Delaware Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1843-1874, 1866-04-30

MORNING,
TFor the Delaware Republican. !

THOUGHTS,
Suggested on hearing the first Spring Bird
sweetly carollng on neiShborng tree.
BY CLARENCE.
Hark the arst bird offspring 10 wsrbling above,
1t brings on It's pinion the message OF love;
Bright message of love, dear message of joy,
How sweet TO the ear divine its employ;
1t tells us "Grim Winter" lies dead in his tomb,
And flowers Of beauty are coming to bloom,
Array'd in bright garments, wrought in ma
ture's loom,
Embalm'd by fair flora with sweetest per-
fume.
Glad tidings indeed then let heart, soul and
voice,
United with nature, in peans rejoice
The hills and the valleys, the groves and the
glades,
Will soon all be vocal with glad serenades;
How chansd will the scene in its beauty ap
pearl
Bright charms for the eye, and sweet charms
for the ear;
The embargo from nature will soon be remov'd,
And by 1t the presence of Deity proved;
The riyulet, brook, the stream and cascade,
Shall all in bright robes of silver arrayed,
Aitune their sweet harps, and their tributes
all bring,
Their tribute of praise to the God of the
Spring;
Thus all nature rejoice throughout her empire,
The heart, soul, aud muse with delight to in
spre;
Shall man then Distinguished by Kindness by
Heaven;
To whom ali the Earth in its fullness is given,
BE mute nay, let him with Reason indued,
Distinguish himself by his Gratitude.
Nature g look every page that we scan,
Is trausht with instruction and knowledge for
man:
Instruction aud knowledge thro nature con-
veyed,
Proves Gods omnipresence by beauty dis
payd.
| How deep are the mysteries in nature we find !
Too deep TO be measur'd or fathom'd by mind
| The laws OF Attraction, Projection combind,
| Shows infinite Wisdom that can't be defn d /;
Throughout Gods creation in power they
reign,
| And thus all creation in beauty sustain.
| Sweet oird Of the morning, bright herald of
Spring,
fhe message thou bring'st on thy beautiful
| wing,
| Is 80 full OF love does such tdings impart,
| As gives new emotions of bliss to the heart j
| 1t tells us fair Flora is coming apaee,
| With flowers of beauty the meadows TO grace,
| That flowers of beauty shall wbere'er we
tread,
Adorn our pathway, sweetest incense shall
shed
The great church OF nature with praises re-
sound,
And JOY and delight everywhere shall abound.
| Let man then for whom all things were created,
With Jealous devotion he animated
His heart, sGul, and voice hay his all let him
bring,
And worship with nature the God of
| Spring.
Then with true devotion, and worship pro-
Natures Great God, Lord of all shall he
| crowned.
Thursday norning, April 26lh,
IFor the Delaware Republican.
STEP BY SrEP.-(A pIoTuRE.)
ny Il. DOWNING.
SCENE L.
A bright bud of promise, II fair, manly youth,
With the impress ofhonesty, candor and truth
On his brow;
| Mid n circle OF comrades, Tree hearted and
Met to While in -" erjoy ment' apbour away,
See i'm now.
| The blthest of all that convivial band,
| With the wine cup dantily poised In his
hand,
and n smile.
Like soft summer sunbeam, athwsrt tho blue
| west,
Lighting up his fine face at each well-uttered
jest.
Wait awhile.
scENE II.
Who is this that Genes reeIing and stumbling
along,
With vile Impression, or baccnanal song
On his tongue,
| Rum bleatei, disfiEured, besotted, torlorni
His clothing around him-al tsttered and
| torn
| Loosely slung?
'Tis the wine-demons victim why give him a
irownf
He has only tt few degrees deeper sunk down,
| Nothing more.
| He it WAS whom VIC saw-though so changed,
| and 30 soon
| la the glare OF the gas.lit and gilded saloon,
| Once before.
| SCENE III.
| What means this commotion, this horror
struck thrcng,
| That pale, ghastly figure berRe slowly along,
| Balhed In gore
| That moor woman's heart thrilling walls OF
dispair,
The cries OF those little ones rending the air
Der and o'er2
! 'Tis the finishing scene in drama OF lie,
The drunksrd II corpse; weeping children an
| wife
By his side,
While the sad story's told by that wound In
the head,
| Where the self-driven bullet has fatally speu'
| Suicide.
Let tho curtain descend It's a terrible sight
| Though AN ott-given proof of tho poisonous
blight
| That's abroad.
For daily arc hundreds who We passed through
| each grade,
The tippler, the sot, and the maniac laid
| Meath the sod.
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For the Delaware Republican.