 | Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights |  |
SPRING.
“Tempus adest cantus avium;
Et vox turturis in terra nostra auditer.”
—Solomon's Songs.
Et vox turturis in terra nostra auditer.”
—Solomon's Songs.
Thy glorious smile, oh! Spring!
Is Earth's rejuvenation! every grove
And forest—every bird upon the wing—
The smiling Vales below—the Heavens above—
And every cloud that slumbers in the sky—
Even God himself—are glad that thou art nigh.
Is Earth's rejuvenation! every grove
And forest—every bird upon the wing—
The smiling Vales below—the Heavens above—
And every cloud that slumbers in the sky—
Even God himself—are glad that thou art nigh.
Thy genial influence
Pervades all things with life-imparting power!
Thou art the Season of the soul's deep sense
Of all that is most beautiful! Each flower,
By thee on Nature's page now written, is
A word by which the soul tells of its bliss.
Pervades all things with life-imparting power!
Thou art the Season of the soul's deep sense
Of all that is most beautiful! Each flower,
By thee on Nature's page now written, is
A word by which the soul tells of its bliss.
In the Woods, in Connecticut, April 1, 1841.
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