Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1847-05-22
YoR THE ROOMS LICK TIMES.
SPRING..

The rain IS oper, IS gone; la
The fo,oers are seen on the earth,
And the season Of song is comet"
Solomon.
BY L. N. HuLsE,
How sweet, how balmy, breathe the morning air,
That signs soft music thro' the virgin lie ayes,
Fraught with rich fragrance from the opening
flowers,
The fairest. 6rstborn daughters Of the Spring!
Stern winters reign is DER. His clouds and
storms,
And magazines Of hail, and chill ing winds,
And hoary frosts, have done their work Of death
And their last sullen footsteps, we may trace,
in Wondering beauty--love now no more!
That like the gloomy red.eyed Demon, war
Leaves bleaching bones and ruins, dark and drear,
Behind his bloody tread The elem ents
Of drcary dscord cease; and the dark days
And nights Of lengtbend gloom mid sunny clouds
And Southern winds have chaDg'd their dreury disk,
And to.his natl We cline, old winters gone
To tell the Anarch of the polar realmns,
How wide he stretche d his icy Empire round.
Old March, the herald of the Spring, foil long,
And loud, has wind ed bis shrill horn; and 10!
Fast treading at his heels the Nurse of flowers,
Fair April, with her buds, and gentle showers,
Her deep.ton'd thunders, and her golden clouds;
And her fair bow, bent BY the Eternal hand!
And them bright May, the pride of Flora s reign,
Breathing sweet odours from her sparkling flowers
Adorn her TEN pies with pure virgin leaves;
And wreathes round her brow the gorgeous crown
Of all Earth's loneliness And ell around
Ger hill, Ger dale, she throws her vernal robe.
From the frail plant, that bends benea tn her dews,
To the proud forestK King, whose giant arms,
And mighty trunk have braved the warning shock
OF pelting st orms, thro' rolling centuries!
At this fair season, o what magic ray
lllumnnes nature with golden fire!
What beauteous grace, what erchitect'ral skill
What prwer! What majesty and loveliness!
How calm, how bright how beautiful the sky!
The deep blue canopy, how pure! hoy fair!
strange attraction lifts the soul to Heaven,
And on soft pinions, bears its vision up,
Mid the uniathom'd waters Of that sea,
Where beauty light and pow'r,l and glory, shed
Their bright effu gence round the Deity.
The starry host glow with a melting fire,
And seem TO smile soft and tender light
As tho. their eyes intelligent, saw not,
Or never read mans crimso nd page, Stand DER
With human blood, effus'd by. human hands:
That fall like slv'ry pearls on the soft air
As gently as the Zephyr yields the dew
To the sweet kisses of the blush ing flower.
what strange mysterious thrill, shoots
It's soft fires thro' Heaven, thro' earth; and warm
Each heart, each pulse, each vein =, in every limb
Of this vast universe! There's not germ
Within the nursing bosom of old earth,
But feels this Heavily animatng fire!
Not one, 'mong beings that do walk or creep,
That swim the briny deep with golden fins,
Or on exulting pinions, rove the air,
Or skim the ocean with level wing,
But in language that high Heav'n has taught,
Makes known the rapture of this born ioy
Nor these alone-man, beast bird fish and flow,
Heritage and trees, that green the lap of Spring,
But nature nanimate, instinct with life,
Through every pore, is quick with swarming host
Subimely small diminutvely great!
Beyond the reach Of visions potent glass
Still less'ning down, till their dark awful source
Doth mingle with the atoms of nfnity
All these, in various ways, with voice, or mute,
Expressive gratitude and praise attune
To that August and Sempiternal power,
Whose breath teammates the PROSTATE year!
o what buresque to proud reasons name,
Is that blind rea son that denies God
While at the thresh old of the Eternal throne,
Her Eye pours DER the page of Earth and Heave
Wherein is writ, in flaming capitals.
Begirt with shining stars and burning suns,
HE SUPERVISION OF A DEITy
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