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Article THE WORK OF NATURE IN THE MONTHS. ← Page 2 of 7 →
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The Work Of Nature In The Months.
What a note of sadness even in this gladsome time ? Yes ! and always Yes ! for so long as man has been and shall he mortal , so long is he—as the same poet tells us" made to mourn 1 " Shall , then , Ave not rejoice to-day because of the morrow ' s possible gloom ? Yes , indeed ! for what says another of our favourites ?— _
" The sun is bright—the air is clear , The darting swallows soar and sing , And from the stately elms I hear The blue-bird prophesying Spring . " So blue yon winding river flows , It seems an outlet from the sky , Where waiting till the west wind blows ,
The freighted clouds at anchor lie . " All things are new;—the buds , the leaves , That gild the elm-tree ' s nodding crest , Aud even the nest beneath the eaves;—There are no birds in last year ' s nest ! '' All things rejoice in youth and love , The fulness of their first delight ! And learn from the soft heavens above The melting tenderness of night .
" Maiden , that read'st this simple rhyme , Enjoy thy youth—it will not stay : Enjoy the fragrance of thy prime , For oh ! it is not always May ! " Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth , To some good angel leave the rest ; For time will teach thee soon the truth
, There are no birds in last years' nest !" Good advice , that , to make the best of the present ; but yet we must beware , lest in the enjoyment of the present we fail to remember the future—not the future of gloomy presentiment , though , but the future of a bright , and happy hope : —
" Earth ' s children cleave to Earth—her frail Decaying children dread decay . Yon wreath of mist that leaves the vale , And lessens in the morning ray , Look , how , by mountain rivulet , It lingers as it upward creeps , And clings to fern and copsewood set Along the green and dewy steeps :
Clings to the fragrant kalmia , clings To precipices fringed with grass , Dark maples where the wood-thrush sintjs , And bowers of fragrant sassafras . Yet all in vain—it passes still From hold to hold , it cannot stay , And in the very beams that fill
The world with glory , wastes away , Till , parting from the mountain ' s brow , It vanishes from human eye , And that which sprung of earth is now A portion of the glorious sky . " Glad ending to a gloomy thought—- ' So soon passeth it away and we «« gone I"
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The Work Of Nature In The Months.
What a note of sadness even in this gladsome time ? Yes ! and always Yes ! for so long as man has been and shall he mortal , so long is he—as the same poet tells us" made to mourn 1 " Shall , then , Ave not rejoice to-day because of the morrow ' s possible gloom ? Yes , indeed ! for what says another of our favourites ?— _
" The sun is bright—the air is clear , The darting swallows soar and sing , And from the stately elms I hear The blue-bird prophesying Spring . " So blue yon winding river flows , It seems an outlet from the sky , Where waiting till the west wind blows ,
The freighted clouds at anchor lie . " All things are new;—the buds , the leaves , That gild the elm-tree ' s nodding crest , Aud even the nest beneath the eaves;—There are no birds in last year ' s nest ! '' All things rejoice in youth and love , The fulness of their first delight ! And learn from the soft heavens above The melting tenderness of night .
" Maiden , that read'st this simple rhyme , Enjoy thy youth—it will not stay : Enjoy the fragrance of thy prime , For oh ! it is not always May ! " Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth , To some good angel leave the rest ; For time will teach thee soon the truth
, There are no birds in last years' nest !" Good advice , that , to make the best of the present ; but yet we must beware , lest in the enjoyment of the present we fail to remember the future—not the future of gloomy presentiment , though , but the future of a bright , and happy hope : —
" Earth ' s children cleave to Earth—her frail Decaying children dread decay . Yon wreath of mist that leaves the vale , And lessens in the morning ray , Look , how , by mountain rivulet , It lingers as it upward creeps , And clings to fern and copsewood set Along the green and dewy steeps :
Clings to the fragrant kalmia , clings To precipices fringed with grass , Dark maples where the wood-thrush sintjs , And bowers of fragrant sassafras . Yet all in vain—it passes still From hold to hold , it cannot stay , And in the very beams that fill
The world with glory , wastes away , Till , parting from the mountain ' s brow , It vanishes from human eye , And that which sprung of earth is now A portion of the glorious sky . " Glad ending to a gloomy thought—- ' So soon passeth it away and we «« gone I"