Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1839-05-16


queror, each vast hemisphere-the soften
ed light of the mnon-the sparkling orbs,
those vast and distant worlds, which our
anxious minds interrogate in vain-ihe
flowers with which, in spring, the earth is
crowned-,h crops of SUMMERTIME sweet
fruits of autumn-winter bristing with his
piercing icicles-the march of the seasons
1.-The variety of clines--al' display
the power of God, who is a Creator
all attest The providence of God, who is
Preserver. Oh, young maidens let us
adore the Father Of morials! Almighty
God the Universe is the work of thy
hands
My Ssters-We are now in the spring
season of Iife Beautiful visions of hap
piness rise up before US! Heaven grant,
that they may be realized! The summer
the maturity Of womanhood will soon
be hero! When that period shall arrive,
may il find our feelings as fresh, aud our
hearts as sensible, as they no,o are, Oh this
our day Of rejoicing!
FIRST MAID OF HoNoR.
Nature, taste, aud art have united in
making this garden a bower of delrgh !!
On all sides We see beauty and proiIusion |!
These fowers-lhis verdure-and these
shades, skilfulIy mingled, exhibit perfect
contrast and charming concord. Here
bloom, unhnrt by the rude hand of the
spniler, the bright little howers-lhe chill
drrn of the Creator. What lesson of
confidence does this spectacle afford If
Providence preserve these tender flowers,
with his continual care-if he deisu to
cluthe these inseusibe creatures with robes
so beautiful, will he trust 10 negligent
hands, The care of his immortal children
Queen Of May! we have assembled 10
tlo thee honor. Thou art our beloved
Princess! Thou 'ios glory as sovereign
Bu Oh, forget not the Great Sovereign of
US all! Let US lifl up our grateful hearts
TO him! Oh Father of mortals, we are
the children of thy hands!
SPRING.
From the bright sunny climes OF the South |
have come,
From the climes where stern winter shall never
appear;
have come from that land where the howrets
e'er bloom,
And breathe out their rich fragrance the long
happy year.
\ chaplet of roses on my head e'er wear;
Or my bosom the The tulip and violet are seen; /;
Ever shedding their odors around in the air;
My throne is offowers-o'cr tho earth I'm now
Queen.
SUMNER.
am the child of the sun who sits on a throne
Of the bright-shinng fire which ecr burns the
long year:
have come from the climes of the fierce torrid
zune,
And to-day, in these regions of peace appear.
The hail and the snow.s,or have now fart fled
away,
They have gone 10 the lands of the bleak frozen
north;
Round my proud, lofty brow shall the lightnings
eer play;
AS speak, the loud thunder DER earth shall
burst forth.
AUTUMN.
The young blushing Spring overthe earth lately
smiled,
All hearts were northumberland all bowed to
her will;
I'm the grave, elder sister of that maiden mild
What she promise to mortals It's mine 10 fulfil.
A full sheaf of ripe corn we'll adorns my brown
hair,
Wither'd leaves and pale flowers my bosom
veil DER;
In my hands for glad mortals rich presents
bear.
They'll bless mother Autumn, when they see
her no more.
WINTER.
Now the leaves are all falen-no howrets now
bloom,
The verdure and gladness of bright Summer
are gone!
The fierce sleeI and the storms wrap the earth
in deep gloom,
And Winter, stern Winter, rules sovereign
alone.
The glad insects which chi,pd in the warm
summer day,
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