Sing, merry voices, the marriage of royalty; Ring, merry bells, Full peals for the Wedding Day! Re-echo them far away! Ring, merry bells, for the marriage of royalty; YOU CANNOT UNLESS YOU TRY. From ocean, or earth, or sky; You cannot have pearls from ocean old; The vernal breath of the gentle South Yet cannot you fix the blessing where As newly-fledged bird in lowly nest, So cannot you meet the morning clear- The voice of Seraph may sweetly say, "O come to the joy of supernal day— To pleasures that will not die;" But how can you up to the glory rise That can but be seen by immortal eyes? How leave the earth and ascend the skies? You cannot-unless you try. A HARVEST SONG. O How royal are the rays Of the reapers' merry morn; Fills her horn. est, rest O how horrible where war Lasheth human blood to foam! When the words in music run- Happy England!-where the rays Filled her horn. APRIL. APRIL! who may comprehend thee, With thy smiles and tears? Those like mirthful hopes attend thee, These like mournful fears: In the glory of thy gladness, Wondrous clouds with silver lining, Glide thy sky along; Shade and shining oft combining, Blend with sigh and song. Clouds, ye may not long remain now See! for sun is given! Hark! the bird above the rainbow, Warbles, "Light in heaven!" Who, a child of beauty seeing, Lighting up its charms; Tho' 'tis as no tear to wipe off, Yet there 's glowing hope about thee, Like a halo fair: And, not vainly, joy has sought thee, In the sunny air: Tho' among thy sighs and sadness, Beauty's head is bow'd; Yet thou comest out in gladness, After shower and cloud. THE SPIRIT OF THE SPRING. FAIR spirit of the Spring-all hail! Unfolder of the flowers! Revealing a triumphal tale! It cometh and the soul is stirr'd,— Again it cometh, sweetly mild, Cometh like one long time away; The calmly silent, silver cloud, Seems a charm'd list'ning thing; While the lark giveth out aloud, High welcome to the Spring! |