Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1862-05-14
sPRING-TIME.
BY THOMAS MAcKELLAR.

The sovereign Sun unbars the icy gates
To let the Spring with all her train come in;
But tmidly the bashful maiden waits,
Or ices ahrighted from the stormy din
And elemental strife While she doth stand
In hesitanee, the soft, warm southern breeze
Steals from the isles of lime and orange trees,
And blithely Spring trips o'er the smiling land.
Hurrahi the buds grow big:
They burst their swaddling- bands;
The spiral sprout
Is shooting out,
And grass is creeping Ger the meadow lands.
Hurrah ten thousand rllls
Are hurrying down the hills;
And, sparkling as they run,
They symbolic the boy
So over-full of joy
His very eyes are scintillating fun.
Hurrahl q fy, real fyl
With legs so slim and will so strong.
So impudent and sly,
So buslly idle all day long;
Where ddst thou hide, the freezing winter through
Hadst thou cosy cell
Where thou didst dwell
When the SHOWS fell
And the north winds blew?
ALL have a care, gay chap!
For many snare,
In earth and air.
Is hidden in silken trap.
How genial is the ray
OF thu luxurious day.
That WHITES the bosom like thought
Of other days with happy memories fraught.-
The yOung-life days that seem
But delicious dream
That fitted DER a brain whose vision
Glimpsed upon scene elysian.
Too unreal for a world
By manhood into chaos hurl d.
A tear why, sure, theresst
Beneath 4 the Rsi Tubbish bis piled upon the heart.
That bubbles up
And yields cup
Of healing for bOsom-smart
Let's forth. my friend. and wander slow
Over the fields of tender green,
Where, as We go.
The earlier flowers are seen,
With blush eyes.
Up-peering to the skies,
Like childhood looking up 70 God
From Blended knees.
How fragrant is the sod,
Where no o ershading trees
Pretent the blessing of the sun
From coming down,
With OdOrous plants to crown
The lea THAI erst was desolate and dun!
Companion come!
Thou of the musing racel
Seest thou the beams that round us shine
Of Heavens premeditated grace?
Oh g speak; for thou IT master IN tne speeeh
place there IS within thy poet heart
Where heavenly thoughts like holy angels bide;
ThoS dESTe;t a m mes bdG sne a.eg fe % deSSr
A living verse TO go abroad, and be
missioner of good to our humanity;
When newborn Nature wakes in mystic power.
All silent still see! / see!
I find key
1udl Opee 70 me
That mystery
OF thy deep silence now; see
The cloud that hangs above thy JOY:
Thy memory rests on thine angelic boy
Who held thy hand when on thy evening walk,
and by his little talk
Beguiled thee so
That life without him seem'd an utter wo.
Thy lamb is safely gather'd in the fold.
The 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 this beauteOus earth.
His eye, that glisten'd with a sinless mirth,
Is brighter now; his voice,
Excelling In its sweetness any bell,
Is sweeter now in its harmonious swell.
In that grand hymn wherewith the blest rejoice.
He cannot come to thee; but tnou,
When God shalt change thy brow
And make thy vision dim,
Shalt go to him.
What though we turn to clay
A 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 row; thy face again is bright;
The spring-time shadows soon resolve in light