
The Rose of Sharon a Religious Souvenir Volume 1843
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ISBN10: 1154388026
ISBN13: 9781154388022
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 60
Weight: 0.28
Height: 0.12 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
ISBN13: 9781154388022
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 60
Weight: 0.28
Height: 0.12 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1843 Excerpt: ... WINTER AND SPRING. BY JULIUS DODD. The promising young author of the following lines died, about a year since, of consumption. His friends will be gratified by their preservation in this volume.--Ed. Once Winter dwelt by the Frozen Sea, In a lordly palace hall; Each floor was formed of the stainless snow, And of ice each lofty wall. The roof was decked with glittering gems, Suspended in long array, That shone like the rainbow's brilliant hues In the golden light of day. And when the bright stars began to move Through the blue and boundless arch, Like an army of spectres, pale and wan, On its swill and noiseless march, The rooms were filled with a softened glire, That mocked at the noontide beams, And pillar and dome, like burnished steel, Shot forth their unearthly gleams. There the wind-harp poured its music low, In floods on the stilly air; And flames rose up in the northern sky, Like a maiden's streaming hair, When the bands are loosed that bound it long, In their firm and strong embrace, And it falls, in thick and clustering curls, Around her beauteous face. But Spring found out where the old man dwelt, Before many months went by, And flew to his wild and lone retreat, Through the deep and dark blue sky; For Winter had cast, in distant days, A blot on her spotless name, And dimmed, with false and slanderous tales, The shield of her virgin fame. She reached the hall; but her balmy breath No sooner had fallen on The o'erarching dome, so pale and cold, Than pillar and all were gone; Like the fragile flower that spreads its leaves Ere the morning sun has rose, And drinks his beams through the fleeting day, Then dies at evening's close. But Winter fled with a noiseless step, When he saw that Spring was nigh, For he knew he had done the maiden wrong, And fe...