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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XX, No. 5, May 1842

SPRING’S ADVENT.

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BY PARK BENJAMIN.

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From Winter into Spring the Year has passed

As calm and noiseless as the snow and dew⁠—

The pearls and diamonds which adorn his robes⁠—

Melt in the morning, when the solar beam

Touches the foliage like a glittering wand.

Blue is the sky above, the wave below;

Slow through the ether glide transparent clouds

Just wafted by the breeze, as on the sea

White sails are borne in graceful ease along.

Lifting its green spears through the hardened ground

The grass is seen; though yet no verdant shields,

United over head in one bright roof,⁠—

Like that which rose above the serried ranks

Of Roman legions in the battle plain⁠—

Defend it from assailing sun and shower.

In guarded spots alone young buds expand,

Nor yet on slopes along the Southward sides

Of gentle mountains have the flowers unveiled

Their maiden blushes to the eyes of Day.

It is the season when Fruition fails

To smile on Hope, who, lover-like, attends

Long-promised joys and distant, dear delights.

It is the season when the heart awakes

As from deep slumber, and, alive to all

The soft, sweet feelings that from lovely forms

Like odors float, receives them to itself

And fondly garners with a miser’s care,

Lest in the busy intercourse of life,

They, like untended roses, should retain

No fragrant freshness and no dewy bloom.

To me the coming of the Spring is dear

As to the sailor the first wind from land

When, after some long voyage, he descries

The far, faint outline of his native coast.

Rocked by the wave, when grandly rose the gale,

He thought how peaceful was the calm on shore.

Rocked by the wave, when died the gale away,

He dreamed of quiet he should find at home.

So, when I heard the Wintry storm abroad,

So, when upon my window beat the rain,

Or when I felt the piercing, arrowy frost,

Or, looking forth, beheld the frequent snow,

Falling as mutely as the steps of Time,

I longed for thy glad advent, and resigned

My spirit to the gloom that Nature wore,

In contemplation of the laughing hours

That follow in thy train, delicious Spring!

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