Toward briny bay and lake,
Proclaiming to the distant towns
“The country is awake!”
T. B. Reed.
SPRING SCENE.
Winter is past; the heart of Nature warms
Beneath the wreck of unresisted storms;
Doubtful at first, suspected more than seen,
The southern slopes are fringed with tender green;
On sheltered banks, beneath the dripping eaves,