The Republican Compiler
Wednesday, May 20, 1829 Gettysburg, Pennsylvania

SPRING

(From One of the Annuals) 

Spring, where are you tarrying now.
Why are you so long unfelt?
Winter went a mouth ago,
When the snow began to melt.

I am coming, little maiden,
With the pleasant sunshine laden;
With the honey for the bee,
With the blossom, for the tree,
With the flower and with the leaf;
‘Till I come the time is brief.

I am coming, I am coming!
Hark! the little bee is humming;
See, the lark is soaring high
In the bright and sunny sky;
And the gnats are on the wing--
Little maiden—now is spring!

See, the yellow catkins cover
All the slender willows over;
And on mossy banks so green
Starlike primroses are seen;
And their clustering leaves below
White and purple violets blow.

Hark' the little lambs are bleating;
And the cawing rooks are meeting
In the elms, a noisy crowd;
And all the birds are singing loud;
And the first white butterfly
In the sun goes flitting by.

Little maiden, look around thee!
Green and flowery fields surround thee,
Every little stream is bright;
All the orchard trees are white;
And each small and waving shoot
Has for thee sweet flower of fruit.

Turn thy eyes to earth and heaven!
God for thee the spring has given;
Taught the birds their melodies;
Cloth'd the earth and cleared the skies:
For thy pleasure or thy food—
Four thy soul in gratitude;
So may’st thou ‘midst blessings dwell,
Little maiden, fare thee well!

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