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THE AWAKENING. 309
Nature awakens: with the soft spring air, New life is starting forth everywhere ! Yon winding streamlet, mute so long, ' Breaks forth again in a free wild song ; Down on its margin the moss crest is bright, As it peers again from its wintry night.
The bird is out on its joyous wing, Catching the pure inspiration of spring ; And the murm'ring bee has commenced its flight, Its patient " search amid all things bright;" On every breeze new harmony floats, The air is alive with gladsome notes.
Shall nature inanimate waken again,
New life and beauty spread over the plain ?
Shall all around us be vocal with song,
All eager the choral praise to prolong,
And the human heart, 'mid the wak'ning of sprmg,
Be the only dormant and tuneless thing ?
Shall the soul that boasts of such lofty powers, Such a limitless range through this world of ours; That can fly through the infinite halls of space, And number and measure -the worlds where it
straysó Shall a soul like this, 'mid the spring time's glee, Be weigh'd to the dust in despondency ? *