While ducks and geese, with happy joys, The sun peeps through the window-pane, To tell each other Spring is nigh. Their spring-time huts of sticks or straw. And oft in pleasure's dream they hie For leaves that come with budding spring, The mavis thrush, with wild delight, Fragments of young Hope's poesy; Clare. THE AWAKENING YEAR. HE blue-birds and the violets Are with us once again, The clouds along the mountain-tops The snow-drifts, which have lain so long, Like guilty ghosts have slipp'd away, The streams are fed with generous rain, Through all the long wet nights they brawl, By mountain-homes remote, Till woodmen in their sleep behold Their ample rafts afloat. The lazy wheel that hung so dry Whirls wildly in the misty dark, And through the miller's dream. Loud torrent unto torrent calls, Till at the mountain's feet, Flashing afar their spectral light, The noisy waters meet. They meet, and through the lowlands sweep, Toward briny bay and lake, Proclaiming to the distant towns "The country is awake!" SONG. UP, up! let us greet The season so sweet, For winter is gone, And little birds singing, And bright is the sun! In a snowy vest; And flowers are seen On beds of green. Around, above, Sweet music floats; 28 Reed. |