Years, years fleeted over I stood at her foot: The bud had grown blossom, The blossom was fruit. A dignified mother, Her infant she bore; And looked, I thought, fairer Than ever before. I saw her once more 'Twas the day that she died: Heaven's light was around her, And God at her side; THE APPROACH OF SPRING. O! SPRING-TIME now will soon be here— The sweetest time of all the year; When fields are green, and skies are blue, And the world grows beautiful anew. The storms and clouds shall pass from high; And the sun walk lordly up the sky, And look down love and joy again On herb, and beast, and living men. Then the laughing flowers on plant and tree Shall bud and blossom pleasantly; And spirits through the buxom air Drop health and gladness every where: The birds shall build their nests, and wake And the young west-wind on joyous feet Go wooing along from sweet to sweet. Then lives lithe Hope, live Love and Mirth ; Then God in beauty walks the earth: The heart is in tune, and the life-blood plays, And the soul breaks out in songs of praise. O! spring-time now will soon be here, When green leaves burst, and flow'rets spring, 'Twas then I ventured first to twine My Annie's trembling arm in mine; And trod-with her I cared not where Through vocal fields and scented air. O days of sunshine, song, and flowers! There was one bank we loved to climb, Came musical; and there we stood, That slept beneath us heaving mild, Or turned where on the orchard trees Young Spring sat swinging in the breeze, Unfolding buds, and tending flowers, For Summer's future fruits and bowers. |