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A Chant Of Spring.
A CHANT OF SPRING .
BY . BHO . EHBA HOLMES AUTHOB , OP "AMABEL VATJCHIAS , " ETC . ( Written for the "Masonic Magazine . " ) 'Tis clear , and cold , and beautiful , a breezy , brave March day , As I saunter in the meadoAvs , and Avatcb the lambs at play ; Ah ! here in dear old England now , Avbere all around is peace , — Thank God that be has in our land , at least , made Avars to cease !
In shady copse the daffodil flaunts high its graceful head , The crocus and the snoAvdrop , too , peep out from mossy bed ; Ancl the green banks ivy-covered show Avealtb of golden gorse , And mimic cascades ripple o ' er the little watercourse . Tbe husbandman is ploughing in tbe fields not far away ,
Solemn rooks , going caAving by , will follow him to-day ; . And screaming sea-gulls , sailing o ' er , rejoice that winter ' s gone , Whilst meadow-lark , upsoaring high , carols his own bright song . The cuckoo-pint is putting forth its beauteous green leaf ; Tbe brilliant starred celandine suggests to tiny thief , — 'Tis SAveet to cull the wild flowers , the pallid primrose too , And modest drooping violet , heaven ' s cerulean hue .
The air is honey-scented , for the AA'incI has died away , And sunbeams strong strike on the gorse and charm the bees that way ; A solitary butterfly , tempted from winter ' s home , Flutters in the sunlight now , for it thinks tlie summer ' s come . The meek-eyed daisy and tbe speedwell , o ' er tbe fields besprent ,
Look gratefully towards heai'en , as if they Avere content To bask for ever in the sun , and smile the livelong day , Whilst happy children gambol near , and peacefully do play . Poised high in air , and steadfastly , the kestrel-hawk is seen , Looking with , piercing glance adown , for tbe shrew-mouse , I AA'een , Beady to dart with L ' ghtning speed upon his puny prey , Hedge-sparrow , or Avood-pigeon with its suit of silver grey .
And terror-struck , the fragile creatures seek the wooded brake , NOAV biding from their feathered foe , as with great fear they quake . And thoughtfully I wander home , as wondering I am When the fierce lion prophesied will lie down with the lamb . Forney , Corn / watt . Marclx , 1879 .
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A Chant Of Spring.
A CHANT OF SPRING .
BY . BHO . EHBA HOLMES AUTHOB , OP "AMABEL VATJCHIAS , " ETC . ( Written for the "Masonic Magazine . " ) 'Tis clear , and cold , and beautiful , a breezy , brave March day , As I saunter in the meadoAvs , and Avatcb the lambs at play ; Ah ! here in dear old England now , Avbere all around is peace , — Thank God that be has in our land , at least , made Avars to cease !
In shady copse the daffodil flaunts high its graceful head , The crocus and the snoAvdrop , too , peep out from mossy bed ; Ancl the green banks ivy-covered show Avealtb of golden gorse , And mimic cascades ripple o ' er the little watercourse . Tbe husbandman is ploughing in tbe fields not far away ,
Solemn rooks , going caAving by , will follow him to-day ; . And screaming sea-gulls , sailing o ' er , rejoice that winter ' s gone , Whilst meadow-lark , upsoaring high , carols his own bright song . The cuckoo-pint is putting forth its beauteous green leaf ; Tbe brilliant starred celandine suggests to tiny thief , — 'Tis SAveet to cull the wild flowers , the pallid primrose too , And modest drooping violet , heaven ' s cerulean hue .
The air is honey-scented , for the AA'incI has died away , And sunbeams strong strike on the gorse and charm the bees that way ; A solitary butterfly , tempted from winter ' s home , Flutters in the sunlight now , for it thinks tlie summer ' s come . The meek-eyed daisy and tbe speedwell , o ' er tbe fields besprent ,
Look gratefully towards heai'en , as if they Avere content To bask for ever in the sun , and smile the livelong day , Whilst happy children gambol near , and peacefully do play . Poised high in air , and steadfastly , the kestrel-hawk is seen , Looking with , piercing glance adown , for tbe shrew-mouse , I AA'een , Beady to dart with L ' ghtning speed upon his puny prey , Hedge-sparrow , or Avood-pigeon with its suit of silver grey .
And terror-struck , the fragile creatures seek the wooded brake , NOAV biding from their feathered foe , as with great fear they quake . And thoughtfully I wander home , as wondering I am When the fierce lion prophesied will lie down with the lamb . Forney , Corn / watt . Marclx , 1879 .