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The Ayrshire Wreath, a Collection of Prose and Verse Relating to Ayrshire [ed. by R. Crawford].
The Ayrshire Wreath a Collection of Prose and Verse Relating to Ayrshire - ed. by R. Crawford Author:Robert Crawford General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1855 Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million book... more »s for free. Excerpt: SPRING. BY H. BROWN. The voices of Spring are come again, And music is ringing o'er hill and glen; Nature hath doffed her weeds of wo, To dance to the music's ceaseless flow; The wintry gloom of her clouded brow Is changed for the smile of gladness now, And a thousand pleasant things have birth, As she glides along o'er the joyous earth; With a look of holy love she flings, O'er the human heart, the bliss she brings; With the breeze of health for the sickly one, -- With mirth for the gladsome boy, -- For the snows of age a brighter sun, -- Smiles where the tears of sorrow run, -- But what for the poet's joy? He strays alone in the sunny hours, Mid the budding leaves and opening flowers, That blush with beauty they half conceal, Which the summer sun will yet reveal. From the chambers of earth come gently forth, Yet shrink from the dark and stormy north, That sweeps along with its fitful breath, To kiss them with icy lips of death. The last faint effort of winter's reign, Then turns to his hall of storms again; The snowdrop, the morning star of spring, Is paled in the brightening dawn; The violet, daisy, and primrose bring Gems for the vernal crown, and fling Their beauty o'er cliff and lawn. Hi. Hark! to the music in heaven above, Where the lark carols high his song of love, In thrilling tones that are sweeter far Than the softest tones of the light guitar. From the joyous depths of the woodland shade, The concert of music sweeps down the glade, -- The hum of the homeward-laden bee, -- The gush of the stream and breeze-shaken tree. While the...« less