The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1848-01-08
For The Cecil Wig
The Voice of Winter.

come upon the North-wlndS breath, my hight
is high and drear.
.1y wing shall sweep the blooming 81 ODE, my
chilly blast is here!
I've come from Greenhnd's tina wess realms
where mountain iceber.s CLEAN,
As DER the wild and ireary waste Aurora $ bright
floods stream;
My flight has been DER cold Melville, where
new er human form
las scaled the bleak aud frosty crag or braved
the rushing storm;
My bow ers are meath the frozen Pole, their walls
are flashing bright,
With icy gems and dazzling lights thro' all the
lonely night;
And music too is floating thcrc-wild mornings
of the blast,
AS snow-cad Genli of the North whistling
wing rush past,
The Esquimanx hath known me long, the sailor
at the helm,
And SETTLING waves at my command his rocking
bark ocfwhclm.
And now, from meath the stormy Bear TO where
the lme-trcc blows,
My frosty wing shall find ITS way on each shill
blast that flows
Der Hill or tower, through lcatlcss bower by
gray old wood or rlII,
And the grove that thrilled to zephyr's song is
dreary sad ana still.
Bat my voice Shall haunt its naked boughs in
low; deep, hollow tone,
That tells Of persisted scents and flowers, gay
songstor$ long, long flown
OF sunny skies and gemIhy dcws-ail pleasant
things that Shone,
But Summers glow hath faded long, the royal
rose is gone,
The sunlower too, hath sought It's grave al
witered, scrc and uW,
And the bright leaves of It's gorgeous crown are
tossing to and fro
On whirlln1 russ and wilstIing g.lc that revcl
DER the plains
Where Boreas chains the gloe my earth with
fro;ts anG icy rains,
My snowy wing o'crswccps the spray that crcsts
the boiling wave,
Where tempcsts groan, fierce thundcrs roll, and
loud winds hiss and rave
Mid clouds Of foam and spNshing surge that
sweep the crcNhiug deck,
While the gallant Sap amidst the crash goes
down IA nrlsIuss wreck;
And tie mermaid to the seAnan's Shrek giycs
echo sArl ami wild,
AS huge waves round her sca-girt throne like
mountains white, are piled,
And Il war OF storms hath here been wa@ed whc
Thousand Yeas have II own.
Where dark waves Gimme to the Munsoon's wing
and the ii1ry waters moan;
And rven lnasts and battered sails s. ash OH the
angry sea,
swift gales whist Ie free,
Tic scabrd too hath spread her wing-she greets
me with scream
That echoes through the gloom that wakes to
the rcd lghlmng's glcam,
But the coy Nynph hath disappeared with ElcT-
ry Spritcs To dwell
Midst coral bowers ben e.tth the Tide, and many
Sparry cell;
And there she sings of pleasant things thro' all
my dreary days,
OF Springs blue sky and spicy breeze, midst kim
bred laughing t;tys,
The lively dolphin glm1os there amongst green
twilight bowers,
Through endless groves and fields Of flowers, fair
shining, coral flowers
The Dryad from the wood hath tlown--i!s lCaTes
are dead and sGrc,
Nor voice Of calm soft Summer breeze, or happy
bees is near;
Her flight hath been to cron bowers, on some
far southern shore
That northern gale hath never famed. where
tchpcstS never roar;
And dim panl-shadcs are resting there on ioun-
tain. rill and grove,
And sweet perfumes mid Grange flowers on
balmy breezes rove,
My wing shall span the mighty globe, gay Sum
Iler, am hcrc;--
Thy bloom hath yielded to my touch, fierce win
ter, dark and drcar!
.Nc,cark, Del. MARY.