By S. Moore
When smiling spring with noiseless tread,
Her gem-bespangled carpet spread,
We sought the fields with eager feet,
The green-robed goddess there to meet.
Then summer came with warmer glow,
More life and vigor to bestow,
And flowers blushed a richer bloom,
And filled the air with sweet perfume.
The trees put on their gayest dress,
And smiled in all their loveliness,
While blooming Flora widely spread
Her gems o’er mountain, vale and mead.
The sweet delicious fruits matured,
And we the precious gifts secured,
And vegetation grew and thrived,
While hope was strengthened and revived.
Then autumn with her golden treasures,
Came to increase our earthly pleasures,
And fill our basket and our store
Until we ceased to ask for more.
With these enriching blessings blest,
Then let us take our needed rest,
And in our homes that peace enjoy,
Which stormy winters can’t destroy.
Oft in this hyperborean clime
Too many have a dreary time,
For scanty means insure distress,
And suffering want brings weariness.
O! ye who in your busy strife
Secured the luxuries of life,
Don’t steel your hearts, nor shut your door
Against the suffering, needy poor.
It makes our cup of joy o’erflow
To ease a fellow mortal’s woe;
It thrills our hearts with sweet delight
To know and feel we acted right.
Thus shall our winter joys increase,
Our homes and hearts be filled with peace,
While round the festive board we meet
And feast on bliss, divinely sweet.
If some loved book my thoughts engage,
Then let the howling tempests rage,
They cannot chill, nor bid depart
The joy that glows within my heart.
And should the muse my heart control,
And raise the ardor of my soul,
I’ll sing of Zion’s grand advance–
Of virtue, peace and temperance.