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...MEDIOCRITY IN LOVE REJECTED by THOMAS CAREW THE MAN WITH THE HOE by EDWIN MARKHAM ON A BOY'S FIRST READING OF THE PLAY OF 'KING HENRY THE FIFTH' by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL FULFILLMENT by ROBERT MALISE BOWYER NICHOLS A LEAVE-TAKING by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE GODODDIN: THE DEATH OF HOEL by ANEIRIN |