THE VOICE OF SPRING. 



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Or are your brilliant glowing sphere.", 

 The homes of lovad ones gone before ; 

 Where we shall meet when Ihislife's 



tears, 

 Are lost upon tbat radiant shore. 



And as we turn from earth's greea 



sod, 

 To pause aud wonder what you arj, 

 Revolving round the throne of (Ind, 

 We see him in each shining star. 



And when this life's grand histories, 

 Before assembled world's are read. 

 We then shall know your mysteries, 

 And why your countless lights were 

 shed. 



And we the denizens of earth. 

 Shall fairer shine when you are gone. 

 And we the stars of lasting earth, 

 Shall put new life and glory on. 



And as your brilliant grandeur 



waves. 

 Changeless, immortal we shall live. 

 And praise God's handiwork in 



strains. 

 That fading worlds can never give. 



Le.4H. 



Booth Town, 



March 12th, 1867. 



^kt Wm of ^\m\q 



I come, I cotnc with my wings out- 

 spread, 



To IcU that the winter blasts are fled, 



To wake up the buds, thj grass and 

 flowers. 



That long have slept in the woodland 

 bowers ; 



To call forth the hyacinths gentle 

 form, 



That's long been hid, when the pier- 

 cing storm 

 '. Howled swiftly by with its icy breath, 



Shrouding the land in arciystal wreath . 



1 come, I come with my magic wand, 

 To throw fresh gems o'er this sterile 



land, 

 To call forth a thousand lovely sweets 



That's long bceu lost in these lone 



retreats ; 

 '.Vhere tlie silvery streamlvt, rich and 



fair, 

 Toddles along, and its music rare ; 

 Awakens a rich and gladsome sound, 

 From those woodland glens that 



scatter 'd round. 



I come, I come and the leaftless trees 

 Put forth their buds, and a gentle 



breeze, 

 Sweeps o'er the world with a noiseless 



tread, 

 Touching its form, and its deep cold 



bed 

 Yields up its mead of lovely flowera. 



