RISE, blossom of the spring, The dews of morn Still linger on the barren thorn; Arise, and sing! O! join my rapturous song! And o'er the wild bleak hills And unfledged fields along Pursue the trickling rills: O, rise! Cloathed with that modest grace That veils the glowing beauties of thy face, And downward points the radiance of thine eyes. I wait thee on the thawing mountains, Where spring dissolves the lingering fountains; O! trace with me the opening flowers; Brave the sharp breeze, damp dews, and vernal showers. Wild various Nature strews her charms, And storms surround her mildest calms; O! to her frowns let us superior be, Taste each delight, and hail the coming spring, Singing the heavenly song of liberty! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YOUNG WARRIOR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE LAWYER'S WAYS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE PITY OF THE LEAVES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON GO NOW' by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS YOU, WHO HAVE SONS TO SPARE! by L. ALLEN BECK MAD WIND by CATHERINE BRADSHAW |