Ode to Spring

By Miss Eliza R. Snow

Joyous spring! with Joy I greet thee- With unnumber'd speeches ringing-

In thy smiles, I smile to meet thee, There the sportive tribes are singing

Now stern winter's frown is gone; Tender sonnets to their loves.

Nature welcomes thy retiring-

Laying off her garb of mourning, There the city's heart rejoices-

Puts her bridal tresses on. Business with her thousand voices,

With improvement steps apace:

Insects round my feet are humming- Architecture is unfolding,

Music on each gale is coming Specimens of richest moulding,

With a soft, melodious sound: Rising up with lofty grace.

Beauty wakens from its slumbers,

And in countless, flowing numbers Welcome spring! estranged from sadness-

Pleasure's streams are eddying round. Paragon of nature's gladness!

Welcome to a heart like mine:

Mingled flowrets gaily blooming, Other seasons have their pleasures-

With the twilight breeze perfuming, Autumn has its dropping treasures [treasures]-

Glade and glen: the woodland grow; Hope's fair prospect, spring is thine.