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AN AMERICAN FOREST SPRING.
BY A. B. STREET.
Now fluttering breeze—now stormy blast,
Mild rain, then blustering snow— Winter's stern fettering cold is passed,
But, sweet Spring! where art thou %
Bathes the still frozen earth,
And seek the blazing hearth.
Hark, that sweet carol! with delight
We leave the stifling room;
Spring, glorious Spring has come!
Are leaping off in showers, And Nature, in her brightening looks, Tells that her flowers, and leaves, and brooks,
And birds, will soon be ours.
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A few soft sunny days have shone,
The air has lost its chill,
Upon the southern hill.
There swells a mossy mound,
And buds are bursting round.
Where its long rings uncurls the fern,
The violet, nestling low,
Its purple streaks to show:
The courier of the band
Upon its slender wand.
A sudden roar—a shade is cast—
We look up with a start.
O'erhead the pigeons dart;
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They wheel in distant flight.
Within its clefts, from sight
Amid the creeping vine, which spreads
Its thick and verdant wreath,
Its rich delicious breath.
The robin's mottled breast
To frame its summer nest.
Warmer is each successive sky,
More soft the breezes pass,
Upon the thick green grass.
Cowslips are round the rill,
And swamps have voices shrill.
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A simultaneous burst of leaves
Has clothed the forest now,
This vivid gorgeous show.
Night brings its soft sweet moon,
Melts blooming into June!
'T is a wild spot and hath a gloomy look;
The bird sings never merrily in the trees,
And the young leaves seem blighted. A rank growth
Spreads poisonously round, with power to taint,
With blistering dews, the thoughtless hand that dares
To penetrate the covert. Cypresses
Crowd on the dank, wet earth; and, stretched at length
The cayman—a fit dweller in such home —
Slumbers, half-buried in the sedgy grass,
Beside the green ooze where he shelters him.
A whooping crane erects his skeleton form,
And shrieks in flight. Two summer-ducks aroused
To apprehension, as they hear his cry,
Dash up from the lagoon, with marvellous haste,
Following his guidance. Meetly taught by these,
And startled at our rapid, near approach,
The steel-jawed monster, from his grassy bed,
Crawls slowly to his slimy, green abode,
Which straight receives him. You behold him now,