. Miami woods, A golden wedding, and other poems . g-departed hour, Whose course, though shrouded now in night, Was traced in lines of golden light! I know not if, when years have castTheir shadows on lifes early dreams, T is wise to touch the Hope thats past,And re-illume its fading beams: But, though the future hath its star, That olden Hope is dearer far. Of all the present, much is bright; And in the coining years, I seeA brilliant and a cheering light, Which bums before me constantly,—Guiding my steps, through haze and gloom,To where Fames turrets proudly loom. Spring Verses. 211 Yet cold
. Miami woods, A golden wedding, and other poems . g-departed hour, Whose course, though shrouded now in night, Was traced in lines of golden light! I know not if, when years have castTheir shadows on lifes early dreams, T is wise to touch the Hope thats past,And re-illume its fading beams: But, though the future hath its star, That olden Hope is dearer far. Of all the present, much is bright; And in the coining years, I seeA brilliant and a cheering light, Which bums before me constantly,—Guiding my steps, through haze and gloom,To where Fames turrets proudly loom. Spring Verses. 211 Yet coldly shines it on my brow ; And in my breast it wakes to lifeNone of the holy feelings now, With which my boyhoods heart was rife:It can not touch that secret springWhich erst made life so blessd a thing. Give me—then give me birds and flowrs,Which are the voice and breath of Spring For those the songs of lifes young hoursWith thrilling touch recall and sing,— And these, with their sweet breath, impart Old tales, whose memory warms the 212 Miscellaneous. STo un JEtivlv Sprfns jFIotoer. First of the fruitful Springtime! welcome thou,Beautiful pioneer of the Floral World !As the bright, high-sould oues of human kind,Go forth into the boundless wildernessFearless and first; and on the trackless deep,Adventurous, dare the surge which neer beforeHas curld and crested to the streaming flag ;The while unmindful 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
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