Original Poetry.

Thames Star, Volume X, Issue 3377, 18 October 1879, Page 1

Original Poetry.

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Spring! with thy sweet melodious sound Of feathered Bongsters in each glade, Whose warbling notes bo blithe around, Singing a tender Father's praiso. Now call on all with heart and voicd To join their chorus and rejoice. Spring ! with thy small unfolding leaves, Thy violet sweet, and snow-drop fair; WMok fi^nn'd by gontlo zephyr's breeze NOW Waft their fragrance thro* the air % Thongh rot ltfeft those Which bloom abott, Tot tell they of a Father's love. j Spring t with thy lovoly azure sky, I So calm, go clondlo3s, and co clear; We -would not think »>*t4rra-*as lugu, But thus it is with all things here: " To warn 113 not to place onr heart On that from which wo soon moat part. Spring J with thy voice of comfort sweefc • Which speaks of sunny banks and dells, Whero fairest fltnv'rots 'neath onr feet, In innocence and beauty dwell; An emblem pnro of perfect; bliss Not to be sought in worlds lite tine. Spring! dearest Carry, is a type Of what, some hearts this moment feel; Whilo all without is gay and blithe, Within's a void which none can fill; '<. And like the clouds in April sky, O'ercast the soul and dim tho eye. Yes! cousin mine; all things below, . . Like earthly flowers may cherished be ; But disappointing winds may blow, And cause onr fairest hopes to dfe— The pain of which no tongue can tell, r* - Which has not spoken the word " Farewell.'' M. B. Steangb, Thames.