New-York daily tribune., 1844-05-01
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For the Tribune.
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by AUGUSTA, sSopGRAss.

R.nds not the Welding flower nor hls rough hiasi
Makes desola;e the tuncful grove, sweet Spring
Comes gently dancing with her rosceie snli'e'
The bounding River from his heaslng breast
Throws of his ghterng chain; and free once more
The merry r,vulet leaps adown the vale
As ,uneful as OF old-wbile slopng bills
And waving forests, and unshroudsd plans
Receive their wontcd multi,udes OF Life
And all the air is populous with song
Thus on the Hear, joyous Sun may smile,
And loose its fountains long congealed aud calm,
Till bursting forth in thousand. sparkling streams,
They WELD 10 Life sweet and fresher glow
We sit amid the rushing stream OF years,
Interchangeable within the changing World,
Save in this perishable dust. The Heart,
For ever young in hopes and fears, tolls on
Mid crurnbling relics OF former age
lis wishes warm as when its pulse began
Its aspirations as those giants huge,
Who sought to scale the frowning heavens Of old,
By mountains piled on mountains 10 the skies
Thou restless Current Whence thy viewless
streami
And whittier is thy fow 7 From the dim Past
Be,ond the bound OF things where Chaos sat
Mid whirng atoms Of creating Worlds
Thy beating waves began-whosc restless food
High swol'n by human tears and human blood,
Bear swift edo,gn the yawnins gulf OF Fate,
All mortal glory and terrestrial PRIDE
Towers palaces, and monuments designed
As hcralds Of long immortality
Worlds, suns and systems, and the vast machine
OF universal SYSTEMS joined.
But we,
Secure within our deahless armor, sure,
Proof 'gainst all foes, invisible or framed.
Stand amidst falling ruins, and behold
The changing seasons Of Decay and Bloom
Pale leaves and budding fowers-and smile or weep
As Nature hath lnsde rough or soft our souls,
But scathlcss and unharmed Wiihin-whn.
Where Feeling and strons Hope, and Purposes
OF lofty aim ure found, we live and find
The joy or bane of Life Love, Strife, Fame, Hate
All passions and all Feeling from that realm
Which gives hue and color to the World
We hail its changing seasons, and arise
With Life re-anlmate, or, bending, fall
With wasted frames, as thes- their circles roll,
The human Heart, deep ard fearful thing
Whose stretching wings fold in their mighty reach,
The Trinity of Worlds-embracng all
Which Time hath plundcred from the caves Night,
And all which wild Imagination ever dreamed,
Good, evl-ioy and grief!
How happy they,
Who find Spring perennial; in whose reign,
The living fountains of true joy and pleasure
Burst forth in swelling s,teams-wherc hopes spring
forth
In many. colored flowers, on bending stems;
And Song unceasing' rises tuneiul up,
Trembling at its own ecstocy and Love,
As its glad echoes from thousand hills,
Meet in swelling symphony, and fill
Their little world
Thou who hast taught my soul
The bli.sful season of its Life 10 know,
and with thy. Smiles brought Spring unto my heart,
With all its flowers and gladness, has, song
Which ever rises from my swelling breast
In still but flowing music. Unto thee,
Whom Time hath yielded tc my restless prayers,
NV heart from out the volume of its love,
And from its glowing spring OF sweet perfumes
And gushing fountains, and unccasng songs,
An orison breathes out-whosc quiet words
May find fitting dwelling in thy soul,
Though lost 10 all beside.
y In olden days
The Persian sought at morn the mountains peak,
And as the Orb OF Fire iiamed clrchng up,
He knelt in PROSTATE alteration, while
The glowing Hours assumed their stations blost
Around the fiery Car Then on his ear
A more than mortal music, echoing, fell,
Struck from eternal Tyres. thus now stand
Amid the Spring Of years, and glowing, gaze
Upon the rising Sun, whose golden beams
Come, winged with brightness from the depths OF
Life,
And rich with song Deep through my beating
breast
The choral tones in melting strains resound,
Breathed from celestial tongues And l. like him.
Turn rapured, and behold the glowing World,
Bright in The golden garments OF the skies,
While from my hear, the melting hymn goes up
A swelling anthem from joyous soul.
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