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292 FOREST MELODIES.
Come, beautiful spring! 0, dawn in thy bright≠ness! Unrivet the chain that has bound the sweet rill; And bid it rush onward, and sing in its lightness, And the woods and the vales with its narmony fill.
Come, beautiful spring! and thy songsters awaken, "Whose free gushing strain so entrances the ear;
Reanimate nature so lone and forsakenó 0 ! come in thy brightness the spirit to cheer.
Come, beautiful spring! with thy garland of roses, To hang in their freshness around the cold urn, Where the form of the loved one in darkness re≠posesó
O, beautiful spring! in thy sweetness return! mm.
MY SLEEPING BABE.
My sleeping babe, an angel's wing
Above thy form is spread, A sweetness round thy face to fling,
A blessing on thy head.
A tear is on thy lily cheek,
From the fringed eyelid press'dó'.
A sorrow, which thou couldst not speak, Has yielded now to rest.