Telegram-herald. ([Grand Rapids, Mich.) 18??-1892, 1891-05-10

clear and tardy, pAttering along and
poltertng about n devious Ways, under
the shadow of It's Dosionless crosses
and water plsntains- The ivy tendrils
steal down 10 it, the great OAK roots
enmesh themselves towards ID; IL 10
haunted by wagtAlls. drzEllng IN
plnmage OF jettiest black and snowlest
White; one may hear ls laughing
strangely With . low ehuekle over peb-
tles aud fallen bents. this dark wood
the steep slope of the further bank
and away into grey vsstas ss tar as the
eye can reach the daffodlls nod amoog
the new spring grsss.
The Mid FRESHNESS of Morning-
As nothing IN ones whole life can re-
place the flrst few years OF chiidhood.
with their daily sweet surprises. their
ready tears aud reader laughter, their
happy hopefulness OF possible and inn
possible things. 60 nothing the whole
year long. rewaken the Wild freshness
OF morning, the eyepscent. lndefina-
bic, unatlerable Joy Of these early days
of spring. Not the fragrance OF roses
red and white, nor the hay SCENT IN the
twilight, nor the glories OF autumn
orchards, can atone for the loss Of, at
least, three fioweFs-daffodils, vloles.
and primroses, With their inseparabie
association Of youth, and health, and
light hearts in windy weather.
Primroses. there are thousands, mil
lions of them here; their warm bloom
bestrews the woodwork with q light
like clustered moon-beams. No album
dance can deteriorate from their worth
or vulgarize their beauty; under every
branch, along uneounted hadgerows.
they spread forth their crumpled horns
of leaves, they open out their orange
hearted buds, prodlgal with "God s
own plenty" They link the frost-tlme
to the nightingale-time, let them tarry
as long as they may. one feels pang
at their departure; they have not out
stayed their welcome. They are JOY
for ever. With their delicate delicious
odor and cool petals, one may press
lovingly against lips and eyes. Flowers
and leaves are never hot nor cold, al
ways cool; they retain Just enough
warmth to suggest that they are living,
and for the rest they are as refreshing
as a breath of wind on a harvest noon
day. The violets lean careiessiy out
from the green thresholds; all around
gnarled stems anu messy antiquities,
the white petals, and, the grey-blue,
and the dark blue petals do obeisance
each to each below the burgconing
boughs, and send little messages of ex-
quislte odor along the banksite.
Fiutter of CloHd-Coiored winEs.
High overhead in the elm.tops. rocks
and magpies are repairing iast years
nests with most unnecessary volubility
of cawing; the chatfinch's song rings
out like little trill of unprecedented
laughter; the thrush's brown tail
feathers just through the ferny tapes
try which hides her nest in the ivied
hazel-stump. A drowsy, dreamy COO
ing comes family from the distant
glade, where the wood-pigeona purr
over few sticks laid crosewise on a
bough which do duty in their eyes for
an efficient nest and nursery. So sooth-
ingly and necessarily that murmur
sounds, one would believe il TO he close
at hand; one sees as In vision the
fiutter of cloud-colored wings,
the deep red-brown of the
hen-dove's eye, az she sits
huddled upon the curtseying branch,
and her grey throat swells and rounds
itself, while with stopped head and
half-closed beak she COOS forth her
prophecies Of maternity. But clearer
and clearer than all else, in gusts and
gushes of melody, song bubbles forth
out of the midmost thicket, where the
woodbine stems are knotted in endless
tangles under foot, and hang in thick