|Collection||Kate Strong Historical Library|
|Creator||Shepard Alonzo Mount|
|Dates of Creation||18??/??/??|
|Scope & Content||
The melancholy Spring is here;
With fragrant blossoms, bright and fair;
And singing birds, remote and near,
In thrilling music, charm the air.
To pleasing sounds now floating by,
New forms of harmony attend;
We feel the power of beauty nigh,
When hymns of grateful hearts ascend.
`Tis good to feel the soothing spell,
Which o'er the hills and valleys lay;
Where timely showers have left their smiles
Upon the cheeks of tearful May.
The tender green, that wins our sight
And makes us tread the meadow o'er;
The chasing shadows, dark and light,
Remind me of the long years before.
On reverse side
I wish I could enjoy it now,
The ever kind, returning Spring;
As when a boy, I gave the plough,
The furrows turned a joyful fling;
And wiped the sweat from off my brow
With cooling leaves the hedge supplied:
But why should I remember now
Those youthful scenes to me denied.
The sun is setting, and my steps
Are lessening in their numbers here;
And memory brings the mournful lay
Of love, and grief, and funeral year
These sources of dejected life
The hand of dusky death hath given;
May God direct, the closing strife!
And give me hope of Spring in heaven
Shepard A. Mount
|Notes||written on two separate pieces of paper|