The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1862-07-04
spring-Time.


Tie sovereign Sun unbsrs the ICY gates
To let the Spring with all her train como 10;
But timidly tho bashtul maiden waits.
Or Gees affrighted from the stormy din
And elemental strife. While she doth stand
In hesitance. the soft, warm southrrn breeze
Steals from tho sles oflime and orange trees,
And biitheiy Spring trips DER the smiling land
Hurrah! the buds grow big;
They burst their swaddling bands
The spiral sprout
Is shooting out,
Aud grass is creeping Ger the meadow 'landf.
Hurrab! ten thousand rills
Are hurrying down the hills;
And, sparkling as they run,
They symbolic the boy
SO over full Of Joy
His very eyes are scintIllaung fun.
Hurrah! n ny, a real fyl
with legs so slim and will so strong,
80 impudent and ally,
So busily idle all day long;
Where dldst thou hide. the freezing winter
through
Hadst thou q cosy cell
Where thou didst dwell
Whom the snow fell
And the north winds blewi
Ali! have q care, gay chap!
For many snare,
In earth and air,
Is hidden in silken trap;
How genial Is the ray
OF this luxurious day,
That vivihes the bosom like thought
or other days with happy memries fraught:
The young.life days that seem
But - delicious dream
That fitted DER brain whose vision
Glimpsed upon scene elysian,
Too unreal for world
BY manhood into chaos hurl'd.
A tear! why, sure, there's still
A living rill
Beneath the rubbish piled upon the hoart,
That bubbles up
And yields cup
Ofhealing for a bosom. smart.
Let's forth, my friend and wander slow
over the nelds of tender green,
Where. as re go,
The earlier flowers Are seen,
With blush eyes.
Up.peerng to the skies,
Like childhood looking up TO God
From bended knees.
How fragrant Is the sod.
Where no o'ershading trees
Prevent the blessing Of the sun
From coming down,
With odorous plants To crown
The lea that erst was desolate and dun!
Companion nine!
Thou Of the husing race!
soost thou the beams that round US shin'
or Heavens premeditated graaei
! Oh! speak; for thou'rt a master in the speecl
That to the souls remotest depths can reach
! place there is within thy poet heart
Where heavenly tho Ia like holy angels bidei
! Thou drawest ut times the hiding ven aside.
And from its home thou causest to depart
A living verse to go abroad, and be
A missioner Of good to our humanity;
! so speak thou now in this love moving hour,
When newborn nature wakes in my stic power
All! silent stl!! seel see
6nd q key
That opes to me
The mystery
OF thy deep silence now: see
The cloud that hangs above thy joy;
/ Thy memory rests on thine angelic 10
Who held thy hand when on thy evening walk
And by his little talk
Beguied thee SO
! That life without him seem'd an u,tor wo.
Thy lamb Is safely ga,her'd in tho fold,
Tho fold eternal. in the better land;
His hand Is in the gentle shepherds hand,
And by His side he walks, as once of old
He walk d with thee along the Jeau,eous ear,l
His eye, that glistcn'd with snless mirth,
Is brighter now; his voce.
Ito cannot come 10 thee; but thou,
When God shalt change thy brow
And make thy vision din,
| Shalt 60 to him.
what though we turn to clay
spring.time resurrection day,
Remember, shall be his and thine
And mine
And every souls that loves our Lord
In this brief time:
Immortal prime
Is theirs who trust the Masters word.
Let's homeward now: thy face again is brigh,
The spring-tim shadows soor resolve in lieh,
-tTHoAAs MAcKRLLAR.