The Council Bluffs nonpareil. [volume] (Council Bluffs [Iowa]) 1857-1867, 1857-05-16
Spring.

lHe cOfu anu afedfy winter HAS ,Seli,
and the brooks and streams are free, and
vegetation is springing into life.
''Spring-time" is natures working time,
and then she arises from the long slumbel
which her wearied powers demand. But
few of the birds has come US vet; our inhos.
pitable cline does not invite those beautiful
strangers until late. But OH how sweet
the music of the few already here. Our
city ladies, who feed and pet their own ca
nary's, and hear them sing; listen with in
tense delight. But what is that, compared
with the glad love-song, which the free
robin sings? 1t, is wild in its free joy, and
pours upon the ear a stream of the very rap
turs of satisfaction. This song can never
come from a cage, however much human
love may gid it, and provide it With bird
luxuries. The song that's ssmatin" birds
sung to me the first idea Of mhsic--to these
and to the glad murmer of freed waters my
pulses always beat wild accord.
Spring once more hastens ON, softenina
with her smile the bosom of the long winter
bound earth, and preparing thus for thu
precious seed-time. In the country, by tht
side of decayed logs, and on the sunny side
Of hills, where rocks ward off the cold wind
wee flowers are beginning to show their tim.
i'd heads. These are the first love-pledge;
of the year. The anemone, the violet, ane
the ily-like' bloodroot, are the first flower;
that spring up in our latitude; but city eyes
seldom see these sweet flowers, which many
country child wandering out into the wet
woods, to catch the first fragrance of thu
swelling birch buds, gathers into rusti,
bouquet which III broken tumbler, she
places ON the littletable by the south win.
dow, and rejoices in it with u true poe
heart. f,4, 81 z.- a n
The earth is now, glad to cast away hel
coyerlet Of snow, and rise to greet the morn
and quick-rising dag. And as nature is {
fit type of the infinite reality, so she is thu
ultimate expression of that reality; ant
what is true OF outward nature is true cor.
respondently Of the soul. That, also has
its winter-times and its spring times; it;
summer flowers and its harvest fruits. WHY
does the soul so harmonize with quickenine
nature in its spring, unless it finds its OWL
quickening thus prophesied or typifed? W.
are always glad when we see bank Of ear
" violets in the woods, we rush to it, VT
pluck and kiss the dear flowers, and we even
drop tears of welcome on their leaves. Why
is this? Is it not that we see in them, type:
of the beautiful thoughts which we prophet.
ieally see blossoming out in our own souls,
whenever the spring-time shall come to them
whenever Gods love shall penetrate them,
that they shall become fit soil for the growth
of heavens love?
Nature always fulflls its ideal--man has
never yet reached his. Nature, therefore.
is perfect in its degree-man perfect in his.
He asks iInpatiently, s'why is nature harmo-
NOUS and man inharmonious? Why cannot
he sing song as full of love and JOY as
yonder bird? Why cannot he develop free
y and beautifully, as yonder fow9:o
He forgets, that to obtain his perfect de-
velopment, he must obey the laws Of his ma
ture, as the birds obey the laws which gov
ern them. Let him look upon outward ma
ture, as beautiful symbol, of which he will
find the Divine reality in the innermost re-
eesses of his own soul, where God dwells a
perpetual sun, to warm and light him into
growth. Receiving that light and heat. he
will grow, his heart will become mellow and
fruitful, beautiful thoughts will spring I'm
in flower forms, aud tree forms, within him:
he will love nature then. without sadness.
for he will see in its everlasting smile re.
fex of hisInwn.
Nature has waited long for man, and
grows not old nor weary in waiting. Re-
newed in endless youth, she every wear puts
on fresh garments, and sings to him again
her brooding songs. She woos him to unite
his voice with hers in the great anthem of
life,s fulfllment, when she will win him for
her lord. When shall he become r. faithful
minister as she is, of the good and truths of
God? Whenever that shall be, he will take
his place as sovereign over her, not as now
to destroy and destroy and desecrate, but to
love and protect his bride
Spring would be indeed 8. JOYOUS season.
were there no human shadows falling on its
gladness. Couldacvery heart respond low
ingly to nature in her bridal joy, then mi hit
q poet sing without sadness in her praise,
Dubuque Tribune.