. Miami woods, A golden wedding, and other poems . dful of their toils severe,And perils that encompass them : So thou,Herald of after-coming multitudes,Darest the chill and blighting storms of March,And spreadst thy cheerful petals to the eye,Regardless of the cloud that, stooping low,Frowns darkly on thee, and with muttered threatSpreads its thick folds between thee and the sun. To me, dear art thou, herald flower! No rich,And gaudy coloring, hast thou : thy leavesHave not the rainbow-brightness, nor the deepAnd dazzling hue of those which throng the earthIn summer, to the hot and burning su
. Miami woods, A golden wedding, and other poems . dful of their toils severe,And perils that encompass them : So thou,Herald of after-coming multitudes,Darest the chill and blighting storms of March,And spreadst thy cheerful petals to the eye,Regardless of the cloud that, stooping low,Frowns darkly on thee, and with muttered threatSpreads its thick folds between thee and the sun. To me, dear art thou, herald flower! No rich,And gaudy coloring, hast thou : thy leavesHave not the rainbow-brightness, nor the deepAnd dazzling hue of those which throng the earthIn summer, to the hot and burning sun To an Early Spring Floiver. 213 Opening their bosoms: But thou hast a tint Mure delicate by far; and to the eye Pleased with the simply beautiful, thou art More grateful than the gaudily attired. Een as the beautiful of human-kind, Who live not in the blaze of Fashions sun, Nor waste their early years at Follys shrine, —Where Natures glorious handiwork is warpd— Are by the good of earth respected most, And pleasantest to the All-seeing 214 Miscellaneous. 39airtelfon& My heart leaps like a childs, when firstI see them on their lowly stem, As from still wintry fields they burst,Bright as the blue skies over them, Sprinkling with gold the meadowy green, Where Springs approach is earliest seen. They come in changeful April days,These children of the cloud and sun, When light with shadow softly plays,As both along the ridges run, Wooing the bee from out his cell, With tales of flowery slopes they tell. Bright horologe of seasons—theyProclaim the floral calends here, Revealing when in woods away Spring flowers and singing birds appear, Through open aisle and mazy bout To lure the feet of childhood out. Dandelions. 215 I love them that so soon they springWhere slopes the meadow to the brook; I love them that to earth they bringSo cheerful and so warm a look; And that again they give to me The playmates of my infancy. O! days of love, and trust, and truth; (The morning sk
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