Massachusetts spy and Worcester advertiser. [volume] ([Worcester, Mass.]) 1823-1825, 1824-05-12
FOR THE MASSACHUSETTS SPY.
Hark how the feathered warblers sing,
IT'S natures cheerful voice

Hark how the feathered warblers sing,
IT'S natures cheerful voice;
Soft music halls the lovely Spring,
And woods and fields rejoice.@
Poets, in their sweetest and most favored
dreams, have imagined nothing more enchant-
ing than the first notes OF the feathered song
ster, after his return from the far-off home
which has sheltered him from the bleak blasts
of winter, to cheer the genial season Of Spring
with his simple and inspiring melody. 1t il
the music of Heaven, and that bosom must be
unsusceptible indeed which doe. not beat in
unison with the celestial sounds. am pas
sionate admirer of music, and often have lis.
tened to it until my soul seemed melting into
harmony, and every string within and around
me to be raised above mortality. l have lis
tened with fond delight and admiration to the
soft and soothing notes of woman in her lowell
ness; my greedy ears have drank in the full
toned chorus. of the organ. as the anthem of
praise and thanksgiving was concluded;
have hung in rapture on the melting notes of
the harp, the viol, and the lutte, and when wo-
mans fairy finger touched the chords, have
thought that he whose soul was never tuned
to harmony, was shut out from the purest, the
most innocent and fruitful source OF enjoyment
that mortal man can partake of in his dark,
earthly pilgrimage. But all other sounds are
discord, all other notes are tame and lifeless,
when compared with those of the vert singers
Of nature, "the mute Interpreters q the hal
lelujahs of Heaven" What can be more an
imating than to be saluted in the morning, al
ter awaking from pleasing dreams, and refresh
ing slumbers, by the carols of these symphoni-
Gus choristers; 10 hear "the lark bearing her
song Of praise towards the gate of heaven
while thousand birds of meaner name, seem
to be sustaining the chorus" and re-echoing
paans Of joy from every brake and bush.
II there be time when the heart Of man
should be full of thankfulness to his merciful
Creator, it is when slumsering world is a.
Weakened to new life and happiness by His IN
! speakable goodness it is after having been
preserved through the silent watches of the
night, from the pestilence that walketh in
darkness, and the innumerable other evils that
may assault feeble and unprotected mortals in
| the defenceless hours of sleep. What season
then is better cited for universal JOY and graf
itude than the morning, when the darkness Of
night is dispelled by the glorious sun, ushering
| In the light Of heaven; when all created ma
ture seems rejoicing in renewed strength, de-
| rived from the season of rest, aud mans little
| span of life is heightened out another day.
But more emphatically is this time for JOY
and gladness ofheart in the spIng tide of the
year, when the beauty, the tenderness, and
the love of God walk forth
&c Wide flush the fields; the softening air i:
balm
Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles;
And every senae and every heart is joy''-
when the ethereal mildness of Spring is dissolv.
ing the stern rigor Of winter; when the fields
again resume the rich livery with which Ma
ture has provided them--"a beautiful robe Of
living green, richly enamelled With the COL.
den and pearly hues of the butter cup and the
daisy'-when the happy husbandman goe:
forth, with light and joyous spirit, to plough
the soil, and sow the seed which is TO spring
up, and yield an hundred fold 10 reward hin
for his toll and labour. This is the season
when the teathered warblcrs sing most sweet.
ly this is the time when their little throat:
send out the richest melody.
"-The low of kline, and numerous bleat
Cfflocks thick-nibbling through the covered
rale,"
speak to the heart, and tell us that all nature
is rejoicing in the return oflOvely spring.
8 And shall the hymn be marred by thank.
less man
Most favored, who with voice ariculste
Should lead the chorus o! this lower worlt?'
Shall no Pious aspiration ascend from his lips,
who is dcputed lord of the creation, aud who
daily and hourly receives unnumbered bles-
sings from the Lord God of heaven and earth?
Shall the brutes that perish teach immortal
man to praise his Maker! Is there no grace.
no beauty, or loyeliuess, or propriety in the
willing offerings Of the grateful heart: Is there
no hatefulness, no deiormity, no guilt in base
ingratlude? Is there no praise due to Him
who upholds us by the word of his power, and
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