som, and the shrubs began to be invested with a leafy verdure. The olive woods, with their unfading green, embosomed already every where germinating wheat-fields; and the lark, the harmonious herald of the morn, strained its warbling throat to welcome the approach of the fine season. The returning spring carries along with it a genial warmth, which diffuses itself through body and mind; every gentle gale breathes an animating spirit; the mystic humming in the air, and the almost visible growth of the budding plants, produces a symbol of a cheerful resurrection. And when we behold again, for the first time, a flower, and the sunbeams gleam through the young leaves, our heart is thrilled with a heavenly rapture, and our language is too poor to do justice to our feelings.
A secret pulsation in my blood, a mystic unaccountable pressure against my panting heart, a sudden stop of the gentle stream of my thoughts, frequently disturbed thepeace
