Arbutus . Spring. HE World Is still adrnusB and shows but signs^ Df waking from that sleep tn ?which she fell In autumns golden moons, Let still, sweat sounds. He first to greet her as the enchantment deep Uaes from her eyelids fall, Tls long she sleeps. Hut, with maternal love, she warded off The soft and slumbraus spell, till on her bosom All her loved cares •were to oblivion rocked; Then, mother-love, deep in her wondrous eyes. To lullaby of swaying boughs she bent, A sigh, a stir, a pulsing of the breast. That feels the reawakening stream of life, Tq call at those confines too long now kep


Arbutus . Spring. HE World Is still adrnusB and shows but signs^ Df waking from that sleep tn ?which she fell In autumns golden moons, Let still, sweat sounds. He first to greet her as the enchantment deep Uaes from her eyelids fall, Tls long she sleeps. Hut, with maternal love, she warded off The soft and slumbraus spell, till on her bosom All her loved cares •were to oblivion rocked; Then, mother-love, deep in her wondrous eyes. To lullaby of swaying boughs she bent, A sigh, a stir, a pulsing of the breast. That feels the reawakening stream of life, Tq call at those confines too long now kept. Awake! the glory of the spring is neanAwakeT dim chimes do to loud clamor rolliAwakeT all life is phmnix-like , awake, my soul, BESSIE HDRNBRDDK THRALL This story wasawarded afirst prize inthe ArbutusLiterary Con-test t


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