The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1839-05-28


LORD CLARK, Esq. is from the Knckerbo cker for
this month The alluson to the death of his young
and lovely wife is touching in the extreme.
A SONG OF MAY
The Springs scented buds all around me are smi-
ing; .. ......... -......
There are songs in the stream-there is health
in the gale; ...t...,. ,,,.,,
A sense OF delight in each bosom is dwelling,
AS float the pure day be ans DER mountain and
vale; "'a
The desolate reign of old winter is broken
The verdure ia fresh upon every tree; -.'.
OF Natures revival the charm--and token q
Oflove, oh thou Spirit of Beauty! to thee.
The sun ooketh forth from the halls of the NOR
ming, t. '.. ....... % Er.
And Pushes the clouds that begirt his career;
He welcomes the gladness, and glory, returning
To rest the promise and hope OF the year.
He fills with rich light all The balm breathing flow
ers
He mounts to the zenith and laughs on the wave;
He wakes into music the green for est bowers,
And glds the gay plains which the broad rivers
lave.
The young bird is out on his delicate pInion-
He timdy sails in the infinite sky;
A greeting to May and her fairy dominion,
He pours, the west winds fragrant sigh;
Around, above, there ale peace and pleasure
The woodlands snging-the heaven is bright;
The fields are unfolding their emerald treasure,
And mans genial spirit is soaring in light,
Alas for my weary and care haunted bosom!-
The spells of the spring time arouse it no more;
The songain tho wild wood-the sheen in the BIOS
Tho their is d
When list to the steams-when look on the
fowees,
They tell of the past with so mournful tone
That call up the throngs of my long banished
And sigh that their transports are over and gone
From the wide spreading earth-from the limitless
heaven,
There have vanquished eloquent glory and
CLEAN;
To my veil'd mind no more is the influence given
Which coloreth life with the hues of dream;
The bloom purpled landscape its loneliness keepeth;
1 deem that light as of old gilds the wave,
But the eye of my spirit in heaviness sleepeh,
Or sees but my youth and the visions it gave.
Yet is not that age on my years hath descended
IT'S not that its snow wreaths encircle my brow
But the newness and sweetness Of Being are
ended .
feel not their love kndng witchery now;
The shadows of death DER my path have been
sweeping
There are those who have loved me debarred
from.the day
The green turf is bright where in peace they are
sleeping,
And on wings Of remembrance, my soul is away.
It is shut to the glow of this present existence
1t hears, iom the past funeral strain;
And it eagerly turns to the high seeming distance
Where the last blooms of earth will be garnered
again;
Where no miIdew the soft, damaskrose cheek
shall nourish-
Where grief bears longer the poison Gus sting
Where pitess Death dark sceptre flourish
Or stain with his blight the luxurant spring.
1t is thus, that the hopes which TO others are given
Fall cold my heart in this rich month of May,
hear the clear anthems that ring thro the heaven
drink the bland airs that enliven the day;
And if gentle Nature, her festival keeping,
Delights not my bosom, ah! do not condemn
Der the lost and the lovely my spirit is weeping,
For my heats fondest raptures are buried with
them