The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1874-05-28
[From the Evening Post.
The Song of Spring.

I heard no singing in the shade,
My eyes the beauties drank no more,
And in my MIND sweet taneies played,
And bore me from the fiOwery shore,
Through strains of song ne'er heard before.
Away! away! silvery sea;
An island ris ng fair and bright,
On which the snowy breakers fee,
And palm trees mnrmur in the night
To breathing winds OF soft delight.
In vision sweet, behold a green
Where the four Seasons, eircling all,
In fairy forms of light We're seen
In cadence let their footsteps tail,
Unto a silver flutes sweet call.
Then Summer, singing soft and low,
Spoke 10 the Sprlng with dancing feet:
Z" On, see the flowers bloom and grow
Where'er they smell thy breath so sweet,
Or kiss thy trailing garment neat.
Sing, sister, with the morning light
Tiny voice is ever sweet and clear,
Wlnging to heaven s gate its flight,
Where angels stop It's strains TO hear,
While golden harps are ringing near.
ayes, will sing, and you shall hear
Ny song arising from the lawn,
While bright the dew is sparkling clear
Amid the bushes OF the dawn,
And shining OF the moonlight wan.'
The flowers grew beneath her feet,
And winds blew soft from golden seas,
As, dancing light to music sweet,
She came across the blooming leaS,
Clad in the color of the trees.
"sing, sister, sing; the morn is here,
The silver moon is still on high;"
And 10! the shining three appear,
AS Sol is seen with golden eye,
Ascending through the rosy sky.
Swift Spring burst forth with silver light,
And gaily tripping cross the green,
Spread out her mantle, pure and bright,
And sang, in strains of love supreme,
The beauties of the vernal scene.
sup from the sunny south I ride
Upon the balmy wings of light,
Soft spreading through the heavens wide,
Fair skies of blue, with hopes all bright
OF spring-times swift and happy Hight.
'sThe sun doth lead me on my way,
Bright smiling, as swiftly fly;
While gaily down the waters play
In torrents from the mountains high.
Snow-capped, and glittering in the sky.
Now Winter at nay bresth doth quake;
He feels my pulses beating near,
Then in his snowy cloak doth shake,
And lays him down upon my bier
And sleeps-upon his cheek tear.
o, now my glories mantling swift,
Beams love within my happy eye,
As gently from the earth lift
The cloud meath which the violets lie,
Sweet leaning to the sunny sky.
The buds have felt my breathing low
And softly swelling to the air,
Invite the birds; Your flight forego,
And for the time of love prepare
Amid the boughs your offspring bear.
Then from the bosom of my love
1 bid the blue bird and the wren
Go WOO away the gentle dove
Unto the open haunts of men,
That they may plough the fields again.
And when the leaves are green to see,
bid sweet robin red to go
And warble out across the lea,
Through which the bounding streamlets hO'
Full swollen by the mountain snow.
Now love within my happy soul
Burns gently all the sunny day /;
Fen while sweet April turns his bowl,
And pours soft showers on his way,
That paths grow green where lambkins play
Then soon all birdlings from my breast,
Have gone with love to Sweetly Sing
The flowers from their peaceful rest,
To bloom upon the lap OF Spring,
And catch the dew drops from her wing.
Yea, through the starry night I float,
O'er quiet mead and sleeping town:
Pass through the miStS the mountains coat,
And from the shadow of their frown,
Bright see the smiling moon look down.
o, ever northward thus fly,
Until the golden sunlight beams,
With slanting ray, through arctic sky,
Unto where bright the snow land CLEANS
With ice bound hills and coasts and streams
Then soon, know, Gods spring to men
Shall cease His blessings to bestow;
So gently folding, with the wren,
Thesnow bird to my breast of snow,
Glad into Winters arms L flow.
Yes, sweet to sleep upon the breast
OF Father Winter, while he means
My weary soul into its rest,
Beyond, where fierce the Storm King roams
Or dashing wave on iceberg foalns."
Pennsylvania, April is, 1874.