Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1869-04-16
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4 Song for the SprinD-time.

4 Song for the SprinD-time.
We welcome you, we welcome you, sweet mes
scngers Of SPRING
And our hearts are beating gaily, To the merr,
songs you sing
We are weary OF the snow drifts, and the chillin.
winter blast,
And you tell Us that the spring'time has reall!
come at last
We are longing for the forests, through its din
old aisles TO roam,
Can YOU tell Us, gentle song tcrs, are the Sprins
flowers vet in bloom;
l. the sweet Arbutns waiting lis sweetness OF
the gale
And down the breezy hillside, all through Tho
quiet vale.
Have the Liverworts yc, opened their petals &c
the lieh,,
Blue as the skies above us, pale pink and pearly
white
Can you tell Us of the violets, are they budding
by the brook?
And the lovely, fair anemenoues, In many quiet
nOoks
And all the other flowers that belong 70 Flors's
train,
Are they springing on the hillside, are they bud
ding on the plain?
Oh gentle, lovely sowerets, il could talk to
you,
And you could hear my story, which, alas is all
too true,
/ would tell you of an army, of great and cruel
band,
That from early spring to autumn, goes roaming
through the land,
seeking the lovely nowerets. wherever they may
hide,
Whether in shady wood lands, or where the wa.
tiers glide
And 10 they see one blossom, they quickly seize
the gem.
stem
Then lesf from stem they tear It, and scatter
heedleSsly,
The fair and lovely petals upon the ground TO die
Or, FAR away they bear i, when coon i; droops
and fsdes,
Pining with hopeless longing for it. native wood.
land slsdes
wise,
The breeze, could not WOO you to ope your starry
eyes,
But you'd hide down where the mosses their silk.
en- abres twine,
Of scarle, green and purple. benz a!h the signing
pine
And none would ever and You, bu, As the seasons
come.
with the fragrance OF The pine tree, you mingle
your perfume.
Bu; know YOU :wu not heed me, and would
not wish YOU 10,
For II there were no flowers. indeed, what should
we mortals DO
And though we still shall pluck You, YOU ever
more viii bloom.
And the more tha, We shall crush YOU the sweet
er your perfume.
Well might we, restless mortSl,, swec, howereis,
learn FROM YOU,
4 lesson which might make Us more gentle and
more true,
Though oGea crushed and bleeding aud trodden
20 the ground,
We aight send forth loves fragrance to the hand
that gave the wound.
But while have been singing to the sleeping
towers this song,
The robin and the blae-bird, their liquid notes
prolong;
And little dusky sparrow that wears speckled
vest,
Has been pouring such = merry song from out his
tiny breast
And others, too, are hit..ag, among the leafless
trees,
And feel upon my forehead the sOf, breath Of the
breeze;
And know Twill WOO thee, and with the gentle
rain,
VIII cloIhe tie wales and hill-sides with the fresh
grceu grAss again,
AMI the Spring viii weave garment Of green
leaves for the trees,
And theyn clap their hand, right merrily, 10
every passing breeze,
)A Joyous, happy spring time that brings the
birds and flowers,
For cloud. and binding .tempes,-the sunshine
and the showers
Dur hearts are fun OF gladness, to welcome back
again.
rhe choir Of feathered! songs;ers, and Flora's
painted train,
And standing on the fresh sod, merry song well
sing,
4 JOYOUS song Of welcome, OF welcome, to the
Spring
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