The Panola weekly star. (Sardis, Miss.) 1882-18??, 1885-05-16
THE BLUE BIRD.
A study Of tho Feathsrsd Harbingss u
Spring.

Spring.
"One swallow does not make sum.
mer,n but one tiny blue bird on frosty
March morning, swaying and darting
among the leaness shrubbcry and alight-
ing here and there on fences and
hedges. lifting his cheery chirp oil tho
while In brave and hopeful promise. can
almost "make a sunshine In u shady
place. lie Ia tho truest Of all prophets,
ground hogs may prcvaricatc and. Sig.
nal Services fall into grievous errors,
but the blue bird Is deep In the arcana
Of Natures wonder-book, and what he
says come true.
While tho brown earth Is furrowed
with leo and the snow lies on II In soiled
patches like a tattered coyerlet; while
the winter fires are still aglow upon tho
hearth. and the pane still embelllshed
with fantastic frost tracery. this bright
hued herald flies straight down out OF
the sky like flake Of ihs summer
heaven 10 tell US his joyful story. Fas
out along the country lanes and high
ways be- has told Il over and over. and
now be fits among smoky ehimneyx
and stony payemeDts. where, Ike Az
true prophets, he raises mn uBheedeA
voice amid the worlds clamor. and his
note Of happy warning l. drowned and
disregarded. Yet none the less doss
b. look back brayely and nod sweet
assurance a. he skins over tho house
tops and sails away and away. bearing
his message 10 the realms Of the frozen
North.
Il matters not II the winds are whist
ling and the clouds lowering and tho
atmosphere rimy aud chill--'Twit
twltlf he cries; II hear tho seed-shells
bursting aud The grass growing ! can
see deep down into the dark mold. and
the blades are pushing |, aside. and arc
crowding. crowding TO the light. l
hear the million. million voices Of tho
leaves crying for the new birth. and tho
whisperings Of all the flower secrets In
the under world. see the first faint,
soft change that steals upon the worn
face Of Mother Earth break magicaliy
into royal splendor Of gold and green,
Of blo0my pink and purple; the lilac
clusters and the slender lily spires
throng tho garden spaces; the wood
yiolets are awake. and the starry daisies
are springing In the tender grass
"A little later and my tribe who
come after me, and 10 whose voices our
Maker has given more tuncful melodies
than TO mine. win bo thrilling the wood
land silances with their songs Of happy
fultIllment, and In tho tremnlons shnd-,
ows Of the young leaves tho mother.
birds win brood over the notified eggs
In the quiet nests. can scent the do.
licious fragrance of fresh rain m the,
mown grass, and | know that byI
and by the star-lamps viii burn clear
and still through the swiftly
passing summer nights. The weee
wind + on its way 10 frolio with the
bleatng lambs on the hillsidcs. and the
south winds. languorous and heavy
with rich perfumes. Is blowing across
the summer seas from spice Islands ains
Oh. Chirrupl chirrupl know y alb
the mysteries Of earth and air and sky
are unfolded to me-all. ALI and ! An
the first TO bring the wonderful hdinQ
OF the miracle being wrought beneath
your needless feet and before your IN
seeing eyes. Take heart and hops b
Of good cheer. for must AWAY to tel
the lands II Is coming. coming. co..
4 ingl"
What an overflowing heart h hael
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