POETRY.

FSom tae Journal ef the Times.

 SPRING.
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o finger not, thou bright and sunny Spring

 Fair na,urc's child companion of glad hours! Bu, o'er the earth thy gorgeous mantle fling,

 And hasten onward with thy buds and flowers. For now the norlhcrn storm howls drcHrily-

 The winds are angry, turbulent and loud-- Sadness and gloom rc wade the solemn sky, . And all things wear Eecay's pale fearful shroud' Come, mild Deliverer! with thy magic spells

 Release ll' imprison'd tount and sheeted stream Forests and mountains, wasted groves and dclls, From the strong arm of wintry death redeem. Let thy sweet form he seen-thy thrilling voice

 Peal gently on the ear from bough and brake; Bid nature in her. loVeliness rejoice.

 And all her slumbering energies awake!