~~t ~ Jan in jlptDg.
l now a lane thick eet wit~ golden broom,
Where the pl'le primroae and tall orohia bloom ;
..And azure violetA, lowly droopiug, ahed
Delicious perfume round their m081y bed;
And all the first-born bloaaoma of t.he year
Th$.~ •t>ring unoultured, bud and blOU'Om here.
Oh I 't•a a lovely spot I high overhead
Gigantic oa'b their lofts brancbea 11pread;
The gloeay ivy, the rich eglantine,
The rambling briooy, and sweet woodbine,
Fling their fantastic wreathe from apn.y to spr4y,
And ahower their treasures in the lAp of MAy.
Here the blithe blackbird trilla hie ml\tiu song
Till woodlAnd dells his bugl&-notea prolong;
Aud the gay linnet and the airy thrush.
Reepenllive whistle from the hawthorn bush;
Near, though unseen, the lonely cuckoo float.,
A..nd wakes the molll with hie complaining notea ;
Here tbe ah1 pa-rtridge leads her. yellow brood 1
And the maJestic phe&BI\nt from the wood
No longer dreads tbe cruel fowler's gun,
B·ut eporta bill g orgt:oua pluliiAge in the aun.
'Tia pa•ing sweet to rove t hese woodlAnfl bowen~,
When the young aun baa abe,\ on leaves and flowers
A tender glory, and the be.lmy thorn
Spreads bts white banner to the breath of morn-
Sporting a coronal of living ligh~
Strung from the dewdrops of the weeping night.
'Tia aweet to trace the footatep• of the spring
O'er the greeu earth-to see ber lightly Bing
Her tlowery wreathe on N ature'a breathing shrine,
And round the hoary woods her garlands twiue ;
To hear her voice in every pl\88ing breese
That atira the new-born follage on the trees.
'Tie sweet to hear the songs of birda arise. At early dawn-to gaze on cloudless akie&-
To scatter round you, u you lightly paaa,
A ahow81' of diamonds from each blAde of grau ;
And while your footatepa Pfe• the de~ tod,
"To look through blature up to Nature • God.''
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