Mariposa Democrat., 1857-06-11
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From the Louisville Journal
GOD IN SPRING.
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Hosannas to Thy Deity for this,
Giver of bursting leaves and song and bloom.
And the gold opuence Of flowers, which is
type of mans sure triumph o'cr the tomb
o, goodly are these ranks Of sunny days
Which the warm breath Of budding woodlands bring
We fling our care away one hour to gaze
Meath the soft eyelids of Thy angel, Spring,
And lit his silver wing.
We will bow down before his face as one
Who comes with tidings from the only King
Yea, he is Thine Thy hands did weave this crown,
These golden garlands round bis temple fling
All mute things know his presence and give praise,
The woodbne yearns around bis arms to cling,
Morn weaves his palace from her nmost rays
/ And sweet binds nestle in his hair and sing,
"God of the purple SPRING.
We thank Thee for the mornings vestil blaze,
And evening with her locks of sober brown;
We thank Thee for the emerald summer days
And autumn with her nights of weary moan
We thank Thee for the quiet Sabbath hours,
Which speak for man fairer bossoming.
We thank Thee for the sunsets FURNISHED towers,
But MORE more than for these, with all they bring
We thank Thee for the Spring
Angel, thy splendors never could have shown
Upon the Orient Uz as here they shine
Else her immortal bard from thee hal known
A softer music for his glorious line
He would have seen the bursting Of the graves
lie would have heard their mouldy silence ring
With peans like the noise Of many waves
And oceans oozy charnes throb and sing
Through the green gates of Spring.
What is so sweet as clover by the way,
50 fresh as volets lifting the dead leaves?
What is 50 dawny as a beachen spray,
So musical as swallows round the eavesl
What is so queeny as the jasmine bells,
Between whose walls the bee forgets his stingl
Yet these are thine, all these, the spicy dells,
The BALM the glorious tints. the caroling
o, rosyfooted Spring
Lover Of mossy banks, we welcome thee
Back to the orchard paths and yearnng hills
Come hang thy mantle on the crowness tree,
And scatter dappled pnks and dafiods;
And we will wreathe thy brow and clasp thy knees
With blooms, prefer our fresh thankofering
OF gentle moods, new hopes, while glossy bees
Hum through the delicate urns that roll and swing
Around thy limbs, 0 Spring!
The royal bluebird whose soft vest was dipped
Long in the August ornaments rich wave
And the fine robin Of thy dews have spped
And league to sing the blossoms from their grave
All spirits Of the amber-budded boughs
Call thee sweet names, Bridegroom Of Flowers AMI
King;
The distant valleys and the near hedgerows,
The slvery vault and glimmering mountains sing
10, delicious Spring
Great Pan reclined in odorous shades and woke
The echoes of the hills, long, long ago,
And white-armcd Dryads danced beneath the oak
Nor marked the rapid seasons DER them flow.
The breads tripped along the mountain ways
But all are past gone is the Satyrkng,
A purer breath the grove and woodland sways
And with better Name the hute-notes ring
orlily-bosomed Spring
Hosannas forthe bird and flowers, o God!
| see Thee in the bloom and mellow beams,
Yet am sad even where so lately trod
Thy radiant feet and woke the sleeping streams
Our bosoms for purer region yearn,
We feel the futter of the immortal ,cing
'Gainst It's clay walls unsatisfed we turn
From Summers crown and the fresh tints that inl
glory round the Spring.