WINTER. (From the United Stales Gazette )

Daily Southern Cross, Volume I, Issue 26, 14 October 1843, Page 4

WINTER. (From the United Stales Gazette )

The spirit of tempest and storm Comes bleak from his home in the North, The snow wreaths be shakes from his form As he hurries his chariot forth. Crashing loud on the hurrican's voice We hear him approach from afar, While his mantle of flittering ice Rattles over the wheels of his car. He tarries nor stops in his speed. While he throws off his beautiful gemsThere is nothing his spell can impede, When the current of nature he stems. Yet blessings are veiled in each tear That hangs on his cold frozen cheeks ; His presence makes up the full year, And Spring e'er his glory bespeaks. For sure as his mantle of snow Lays broad over valley and plain, So sure will the glad Farmer know That gold swells his garner of grain. Yes, Winter ! though frigid thou art, Enveloped in storm and in gloom, Prolific and kind is thy part, To adorn holy nature in bloom. And moral instruction we find In thy picture of seeming decayi To improve the intellectual mind, That life must in time pass away. The Spring of our childhood is o'er, Our Summer and Autumn have fled, The dreams of our youth are no more, And Winter appears in their stead. But sweet is the heavenly thought When the harvest nome trumpet shall sound, That we lived but to die as we ought, And among the triumphant are found. American Harp.