Spring
A SONNET .
How bountiful is Nature! how replete
With quiet good, magnificence, and power!
Again the welcome winds of Spring blow sweet,
Rich with the odorous life of bud and flower:
Blest sunshine clothes the land, — the genial shower
Gives lavish largess to the quickening ground;
There's music 'mid the clouds, and every bower
Is resonant again with joyous sound!
Man only is discordant: he with pride
Laughs at her laws, and learns to disobey, —
Flings Love — Peace — Order — Rectitude aside,
And fills the world with clangour and dismay;
Yet she rebukes him with a tranquil face, —
Sustains him with her gifts, and soothes him with her grace.
How bountiful is Nature! how replete
With quiet good, magnificence, and power!
Again the welcome winds of Spring blow sweet,
Rich with the odorous life of bud and flower:
Blest sunshine clothes the land, — the genial shower
Gives lavish largess to the quickening ground;
There's music 'mid the clouds, and every bower
Is resonant again with joyous sound!
Man only is discordant: he with pride
Laughs at her laws, and learns to disobey, —
Flings Love — Peace — Order — Rectitude aside,
And fills the world with clangour and dismay;
Yet she rebukes him with a tranquil face, —
Sustains him with her gifts, and soothes him with her grace.
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