Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1879-04-30
Spring.

The almanac claims that Spring began
two months ago. The programme of the al.
manac could not be carried out, from the
fact that the roads were covered with snow,
ice and mud, 80 deeply that the numbering
car Of Spring had to apply the brake, shut
off steam, and wait until the snow left the
hills and valleys free to bring out their myr.
lad forms Of beauty, Irvine their garlands
around tree and shrub, and weave the
bright mantle of green over hill and plain,
spangled with multiform and gorgeous flow
ers, fresh and fragrant as the breath of
morning. With 1.-THE form and elastic step,
the flush of health upon cheek and brow,
eyes sparkling as the dewdrops nesting in
the heart Of the lily; and with flowing robes
Spring sweeps over the land, aud with rosy
fingers unsealing the rivers and lakes, bids
the crystal waters flow, surmounts the plash-
ing fountain with coronal of flowers, waves
her mystic wand, spreads her green carpet
over the land, hiding under forms of beauty
many Irregularities and rough places, rounds
out in the full form and comely proportions
all that may appear unseemly and forbidding.
She brings out from among the rocks and
crevices of the earth the tiny buds, bursting
forth in beauty, greeting with the bright
beams Of the morning all nature in her rem
ovated robes of life and progressive develop
ment.
The earth is arrayed with the choicest work
of her hand, with its gushing fountains and
flowing streams, its robes of green, aglow
with life and activity. Now the forest calls
for the attention of the active, energetic
forces of Spring, teeming in all directions
The trees are apparently dead. Her balmy
breath borne upon the evening zephyrs over
the living branches of tree and shrub in
fuses new life and beauty into all, develops
the powers of active life, unfolds the SPLEEN
doris of new existence, bursting out from
every branch, waving her green banner in
the passing breeze. Soon all the forest is
clothed in beauty more brilliant and varied
than the webs from Persian LOOMS more
gorgeous in chaste colors blended by her
hand than the flashing robes woven with
the brightest hues of Tyrian purple. The
whole landscape is laden and beautified by
the work of her hands.
The land, and the water, the hills and
valleys, the fruits and flowers, the birds
hopping from bough to bough, the focks
and herds, all, all clap their hands and re-
joice In the mellowing tints of the advent
of Spring. The morning pencils leaf and
flower, the evening throws its mantle of
purple and gold over the trembling leaves;
lifts the heads of the tiny flowers modest in
their beauty, fragrant in their modesty, and
enchanting in their cheerful and sparkling
purity.
Snow and ice have long held back the
genial and long desired approach of melting
SHOWS, and the uproarious laugh ringing out
through the sugar orchard where the mystic
process of "sugaring of" calls old and
young together. The young beaux and bellies,
older beaux and older maidens not much
older though, come there 10 Sweeten up a lille J;
and then the bright Spring is usliered in
with the loud acclaim of the myriad voices
of all animate and inanimate creation.
Spring as a blooming maiden steps upon
the whirling car of time, lifts the brakes,
let's on the steam and the car wheels begin
to move; she waves her wand and her
flowing robes sweep away the pearly drops
from leaf and flower and her footsteps are
hailed with joy by man and beast. The
birds send forth their sweetest melody and
all the people are astir with active and
vigorous life. Let us rejoice that Spring is
here again and that we live to see it.