Spring-Time Memories. The winter is o’er and the dawning Of spring tells us summer is nigh, Yon zephyr-like clouds seem an awning Just spread ’tween the earth and the sky, To hold back the wonderful glory That waits to be poured overhead ; Proclaiming anew the glad story Of God bringing life from the dead. Come, loved one, arise, let us wander Far, far from the city to-day, In careless forgetfulness squander The hours, like children at play ; Let us put aside sorrow and sadness, Our hearts have been bowed in the past ; Sweet spring has brought back life and gladness, And a hope that is ever to last. She comes, with the promise God-given, She comes with her soft, balmy breath, The life-giving angel of heaven, Awaking all nature from death. The snowdrops are out in the border, The crocuses shining in gold, The blue-bonnets come in their order, With a thousand sweet flowers untold. Ah ! pleasure and pain, how you mingle When we tune recollection’s old harp, My head, heart and hands, how they tingle With memories pleasant and sharp. I see you once more in a glory Of bluebells and violets sweet, The hawthorn is blossoming o’er you, And I sitting low at your feet. The primroses clustered around us, ’Mongst moss by that brightest of rills, The drooping anemone found us When we lifted our eyes to the hills ; Dear scenes of enchantment, ah, never Shall time from this bosom efface These gifts of the bounteous giver Who clothes our earth with such grace. Oh, spring time has wonderful beauty When God says to nature, “ Come forth !” She blossoms, obedient to duty, And gone are the winds of the north ! And thou, oh, chill death, our bereaver, Vaunt not ! so triumphantly brave, He will call forth each waiting believer From the silence and sleep of the grave. M. W. S.