Admonition to Editors

1845 Scientific American  
The winter is near with i ts cold chilling breath, And Nature i,� robed in the garmentB of death, Despoiled of their foliage, the trees now appear, And the leu ves of the forest, are yellow amI serf>. The flower;; hal'e faded, their fragrance is gone, Like the bright l,opes I cherished in youth's early dawn, Ere sorrow's dark mantle its �harlows had ca�t A gloom o'er the future, and the joys of the pust. The field �nd the meadows no longer are seen. Arrayed in Iheir beautiful vestments of
more » ... vestments of green, On the \iJl and the valle)" is written decay, And wi.ds through the leafless trees moul'llfully play. The i'll'ds they have ll'ft us, the woodland and grove, No \rnger is vocal with echoes of love; The hum of thp insert no longer we heor, .o,nc ti,e prospect aro", . ,d d<, is IO , nelr and drear. Though will ter is ne •. \\""!,.t cold rhilling breath, And nature is robel! in li,� gflrr.le\\t� of death, Sweet hope softly whispers, though dark be thy reign, The spring, lonl)' spring-time, will cheer I1S ag ' ain. The music of birds, and the hum of the bee Shall greet us again with their notes glad and fref', And flowers in beauty again shall appear, The heart of the mourner, to solace and cheer. The fie1ds and the meadows, in verdure arrayed, And trees with their foliage, and dark cooling shade, Afford a retreat from the sun's scorching ray, And again through the wildwood we'll joyfully stray. Yes, the spring shall return, (!ho' perhaps not for me,) And suns shed their beauty o'er island and sea, Diffusing of life, and awaking to birth, The forms that in embryo sleeJl in the earth. The spring shall return, and long ere that day, Will many II form once healthful and gal', Be _lied to embark o'er Jordan's dark wave, And pass to the silent embrace of the grave. OUI' Father in Heaven, oh! grant we implore, (Should spring with iu beauties, here greet us no more,) Ere death with its mandate shall summons away, A faith that can triumph over change and decay. May visions of glory from bright worlds of light, As earth is receding, unveil to the sight, Of spring-time eternal, where �torms ne'er invade, Of fields ever vernal, by time ne'er decayed. There dwell the loved forms on that sunny shore, That cheered us awhile-their sorrows are o'er,
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