Baton-Rouge gazette. [volume] (Baton-Rouge, La.) 1819-1856, 1850-04-13
Spring.

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spring,
| Well has it been asked. who can
go abroad amid the bloom and frng-
rance Of the bright spring time which
has again returned when nature has
assumed her kindliest inspirations
when the unbound earth Ia rejoicing
with unspeskable gladness--in this
season rich with hope and resplend-
ent beaut y----t,nd deny that The patur-
al world is full Of glory and joy7 Is
there one with soul so dead. as that
he ohn gaze upon the broad field Of
nature. changed MS 1t soon is from
"gloom TO glorv'--who can listen to
The voice of the rivulet, the silver
fountain. and the gushing stream. rs
they wind their way to the vast world
of whtsrs-or to the rich melody Of
birds living their life ofmusic-when
his every faculty is feasted with plea
sure and delight. and not see. fear
and feel The innumerable evidence Of
The .handi-work of nm all-wise God
We hllude not to those, "who prnt up
in cities, know only tho changing sea-
sons by the musty calendar, or the
varying tbermometer."---but of those
who breathe the mountain air, Of
those who climb the dizzy submits
piled high towards the Heavens by
the giant arms oi nature. or who tread
the messy banks of our mighty rivers.
and observe the impress Of love and
wisdom engraved upon every leaf
and every flower. To such the bright
yernal season comes like vision of
enchantment thousand fond and
endearing associations crowd upon
the heart. and winter. with its frost.
tempest, and drehry demolition, is un-
cared for and forgotten.
Never was there trner saying
than that Of Cowper. God made the
country. man made the town" And
who is there, who would not, for u
day, ut least, leave the care and tur-
mol, and dust of a murky city, for
the green lanes and sweet.scented
groves Of the country There, in
the solitude Of the deep glens, amid
the sublime drapery Of mists and
clouds, left undisturbed to the Wild
ness and grandeur Of his own ina
gination. Jet him hold communion
with his own heart---let him find that
"there are sermons in stones, books
In the running brooks, and good in
every thing"
in cities, there Is little Of that kind
ly union of human happiness with ma
ture's Aowery outpouring--lIttle Of
this holiday Of earth and its inhabi-
tants. In the cities we see no jubilee
Of natures own appointing, when the
glad earth, dressing herself rsdowers
and garlands, calls out TO her child
rem to come forth to the merry-mak-
ing--a gladstone invitation, that has
been accepted with sparkling eyes
and happy hearts ever since the
world itself was young.
Some Of the ancients converted
the whole of the month Of May into
holidays. As they saw the young year
advancing toward them, budding with
beauty, and pouring forth bounteous
promises Of fruits and harvests. they
send their hearts and voices into the
valleys and meadows, to meet and
welcome it's approach. 1ogo n May-
ing. ns it is called, is not less healthy
to the mind than it is to the body it
is u sort Of reprieve from the thraldom
Of cities and artificial life il erases
the canker Of care from our hearts
by sending them abroad among the
green leaves; it enables the hardy
and generous sons of toll, to shake
hands with the fair Goddess Of the
season and as they pluck the BIOS
soming bough amid freshness and
fragrance, the music Of birds and the
sounds of human happiness--they
remember that this festival was felt
and observed over the west of Europe
for many long and happy centuries !;
and which, in England, in the time of
James ], was legalized by special
act authorizing May games and NOR
ris dances even on Sunday.
Where is the heart that does not
feel quicker throb, when the ina
gination is suffered to wonder back
to the Spring days of antiquity, with
their sunny skies, budding groves,
sparkling waters, and rejoicing
hearts; when the symbol Of Spring
was crowned with triumphant gar
lands, and escorted into the city, pre-
ceded by banners, music and dancing!
When we roam abroad amid the
sublime glories Of the vernal season,
when the scenery of earth seems
freshly painted by the pencil Of Hea-
ven-in this soft season of innocence
and love, the outward senses are lull-
ed to repose, the restless cares Of life
are laid asleep, and an irresistible
blessedness fills the heart with unut-
terable JOY. When the trees wave in
the gentle breath of the softening
zephyr--when the senses are feasted
with the fragrance of blooming flow-
ers, with the bending heavens above
and the laughing earth beneath