For the Enquirer. WAKING FROM SLEEP.
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WAKING FROM SLEEP. When the bright sun of Spring,

 In it's brilliancy gleaming, The sweet flowers doth bring, 'Wish their rich colors beaming- o how sweet, to the eye,

 Do the petals appear! And they seem cen more lovely

 As they bloom-every year. When old winter is leaving

 His ice-clad domains, And creation seems grieving

 For her f1owery plains Ohow cheering each token,

 Which foreshadows the day When the spell shall be broken, And the snows melt away. But 'tis pleasanter still

 When the snows are all gone, And each valley, and hill,

 Puts its green mantle on; When the birds, with their singing, Cheer the blast stricken'd ear, And all Nature seems bringing u0r tlcD OHerlngS near. Then we think, as we see Spring each glory restore. That the earth in its beauty, Never smiled so before. And as year after year, Brings its spring time and flowers, Ev'ry May seems more dear, With its bright sunny hours. How refreshed Nature seems! And how beautiful too, When Aurora's bright beams Render sparkling the dew! When her slehp, of night And its silence, have vanished; And the glories ot light, Its dark shadows have banished. When the spirits, which keep Their soft watch round the bed, Where in silence we sleep, With their visions have fled As the spirit returns

 From its fanciful flight; o how brilliantly burns The souls heavenly light! What emotions excite!

 And what thoughts then hold sway! With what rapturous delight Do we Nature survey! Iris the spirits first glance, Bursting gladly away From its clay-forcing trance, On its Heaven born way. Even so shall it be

 In the long sleep of death, When the spirit shall flee From these low dusts of earth To its home in the sky

 Where are mansions prepared That the soul need not die, But, all anguish be spared. As the first ray of light,

 From eternty's throne, Meets the souls raptured sight, Far out-shining the sun; SiEAusS emotions shall thrill Through that Heav'n-ushered soul; And strange thoughts, shall it fill. Which it cannot control. w. Williams College, June 3d, 1643