields are less green
ina. the summer day is less glorious and bright
INA. me murmur OF the liver is less musical and the
.. inc nightingale less replete with plaintive
melancholy nor think oil finding the chance. mn, in
external sights and sounds, but IN our own hosor,s
from the impression of this truth, have com.
posed the following stanzas, with which | concIndel
my wandering speculations NO'N'10e
"oh where" says the Spirit of Life to nv soul.