Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1902-05-01
OF SPRING.
Jim HolloWell's Wonted Poem is
Delayed, But the Spring
time Seems to be Here
at Length.
at Length.

h1ouy ANUS CduCIS
while oppressed with winter under
wear and the warm spring-like
weather, r skeptical as to the YER
ity that Spring time has indeed come
at length.
In view of the fact that Spring |
does seem to have come to stay for
the season, we cannot understand
why Jim's poem IS delayed. We
are Ioath to entertain with any de-
gree Of credence the mental sugges-
ton that Jim has reached that age
or condition of life that he does not
realize that mysterious, inexpresS-
ible Standardization that comes to a
man attuned to nature with the
greening trees and singing birds and
balmy zephyrs ladened with the per-
fume of flowers. No; we do not be-
Ilieve Jim has got there! NOr do we
believe such men as he eve reach
that condition; for with such as he
the more closely you study the veil
| ed mysteries and the unveiled glor-
les of spring-time, and the greater the
number of springs that weave them
selves into your life, the more admir-
ingly do you contemplate the endless
mercy and goodness of the Primal
Power, which created the earth to
sow it in flowers and girdle it in joy,
and the sky to SOW it in stars and
girdle it in vast mystery.
AS the springtimes link themselves
and form the ever lengthening river
OF flowers flowing through your life,
you feel stronger and stronger the
impulse to kneel before the first bios
som you find laughing through the
crust Of the earth in the brown field
in which you lOiter-to bend the knee
there as before a neWmade altar to
the Most High, and give thanks for
the c~easeless mercy that bids the
blooms to burst for your gladness.
And as the vernal hours hurry the
flowers upward and outward in
mystery and in plentifulness, and the
young leaves mysteriously green the
trees, you are glad of the hidden
cause that impels you to fling your
self upon the upspringing grass and
praise God for the glory and beauty
and sweetness He has given you in
such opulent abundance.
AS you lie prone upon the carpet
nature has woven richer for rich and
poor than all the warpand wool of the
looms of Occident or Orient and look
up to the blue dome of the universe,
which is bluer and more sublime this
springtime than in any other spring
time since your years began, you
hear the melody of birds and the hum
of bees blending in an anthem in
finitely low andsweetand enhancing,
ond upon the breezes that do gently
blow you whisper thanksgiving
and praise and humble petition. You
have flung yourself at the foot Of the
high altar not builded by the hand
of man, and in your brief hour OF
praise you feel that sin and grief are
very far away, beyond the wooded
hills.
You do not wonder what Power it
was that unlocked the soil that the
grass and the flowers might laugh in
the track of frost, for you know. And
Iyour knowledge is enough to give
you most abundant happiness,
whether frost reigns or flowers
flourish.
She comes, she sings,
She does not know the miracle she
brings;
In her wide eyes
A white and exquisite virginia. star
prise,
AS who should say, What gracious
+. world is this
Where at the sunlight's kiss
My soul has swiftly sprung from
mystery and disguise?"
Upon her face
: An elemental esctasy, a grace
Of b%urgeoning there seems
Something of slumbering flowers
| and sleepy streams
| That wake and leap TO love and hap
piness,
D Nor know a future stress,
, Nor the imperious woe of past ane
broken dreams.
Her heart o'erhows
: With joy of every blade of grass tina
grows.