THE AWAKENING YEAR. The blue-birds and the violets Are with us once again, And promises of summer spot The hill-side and the plain. The clouds along the mountain-tops Their trailing azure trains of mist The snow-drifts, which have lain so long, Like guilty ghosts have slipped away, The streams are fed with generous rain, And flutter down from crag to crag, Upon their foamy wings. Through all the long wet nights they brawl, By mountain-homes remote, Till woodmen in their sleep behold Their ample rafts afloat. The lazy wheel that hung so dry Whirls wildly in the misty dark, And through the miller's dream. Loud torrent unto torrent calls, They meet, and through the lowlands sweep, Toward briny bay and lake, Proclaiming to the distant towns "The country is awake!" T. B. REED. SPRING SCENE. Winter is past; the heart of Nature warms The southern slopes are fringed with tender green; Swelled with new life, the darkening elm on high And hides her cheek beneath the flowers of May. O. W. HOLMES. SPRING. FROM THE ITALIAN OF PETRARCH. The soft west wind, returning, brings again Vary the dance of spring-tide's rosy hours; Glows the bright smile that greets them from above, Breathes in the air and murmurs from the main. And in the modest smile, or glance of art, FRANCESCO PETRARCA, 1304-1874. THE IV. Morning. HE morning song of Bellman, commencing, "Up, Amaryllis!" is one of the most celebrated of the lyrical poems of Sweden. We are told that nothing can exceed the enthusiasm with which it is sung in that country by high and low, old and young, alike. The translation inserted in the ensuing pages has been taken from the interesting work of the Howitts, on the "Literature of Northern Europe." MORNING MELODIES. But who the melodies of morn can tell? The wild brook babbling down the mountain side; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried And the full choir that wakes the universal grove |