Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Winter Makes Spring
Winter Makes Spring.
Mantled in storms;—attended by the roar
Of whirling winds, and flight of showery snows,
Dread Winter comes, and all around him throws
Wide desolation. From his northern store
Tempests of hail, and dark-robed thunders pour.
The gurgling rivulet no longer flows
When he with icy breath upon it blows:
The naked trees and shrubs look gay no more.
Shall Winter rage for ever? No! the sound
Of his rude car shall rouse the slumbering Spring;
Beneath the kindling sun, the verdant ground
Shall bloom again; the groves with music ring.
Child of distress!—when life's black storms are fled,
The rays of heavenly Spring shall crown thy head.
Of whirling winds, and flight of showery snows,
Dread Winter comes, and all around him throws
Wide desolation. From his northern store
Tempests of hail, and dark-robed thunders pour.
The gurgling rivulet no longer flows
When he with icy breath upon it blows:
The naked trees and shrubs look gay no more.
Shall Winter rage for ever? No! the sound
Of his rude car shall rouse the slumbering Spring;
Beneath the kindling sun, the verdant ground
Shall bloom again; the groves with music ring.
Child of distress!—when life's black storms are fled,
The rays of heavenly Spring shall crown thy head.