As sure thy har- Is the scar Let flannel Airing on the SwayIng line! Oh, Spring! We welcomb A LOVE SONG (Translated by Mr. Kennan a number of years ago from the unwritten literature of the Caucasus.) The Young Girl, NOME out of doors, O Mother, and see what a wonder is here. Up through the snows of the mountains, the flowers of Spring appear. Come out on the roof, O Mother, and see how along the ravine The glacier ice is covered with the Spring-time's leafy green." The Mother replies, "There are no flowers, my daughter. 'Tis only because thou art young That the blossoms from under the mountain snows appear to thee to have sprung. There is no grass on the glacier-the blades do not even start; But thou art in love and the grass and the flowers are springing in thy heart." -GEORGE KENNAN. |