Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1854-04-27
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For the Green Mountain Freeman.
SPRING. --------

lis the season Of spring, and the iccle hangs
Al the caves ID a-driip ng, vhile v 50 gray
And disconsolate shorn Of his beard still looks down,
From the mountains where walks he as ruler Of eld
And the gusty old winds which he sends on anon,
Come so searching and chill that shrug in urs
And invoke that the May day viii huybut out peeps the
And the robin now trls from the tree-tOp alot,
and the sparrow doth twltter right merry her song
In the garden the thrush sings from thcket and hedge,
While the drumming Of pheasant Is heard in the vale
Now the snow-drop first trophy of Spring. with pale cheek
Steals from under the mantle of Winter; next comes
The claytona, which spreads her fair petals to view
By the hill near the brook the sweet violets nod.
At the verge Of the opening away to the woods
Is the sturdy old farmer s-tapping his trees,
And the sap he collects, In clean buckets well hung
For the boys to boil down, In the chadron Or PAN
In the kitchen, with ladle in hand, are the girls
And the busy old housewife, a-stirring away
At the Drumming old kettle that bubbles and breaks
with the smoking brown sugar just ready to eat
sVs the season Of Spring and the knobs fresh and green
Are alive with the kline, and the lamb jumps and rsks
BY Its dam and the school-boy doth lag by the way
Bor to Gull the wild flower and to list to the birds
The bithe step Of tho maiden by woodsde and grove
Il now slackened loud the old dinner horn sounds
From the faruhousethe buebel hapncked is now len,
And away like the fawn Ger the meadow she flies;
Slow and steady the farmer comes winding the lane,
And the surly old rnastif now barks at the door.
IT'S the seedtime and lusty fat teams are a-fed,
And the BURROWS turned and the harrow is dragged
Up betimes with the sum- all along by the way
You will hear the glad song Of the farmers-the uAw
And the GEE that awakes the gay lark while the star
In the West indistnct In the twilight is SEEN
And the cheeks, so like fresh blowing in May,
H. Al.a
With her bushes and breeses has wooed the coy maid;
And the beds where she her low balm and her pink
Are still moist with fresh soil but just turned by her spade
Now, afar the old forests, by Autumn stripped bare,
Are fast reclining with buds, that soon promise robe
As delightful and grecn atred them in Springs that are
gone;
Fen the poplar Is now near half full in the leaf
And the bloom Of the willow doth when her Dough.
Now at last the sweet May-day arrives and the hills
And the meadows the gens and the groves are all thronged
With group of fair faces who wait on the flowers,
And Miss Flora has many welcome to-day
From the Sisters who come her greetingaud wreahs
And gay garands are for the head of their Queen
And to friendship chaplet Is often entwined,
BY the babbling old brook OF the cool river side
Oh tho flowers the fresh flowers all along by the way,
How profuse and how fragrant is the joyous old May
IT'S tho Spring and the grass and the grain,
Arc enrolling the helds with a carpet OF green,
And the orchards whit with their bossoming hue
And the cuckoo lie singing her note in the wood,
At the caves tho winged masons are busy at work,
With their twitter a-going from morning till night.
And away In the shade, by the rivers cool brink,
Il the fsher-boy bobbing his line for the trout
tim no hurry" -he says to the pckerel DID,
Time enough yet, tits cool in the shadetime enough"
When the bouncing old trout the bait his eye
Like an he shoots for his prey, and is caught
By the gils, mid the lsher.boy's laugh and hurra.
Oh! the lsherboy's many gee on the tie brnl
OF the purlins old river, By brooklet aud lake.
In full beauty is Spring; with the forests all green
And the air bathcd in odors sweet as the Isles
OF the tropics can boast In the fervor of Spring
We warmed to the depths of the SOUL and bllthe
With the lark, snd footsteps light with the fawn,
And exultant start for the mountains and lakes
Or jaunt to the cascades, the falls or the sea.
Let us stop for moment, and enquire of the past
Where the loved ones are gone he bthe who met
In the Springs that gone With the flowers and the
We remember them well-but their footstep is heard
10 awaken no sound in the cottage or field;
Nor their songs with the birds more stir the green bowers
The sweet Tyre untuned, and it's numbers are STILL
For they passed with the Spring and the flowers away
Tia the season Of Spring; and although tits so fair,
1t fast hurries Va onward to Summer and age
The fair flowers soon decay and gone from sight
And the step of the Summer, the step Of the sere
And the yellow old Autumn soon brings US again,
To the dreaTy old Winter now passing away
Thus around in the circle, and evermore round,
We are passing, with the Seasons away and away
WALTER Wildwood.