Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: SPRING. Welcome, thou genial Spring again, While Notus gently blows, And the meridian rays sustain, The murm'riug brook that flows. Welcome, ye transitory birds, We've waited (or you long, We've miss'd you 'mong the hardier herds, WeVe miss'd your tuneful song. Welcome, ye pleasant showers of rain In lieu of hail mid snow, To wash away each blot and stain From smiling Nature's brow. No longer let the ploughman stay Before the blazing fire, No longer on the lute to play, Or on the peaceful lyre. The flocks no longer huddle round The stall they used to fill, But grazing on the meadow ground, Or on the distant hill. All Nature seems so blithe and gay With nothing to annoy, That one would almost think or any, This world is one of joy. .Then let our countless praises rise To Father of us all, Who dwells above the azure skies And blesseth great and small. Then let us live and learn to love The God of Nature more, To whom we hope to go above, As taught in sacred lore. ICELAND. There is a little rocky isle Away'n the frozen zone, Amid cold Arctic waves, she stands In solitude alone. Her mountains, ever clad with snow, In majesty arise Toward the sailor's guiding star, Implanted in the skies. Beneath these lofty monuments Eternal blazes glow; And from their summits bound in ice, Oft boiling liquids flow. Among these mountains drear and cold A happy people dwell; Since ev'ry nation on the globe In virtue they excel. They have no silver bright, nor gold To tempt the robber's eyes; The tyrant sees no treasure there, To make a worthy prize. The Icelanders contented live, As taught in Holy Word And for each blessing they receive, AH thanks they give to God. Eac...
