Massachusetts spy and Worcester advertiser. [volume] ([Worcester, Mass.]) 1823-1825, 1825-06-01
THE VOICE OF SPRING.
d., A. II,.,o,o

| come, come! We have calpd me long,
I come DER the mountains with light and song
Ye may trace MY step DER the wak'ning earth,
BY the winds which tell of the yiolet's birth,
by the primrose stars in the shadowy grass,
BY the green leaves op'nins as pass.
have breath'd on the SOUTH and the chestnut
flowers
BY thousands have burst from the forest bowers,
And the ancient graves, and the fallen fanes,
Are veild with wreaths on Italian plains;
But it is not for me, in my hour OF bloom,
To speak Of the ruin or the tomb
have look'd O er the hills of the stormy north,
And the larch has hung all his tassels forth,
The fisher is out on the sunny sea,
And the rein deer bounds DER the pastures free,
And the pine has tnge OF softer green,
Aud the moss looks bright where my foot hath
been.
/ have sent through the wood-path glowing sigh,
And call'd out each voice Of the deep blue sky
From the night Law through the starry time,
in the groves Of the soft tiesperian cline,
10 the swans wild note by the Iceland lakes,
When the dark fir b. Rlch into verdure breaks.
From the streams aud founts have loos'd the
chain
They are sweeping on to the silvery main,
The, are flashing down from the mountain brows,
They are hinging spray Ger the forest boughs.
They are bursting fresh from their sparry caves,
And the earth resounds with the Joy of waves!
Come forth, . We children of gadness, come
Where the yioiets lie, may now be your home,
\ o. the rose-lip and de bright eye,
Aud the bounding footstep, to meet me, ifs,
With the Tyre and the wreath, and The joyous lay,
Come forth to the sunshine-l may not stay.
Away from the dwellings Of careworn men,
The waters are sparkling in grove anI glen
Away from the chamber and suen hearth,
The young leaves are dancing IN breezy mrth
Their light stems thrill TO the wildwood strains
And youth is abroad in my green domains
But ye-ye are chang'd since ye met me last
There is something bright from your features
pass'd;
There is that come over your brow and eye,
Which speaks of the world where the flowers
Ne smile, but your smile hath a dmness yet
Oh! what have you look'd on since last we met
Ye are ehang'd, ye are chang'd and see nc,
An whom saw in the vanished year!
There were graceful. heads, with their ringlets
bright,
Which toss'd in the breeze with play of light,
There were eyes, in whose glstenins laughter
lay
No iaiut remembrance of dark decay!
There we're steps that few Der the cowsIip's
Hedu,
As if for banquet all earth were spread
There were voices that rang through the sapphire
sky,
And had not sound of mort alityi
Are they gone! is their mirth from the noun.
tain pass'd!
Ie have looked on death since ye saw me last!
know whence the shadow comes DER you now
Ye have strewD the dust on the sunny brow!
Yc have giv'n the lovely to earths embrace,
She nath taken the farest OF beauty's race,
With their laughing eyes, and their festal crown,
They are gone from amongst you in silence down
They are gone from amongst you, the young and
fair,
Ye have lost the CLEAN Of their shining hair!
But know of land, where there falls no blight,
shall find them there, with their eyes of light
Where death, midst the blooms of the morn, may
dwell
/ tarry no longer-farewell, farewell
The summer is coming, on soft winds borne
Ye may press the grape. We may bind the corn!
For ms, depart to brighter shore,
Ye are mark'd by care, ye are mine no more.
60 where the lov'd, who have left you, dwell,
And the flowers are not death s--fare ye well,
farewell