Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1854-04-20
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TO the Birds.
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IT'S morning hour; my soul is thrilled with JOY
Strangely delighted, while I finger still,
Here by the open window, for hear.
Soft-stealing on the breezy morning air,
Delightful gushing sounds from warbling birds
Sweet heralds of The Spring Dear little birds
Your music steals upon my listening car
As steals, benign, the beams Of morning sun
Upon sleeping world 1t speaks of Heaven
Fit subject for the hours OF sacred rest.
When noisy streets are still, and willing hearts
Forget the anxious thought, the vexing care,
And willing feet turn to the house of prayer.
Has sunbeams and soft breezes lured you back
Here are no flowers for you, no budding trees
No tender herb, 70 gently flowing stream;
What brings you here here while the earth ID
cold.
And gardens dreary but methinks the AFR
Whispers to you of hope What though snow
Fingers ON hill and vale sweet promises. t0
OF softened breezes. gentle showers, do speak
Ofhope; while still the life-renewing warmth
OF sunbeams stealing DER the frozen earth,
Fen your own gushing songs. to doubling
hearts,
Do whisper JOY they tell US that ere long
The Howeiil g garden. and the lonely wood,
Will be all vocal with a thousand strains ma
From tiny threats harmonious. that amid
The leaves of waving forest-tree, secure, CHAN
Safe-shetered from the storm, or reckless boy
On cruel errand bent; or spiteful cat
That, dreaded, turks beneath, shall softly rest,
Rocked by the morning breeze, the downy nest
Are you the tiny warblers, that of yore
Did spring with fear from the parental nest,
Where but a year ago, your untried wings
Reposed, li;tle time, while parent-bird
With brooding wing did kindly hover hear
Soft-shieldins from tn unhealthy damps Of
night.
Or pelting storm severes Perhaps you are;
Perhaps these woods are native. and you come
Back to the place where first you learned to Ay
Aye! Choose you mates then build your
sheltered nest, aa#
Soft-nestling in the shady fores.-tree. tl
There rear your tender young the timid wing
There teach its airy duty. bril- .gtrere
love your thrilling music, darling birds +!
1t speaks to me Of hope; checks the dark tho't
That gathers Ger my heart like winter clouds
And bids me sympathize with Natnre's change
fain scould sympathize with grateful heart,
] would be better. wiser. more divine,
More like Ail.lO,oly, but my selfish heart
Repines and murmers at its daily lot,
Forever longing, hoping, trembling for the end
Give me your sympathy teach me to feel
The joyful freedom Of your gushing songs,
The gratitude that prompts them, and the love.
Teach me to feel the confidence. serene,
The perfect trust your gentle songs imply.
Bid me look up confdingly to Him
Who sees the lend from the beginning" %
Let me not doubt His promises though oft
There comes the gloom intense, of blighted
hopes,
Like dreary winter storm in early spring.
Crushing the airy-castle hope has built,
And disappointing every cherished dream.
fain would know my duty. Let my heart.
Selfish. be changed, my stubborn will subdued;
And ever when hear your gushing songs,
quick response spring from my listening soul.
And SO remind me that . He doeth all things
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