The Thaw..I saw the civil sun drying earth’s tears —.Her tears of joy that only faster flowed,..Fain would I stretch me by the highway side,.To thaw and trickle with the melting snow,.That mingled soul and body with the tide,.I too may through the pores of nature flow...But I alas nor tinkle can nor fume,.One jot to forward the great work of Time,.‘Tis mine to hearken while these ply the