<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343059" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines on the Opening of a Spring Campaign</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spring! thy impatient bloom restrain!<br>Nor wake so soon thy genial power;<br>For deeds of death must hail thy reign,<br>And clouds of fate around thee lower:....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vain thy balmy breath to me<br>Scents with its sweets the evening gale;<br>In vain the violet's charms I see,<br>Or fondly mark thy primrose pale:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To me thy softest zephyrs breathe<br>Of sorrow's soul-disparting tone;<br>To me thy most attractive wreath<br>Seems tinged with human blood alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Arrest thy steps, thou source of love,<br>Thou genial friend of joy and life!<br>Let not thy smile propitious prove<br>To works of carnage, scenes of strife:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bid winter all his frowns recall,<br>And back his icy footsteps trace;<br>Again the soil in frost enthral,<br>And check the war-fiend's murderous chase.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fond, fruitless prayer! Thy hand divine<br>The smiling season on must lead;<br>And still at war's ensanguined shrine<br>Must bid unnumbered victims bleed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Amelia+Opie">Amelia Opie</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343059" data-title="Lines on the Opening of a Spring Campaign de Amelia Opie" data-description="Spring! thy impatient bloom restrain! Nor wake so soon thy genial power; For deeds of death must hail thy reign, And clouds of fate around thee lower:.... In vain thy balmy breath to me Scents with its sweets the evening gale; In vain the violet'..."></div> </div> </div>

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