The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1878-03-23
Selett eOetrp.
THERE'S MANY A SLIP.
Slistellaneous.
Thoughts on Spring.
Written for the Democratic AdrOcate,
BrJ.s.0.

Sorrow must indeed have laid heavy
hand upon that heart which cannot join
in the song Of joy breathed forth by the
glorious spring time. Spring IS the sea-
son of hope and anticipation. The very
CLEANS Of sunshine, with the balmy at
mosphere, the playful wind, that dances
here and there in It's wild glee, the bright
verdure, the sweet and fragrant flowers,
the gurgling riyulets, whose every bubble
seems thing Of joy, and every ripple
music; the birds whose free wings cut the
air with delight, and whose voices watt to
the ear the sweetest melody, join with all
Nature in one harmonious song of praise
to Heaven, and envelope, with chorus of
sympathy, the grieved and sorrowing of
earth, bidding them hope, rejoice and be
happy.
To the young and hopeful, spring is a
season with whose every attribute their
hearts vibrate in perfect union. Love
rolls like celestial melody through their
souls. Hope carols to their hearts its
sweetest tones, and all their feelings blend
with Natures everlasting song Ct bliss and
JOY. Youth is indeed the springtime of
life.
To the more mature it is as q withered
rose; its beauty is marred, but its odor is
as sweet, and it casts around them the
fragrance of their youthful days. It is to
them like gazing on a portrait, in which
the painter has, life-like, depicted every
lineament and feature of some beloved
friend, now lost Though it may remind
them shat all which was reality has left
them" It still yields an exquisite pleasure;
and they, in their imaginations, live over
again their seasons of brightness and Joy.
To the aged it speaks Of hope beyond
the grave; where all is joy and gladness,
all Is brightness and sunshine, where flow
ers bloom forever, and sweetest music
charms the ear with unequaled melody.
Spring breathes to them of hope eternal,
thrilling their souls with holy melody and
inspiration, making them feel as though
they would fain s'take the wings of the
morning and fly away from things beau
tiful on earth, to the more beautiful in
heaven.
Those whose hearts do not sympathise
with this season of hope and giadness, or
who would still cloak their feelings in the
icy, dreary garb Of winter, / would induce
to believe that all the beautiful attributes
and embellishments of spring are instinct
with intelligent life, the shrines of blessed
spirits and holy angels, angels of consola-
ton and hope. The very air, with its
balmy fragrance is an angels breath.
Away with winters dreary powers
For spring now treads our hills along
With her bright eoronai Of flowers
Her happy smiles and joyful song
filthy hearts oppressed with sadness
Look on Nature, sorr0wfng child;
zen the very air breathes gladness
And speaks to thee in accents mild,
And the flowers around thee springang.
Full Of life. and hope and giee
On thy heart are ever fiinging
Breathings fun Of hope, 70 thee.
Listen 10 the Wild birds voices
While they sing their joyous song
surely, now thy heart rejOicez
And To- notes Of hope prolong.
Then away with every sadness
See all Safure bids thee sing;
Round thy heart robe Of giadness
Woven by the hopes Of spring
Nese oxford, Pa. NaTch 10, 1875