Thomas Cole's poetry the collected poems of America's foremost painter of the Hudson River School reflecting his feelings for nature and the romantic spirit of the Nineteenth Century |
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To Spring |
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To Spring
Not on dove-like pinionsTo thy wide dominions
Spring thou doest come
But on the tempest's wing
Driving the Hoary Ring
An exile in Antartic wastes to roam.
Like Freedom when she shouteth
“Tyrants shall fall”
And her banner flouteth
O'er the crushed dungeon-wall,
And her foot trampleth on the Crowned wrong
Fierce art thou Spring and wonderfully strong.
But the dreadful battle o'er
And winter struggleth no more,
And the Captive Lakes are free
And the flowerets on the lea;
And the birds are praising thee
Gentle as Freedom when
Peace is restored to men,
And Love with wide extended hands
Does sit the ruler of the lands.
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