Classic Poem

Now blushing Spring, in maiden pride,
From surly Winter wons the day;
Love trims his bow-strings by her side,
And tunes his universal lay.
The birken bush, the balmy dawn
Is sweet and mild, and fair to see;
But dearer far to captive man,
Is Peace, and Health, and Liberty.

Fell war no more shall thin the land
With fiery brand and withering breath;
Peace waves around her magic wand,
And breaks the instruments of death!
See, where the war-worn soldiers come,
Once more to view their native plains!
With joy they hail their friends — their Home,
And bless the hands that burst their chains!

Let B OURBON lilies lift their head,
And spread their blossoms to the day!
The Red Rose round its odour shed,
And let the harp of E RIN play!
S COTIA , bring thou thy symbol forth!
What though thy crest's but hamely gear,
The hardy Thistle of the North
Has oft times stemm'd the tide of weir!

Now well may Pride her lesson learn,
And dread a brother's blood to spill; —
And well may all that V OICE discern,
Which bids the sons of men be still?
Yet, tho' the proud, the great, are low,
His eagles fall no more to rise —
We tread not on the vanquish'd foe,
But LEARN by OTHERS to be WISE !