(Macmillan'S Magazine, Dec. 1866.) Oh The Cheerful Budding-Time! When Thorn-Hedges Turn To Green, When New Leaves Of Elm And Lime Cleave And Shed Their Winter Screen; Tender Lambs Are Born And 'Baa,' North Wind Finds No Snow To Bring, Vigorous Nature Laughs 'Ha, Ha,' In The Miracle Of Spring. Oh The Gorgeous Blossom-Days! When Broad Flag-Flowers Drink And Blow, In And Out In Summer-Blaze Dragon-Flies Flash To And Fro; Ashen Branches Hang Out Keys, Oaks Put Forth The Rosy Shoot, Wandering Herds Wax Sleek At Ease, Lovely Blossoms End In Fruit. Oh The Shouting Harvest-Weeks! Mother Earth Grown Fat With Sheaves Thrifty Gleaner Finds Who Seeks; Russet-Golden Pomp Of Leaves Crowns The Woods, To Fall At Length; Bracing Winds Are Felt To Stir, Ocean Gathers Up Her Strength, Beasts Renew Their Dwindled Fur. Oh The Starving Winter-Lapse! Ice-Bound, Hunger-Pinched And Dim; Dormant Roots Recall Their Saps, Empty Nests Show Black And Grim, Short-Lived Sunshine Gives No Heat, Undue Buds Are Nipped By Frost, Snow Sets Forth A Winding-Sheet, And All Hope Of Life Seems Lost.