St. Charles City Republican intelligencer. [volume] (St. Charles City [Charles City], Iowa) 1857-1861, 1861-05-02
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THE VOICE OF SPRING. !"

my beloved spake and said unto
me, rise up, my love, my fair one, and
come away. For 10, the winter is
past, the rain is over and gone, the
flowers appear on the earth the time
of the singing of birds is come, and
the voice of the turtle is heard in the
land the fig tree putteth forth her
green figs, and the vines with the
tender grape givea good smell. Arise,
my love, my fair one, and come away"
The heavens declare the glory of
God, says the Psalmist, and the frma-
ment sheweth his handiwork-day I'M
to day uttereth speech, and night unto
night sheweth knowledge. Nature
throughout her vast domain teaches
us grand, moral, and spiritual truths,
second only in importance to those
contained within the Bible. The
flower by the wayside--the twinkling
stars in the heavens-the returning
seasons, are all intended to lead our
minds upward to the great Creator,
and bring US into fellowship with
heaven.
"There is q lesson in each flower
a story in each stream and bower
On every herb DER which we tread,
Are written words which rightly read,
Will lead us from earths fragrant sod,
To hope, and holiness, and God
The frequent illusions throughout
the word of God to the beauties of ma
ture, and especially to the different pc
RODS of the year, have often been re-
marked upon by Christian writer's
Apart, altogether, from the grand
spiritual truths which are constantly
set-before us in these pictures, they
far surpass in beauty of description,
in vividness of representation, and
unerring truthfulness, the choicest ef-
forts of uninspired genius. Regarded
merely in literary point of view,
what poet, either of ancient or mod
ern times, has, in so short a compass,
and in language so striking and yet
SO simple, outlined the returning
sweets of spring, as that contained in
the song of Solomon. The winter is
past-the rain is over and gone-the
flowers appear on the earth-the time
of the singing of birds is come, and
the voice of the turtle is heard in our
land; the fig tree putteth forth her
green figs, and the vines with the ten
der grape give good smell. We
need not the pencil of the artist to
complete the sketch. We seem to
breathe the balmy breath and fowery
fragrance of returning spring-when
"Reviving sickness lifts her languid head.
Life flows afresh, and young eyed health exalts
The whole creation found."
Spring is prominently season of
Joy, of hope and promise. Summer,
with it's fields of golden grain and au-
tumn, with its varied and richly tint
ed foliage, have each their peculiar
glory but amid their loveliness, the
thought of approaching winter, with
all it's cheerlessness and gloom, seems
to invest them with a tinge of mclan-
choly. Not so with spring We look
forward to it with feelings of delight !;
the heart throbs in sympathy with the
eternal world, and hope inspires to &C
tion. Nature casts off her wintry
mantle-the lakes and streamlets dash
aside their icy letters life starts
from every pore: buds and blossoms
adorn the garden, and their fragrance
perfumes the air. The birds, with
cheerful notes Of praise, make the air
one universal song Of rapture" The
husbandman prepares to cast his prec-
ious seed into the opening burrows, in
hope of large returns in coming days
for all his toll. The weary, heart
broken sufferer seems to breathe more
freely, and inhale the bracing atmos-
phere of returning spring, and the
dropping, down-cast mourner reviews,
as hope spans the opening year with
her golden rainbow, and the sun
"sheds down her kindest rays"