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From the earth's loosened mould
The sapling draws its sustenance, and thrives; Though stricken to the heart with winter's
The drooping tree revives.
The softly-warbled song
Comes from the pleasant woods, and colored wings
Glance quick in the bright sun, that moves
The forest openings.
When the bright sunset fills
The silver woods with light, the green slope
Its shadows in the hollows of the hills,
And wide the upland glows.
And, when the eve is born,
In the blue lake the sky, o'erreaching far,
And twinkles many a star.
Inverted in the tide,
Stand the gray rocks, and trembling shadows
And the fair trees look over, side by side,
And see themselves below.
Sweet April!-many a thought
Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed;
Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought,
Life's golden fruit is shed.
WITH What a glory comes and goes the year!
Comes down upon the autumn sun, and with
pomp and pageant fill the splendid scene.
There is a beautiful spirit breathing now
And, from a beaker full of richest dyes,
A winter bird, comes with its plaintive whistle,
Sounds from the threshing-floor the busy flail.
O what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent! For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves, Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings.
He shall so hear the solemn hymn that Death Has lifted up for all, that he shall go
To his long resting-place without a tear.