Delaware Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1843-1874, 1874-01-22
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Awas-, awake. The sun isup.
al A.gtlAwaks! and sally Firth. -
N'm bad rain ut iewehy
n Az, n FIeip CIT the frozen North;
u lss The earth is robed In dazzling white,
-..'et Each tree Is hung withgems,
And diamonds in ten thousand shapes,
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Each brush and every humble shrub,
as,ii With precious stones is strung,
y. \, And all the plrest, brightest things,
By handfuls round are flung;
- The emerald! and the amethyst!
The topazes! behold.
Aud here and there N ruby red
Is Sparkling in the cold.
The chrysolite and Jasper see
& Aud that bright Sardine stone
"A ~ The holy Patmos prophet saw
Upon the Heavenly throne.
Us o Here all the gold Of ophir Shines
Of" With all Golconda's store,
d Aud who could ever number up
The countless myriads more?
The holly in its darkest green,
With crimson fruit looks gay,
Encased in solid silver, too
How rich is Its display
In green and gold the shaggy pine
Seems almost In a blaze,
+. With all the suns reflected light,
as,- Yet softened to the gaze.
The cedar oh, thou favored tree
In scripture IL Is told
They laid thee IN the house of God,
t And covered thee with gold
But great as was King solomon,
He, i,or the house he made
Weie dressed in such magnihcence
As thod hast here displayed!
The bee CHI tree stands in rich array
or long and shining threads.
It's brittle boughs all bending low,
To earth their dropping heads,
Aud now and then broken limb
Comes crashing from On high,
Aud showering down world Of gems
That sparkle as they fly.
The lofty oak-the hundred limbd
Briareus Of the trees,
Spreads out his pond rous icy arms,
Loud cracking ia the breeze;
And as the reused up lion "shakes
The dew drops from his mane,"
So does the woodland monarch shak
His crystals o er the plain:
But time would fall to tell of all
That bright and starry host
The North wind brings $50 witch th
world
From out the realms of fros,i
The dry and shapeless bough,
The blambie rude, the rugged thorn,
Are pure and spoiess now.
eye councillors of earth, come forth,
Ye princes, who have gold?"
Your diadems, ye kings, bring here,
The jowel'd crowns ye hold;
Come, woman, in thine ornaments,
In all their costly sheen,
And let them be the lovelest ones
That ever graced queen!
This grass that's trodden under foot
This weed with branching arms,
Thus glittering in the morning sun,
Hath fifty fold your charms;
Then cast your baubles vile away,
And bend in solemn thought,
To HIM who hath this gorgeous scene
From storm and tempest wrought.
Yet this fair pageant soon must fade
Beneath the breath Of noon,
And by the nat from on high
Your breath shall fade az soon,
O lay not worthless riches up,
Which "nioth and rust assail,"
But those which al the judgment day,
Through Christ will then avail.
What though the sun so soon must me
This iroslwoIk and its forms,
He speaks them into life again
Who rides amid the storms;
So, sin the twinkling of an eye
AT his last trumpet dread,
Our bodies, fashioned gloriously,
Shall rise up from the dead.
The sun'goes on his destined way
How few do heed my calls
lu tears the vision mets away,
The "baseess fabric" falls,
too, could shed some tears, alas!
That this sweet scene is passed.
For scenes sweet, it brings to mind.
Which Nnl AWAY fiat.