From the LnnisyiIIe Journal. ]
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SPR NC y J. I. w LII.
She comes she comes, the goddess OF spring.
And the CLEAN of her bright and waving " ing
AS she sweeps along thro' the breeze and beam,
Rrighteps the waves of the waking stream.
She comes and the grim Old winter king
Has spread to the BLAST his frosty wing,
And far away in the north has flown,
To his f.ozen halls and his icy throne!
a mantle Of beauty and life is cast
Wherever the vtrnal goddess has passed
She has shaken her wing and the sparkling showers
Have fallen to earth and turn'd TO flowers;
She has breatned the peaks OF the lofty mountains
And ihetrsaowS are gone and the cool sweet fountains
Thro their Yallies are bursting wild and free,
And their waves make music and mrth and glee
The hills away in the distance are seen,
Robiag themselves in coOrs of green;
The blue bells peep from their woodland bowers
lhhaliug the breath of the joyous hours;
And flowers are sprinIing in vale ana del,
And many tale OF love they tell;
on many a story their beauties will speak,
And many blush to the burning cheek
win come, when they pass painful token
Of vows forgotten and promises broken!
The birds are here and their thrilling strain
Gladdens the free blue sky again;
The lark is up with the mon's first ray,
And high thro' the blue vault peeds away;
And the martin has come that was gone so long,
GladdeEing all with his joyous song;
And his plumage CLEANS ia the warm sunlight,
As he glances away i'll his arroWy flight.
The st4inless sky o er the lake is bending
Its own deep hue TO its bright wave lending;
The earth from its wntry sleep is waking,
world of beauty upon us is breaking
But my wild harp fails thy beauties to sing,
So, welcome! welcome! spring! sweet spring