lossoms hang their drapery;
Branches that defied the storm
Now are full of melody.

There is not a silent thing
In this joyous company;
Woods, and hills, and valleys ring
With a shout of jubilee.

Wake, my spirit! art thou still?
Senseless things have found a voice;
Shall this throbbing heart be still,
When all nature cries, "Rejoice"?

Wake, come forth, my bounding soul!
Join the universal glee,
Yield to nature's kind control,
Catch her heavenly harmony.

Join the grateful, happy throng,
Cast each selfish care away;
Birds and brooks shall tune your song;
This is nature's holiday.

HER VOYAGE IS AT AN END.

Hushed was the ocean's stormy roar,
Still as an infant's joy;
There sat upon the rocky shore
A father and his boy.

Far off they saw a gallant ship,
It came from foreign lands;
The boy began to dance and skip,
And clap his little hands.

Her wished-for port is near at hand,
The ship is hastening on;
They hear the birds sing on the land;
Her voyage is nearly done.

The boy's glad notes, his shouts of glee,
The rocks with music fill;
But now he cries,--"See, father, see!
The ship is standing still."

Her masts are trembling from the shock.
Her white sails all descend;
The ship has struck upon a rock,--
Her voyage is at an end.

The sailors hurry to and fro,
All crowded is the deck;
She struggles hard,--she's free;--O, no!
She is indeed a wreck.

The boy's young heart is full of grief:
"Father! what will she do?
Let's take the boat to her relief,
O, quickly let us go!"

They went,--and many a stronger hand
Its ready succour gave;
They brought the crew all safe to land,
And the cargo tried to save.

The night comes on, the night is dark,
More dark the billows seem;
They break against the ship, and hark!
The seamew's mournful scream.

The boy upon his pillow lies,
In sweet repose he sinks;
And, as he shuts his weary eyes,
On the poor ship he thinks.

The sun shines o'er the watery main
As it did the day before;
The father and his son again
Are seated on the shore.

With the western wind full many a boat
Their white sails gayly fill,
They lightly o'er the bl