POETRY.

FOR THE ENQUIRER. sONNET-TO SPRING.
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FOR THE ENSOANSns

 aONNET-TO SPRING. Fairest of seasons, lovely spring. On thy breast the blue birds sing

 Their am'rOus tale of love; And whistles shrilI the robin gay, While, perch'd above the fOamy spray, The Iinuet sings it's tril!ing lay, And halls the voice offspring within the budding grove

  This, this is nalure-ihese are fair, And bright to gaze upon-the air Breatl,es in soft murmurs on the gentle r'h' Which, having broke away from winters grasp FIows gently onward-and doth seem 'O clasp Large rocks-which, being rent and torn away From their foundalOns-piled in thick array, Impede its gentle course, and cascades forn: Most beautiful and grand-lhen, flowing still, Upon its pebbly course doth gently die away. WoOdbwy, April g, 1883. H. B. s.