Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1840-05-21

Sure, Since looked at early morn,
Those honey-suckle buds
Have sweled to double growth: that thorn
Hath put forth larger studs.
That lilack's cleaving cones have burst,
The milk-white flowers revealing,
Even now, upon my senses first
Methinks their sweets are stealing.
The very earth, the steamy air,
Is all with fragrance rife
And grace and beauty every where
Are flushing into life.
Down, down they come-those fruitful stores
Those ear,h-rejoicing drops!
A momentary deluge pours,
Then thins, decreases, stops.
And ere the dimples on the stream
Have circled out Of sight,
Lo! from the west, parting gleam
Breaks forth of amber light:
April has been compared to beautiful
woman. alternately in showers and sun
shiue-lears and smiles. The simile is
good, and we like it, but we love bet
ter the comparison of the gentle May,
all brigh, with sunshine, 10 the same
beautiful woman ever radiant with smiles.
Clouds and storms seldom darken her fair
brow, and at her presence nature indeed
rejoices.
April is 6ckle-capricious in her humor,
like heartless coque,te; sometimes caus-
ing gladness by her smiles, but quickly
banishing it, by her GOODNESS and her
frowns. May is like a sweet-tempered
maiden, diffusins cheerfulness and inspir-
ing happiness in all who look upon her
loveliness. Now, is the reign Of this fairest
month of all the year. Earth is now ar
rayed in the beautiful green garmenture Of
Spring, and we now, are truly sensible Of
the return Of this joyous season. In the
word, of writer in the monthly Anlholo-
gy, "Now the senses are delighted with
The feast that is furnished on every field,
and on every hill. The eye is sweetly de-
layed on every object to which it turns.
1t is grateful to perceive how widely. yet
chastely, nature hath mixed her colours,
and painted her robe; how beautifully she
hath scattered her blossoms and flung her
odours. We listen with joy 10 the melo.
DIV she hath awakened in the groves, and
catch health from the pure and tepid gales
that blow from the mountains" The
Spirit of Beauty is now abroad and on
every object
"Sheds her selec,est influence"
SPIRIT OF BEAUTY.
The spirit Of Beauty unfurls her light,
And wheels her course in joyous flight;
know her track through the balmy air,
By the blossoms that cluster and whiren there;
She leaves the tops Of the mountains green,
And gems the valley with crystal sheen.
At morn, know where she rested at night,
For the roses are gushing with dewy delight;
Then she mounts again, and around her, filings
A shower of light from her crimson wings;
Till the spirit is drunk with the music on high,
That silently fills 1t with ecstacy.
At noon she hies to cool retreat,
Where towering elms over waters meet,
She dimples the wave where the green leaves
dip.
As it smiliugly curls like a maiden's lip,
When her tremulous bosom would hide, in
vain,
From her lover, the hope that she loves again.
AT eve she hangs DER the western sky
Dark clouds for a glorious canopy,
And round the skirts of their deepened fold,
She prints border of purple and gold,
Where the ling'ring sunbeams love to stay,
When their god in his glory has passed away.
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She hovers around us at twiIisl hour,
When her presence is felt with the deepest
power,
She silvers the landscapes, and crowds the
stream
With shadows that fit like fairy dream;
Then wheeling her flight through the gladden.
cd air,
The spirit of Beauty is every where.