WHEN the soft breath of Spring goes forth <br />Far o'er the mountains of the North, <br />How soon those wastes of dazzling snow <br />With life, and bloom, and beauty glow. <br /> <br />Then bursts the verdure of the plains, <br />Then break the streams from icy chains; <br />And the glad rein-deer seeks no more <br />Amidst deep snows his mossy store. <br /> <br />Then the dark pine-wood's boughs are seen <br />Arrayed in tints of living green; <br />And roses, in their brightest dyes, <br />By Lapland's founts and streams arise. <br /> <br />Thus, in a moment, from the gloom <br />And the cold fetters of the tomb, <br />Thus shall the blest Redeemer's voice <br />Call forth his servants to rejoice. <br /> <br />For He, whose word is truth, hath said, <br />His power to life shall wake the dead, <br />And summon those he loves, on high, <br />To 'put on immortality!' <br /> <br />Then, all its transient sufferings o'er, <br />On wings of light, the soul shall soar, <br />Exulting, to that blest abode, <br />Where tears of sorrow never flowed.<br /><br />Felicia Dorothea Hemans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-northern-spring/
