The Reliquary By Bernard and Lucy Barton. With A Prefatory Appeal for Poetry and Poets |
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INVOCATION TO SPRING. |
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INVOCATION TO SPRING.
Haste! O, haste! delightful Spring!
Glad birds thy approach shall sing;
Mounting larks, with matin lays
Shall ascend to hymn thy praise;
Countless warblers of the grove,
All shall tune their notes of love;
Haste! O, haste then! to set free
Harmonies which wait for thee.
Glad birds thy approach shall sing;
Mounting larks, with matin lays
Shall ascend to hymn thy praise;
Countless warblers of the grove,
All shall tune their notes of love;
Haste! O, haste then! to set free
Harmonies which wait for thee.
Haste! O, haste! delightful Spring!
Over earth thy mantle fling!
Flowers shall ope their blossoms sweet,
Thy reviving smile to greet;
Grass shall clothe the lowly mead,
Where the lambs shall sport and feed;
Leaves and blossoms on each bough
Shall unfold to wreath thy brow.
Over earth thy mantle fling!
Flowers shall ope their blossoms sweet,
Thy reviving smile to greet;
Grass shall clothe the lowly mead,
Where the lambs shall sport and feed;
Leaves and blossoms on each bough
Shall unfold to wreath thy brow.
Haste, O, haste! delightful Spring!
Winter's storms are on the wing;
Gentler breezes round us sigh,
Whispering hopes that thou art nigh;
Milder showers in silence fall;
—Come—O, come then at our call,—
Come and tinge our bright'ning skies
With thy rich and varied dyes.
Winter's storms are on the wing;
Gentler breezes round us sigh,
Whispering hopes that thou art nigh;
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—Come—O, come then at our call,—
Come and tinge our bright'ning skies
With thy rich and varied dyes.
Haste! O, haste! delightful Spring!
To the captive freedom bring;
Torpid insects, buried deep,
Wait thy voice to rouse from sleep;
Others, yet unborn, but stay
For thy warm, enlivening ray;
Haste! O, haste, the signal give,
At whose summons they shall live.
To the captive freedom bring;
Torpid insects, buried deep,
Wait thy voice to rouse from sleep;
Others, yet unborn, but stay
For thy warm, enlivening ray;
Haste! O, haste, the signal give,
At whose summons they shall live.
Haste! O, Haste! delightful Spring!
Fonder hopes unto thee cling,
Glowing feelings, thoughts refined,
Stirrings of th' immortal mind.
These, at thy reviving breath,
Waken as from wintry death;
And see, emblem'd in thy bloom,
Endless spring beyond the tomb!
Fonder hopes unto thee cling,
Glowing feelings, thoughts refined,
Stirrings of th' immortal mind.
These, at thy reviving breath,
Waken as from wintry death;
And see, emblem'd in thy bloom,
Endless spring beyond the tomb!
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