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<span class="tiny">THE</span><br />
<span class="gesperrt">MOTHER’S DREAM</span>,<br />
<span class="tiny">AND</span><br />
<span class="small gesperrt">OTHER POEMS.</span>
</h1>
<p class="author">
<span class="tiny">BY</span><br />
<span class="gesperrt">HANNAH F. GOULD</span>.</p>
<p class="publisher">BOSTON:<br />
CROSBY, NICHOLS, & CO.<br />
1853.
</p>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[v]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS">CONTENTS.</a></h2>
<div class="center">
<table width="80%" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Table of Contents">
<tr>
<td align="left"></td>
<td align="center">Page</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#BLOWING_BUBBLES">Blowing Bubbles,</a></td>
<td align="right">1</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#INFANT_FAITH">Infant Faith,</a></td>
<td align="right">4</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#PATTY_PROUD">Patty Proud,</a></td>
<td align="right">6</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#I_CAUGHT_A_BIRD">I caught a Bird,</a></td>
<td align="right">9</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_FLOWER_OF_SHELLS_AND_SILVER_WIRE">The Flower of Shells and Silver Wire,</a></td>
<td align="right">11</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_LITTLE_BLIND_BOY">The little Blind Boy,</a></td>
<td align="right">12</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_SALE_OF_THE_WATER-LILY">The Sale of the Water Lily,</a></td>
<td align="right">13</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_SILVER_BIRDSNEST">The Silver Birdsnest,</a></td>
<td align="right">18</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_QUAKER_FLOWER">The Quaker Flower,</a></td>
<td align="right">20</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_HUMMING-BIRDS_ANGER">The Humming-Bird’s Anger,</a></td>
<td align="right">22</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_SABBATH">The Sabbath,</a></td>
<td align="right">24</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_DEPARTING_SPIRIT">The departing Spirit,</a></td>
<td align="right">26</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#SONNET">Sonnet,</a></td>
<td align="right">27</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#FATHER_HEAR">Father, hear,</a></td>
<td align="right">28</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_PILGRIMS_WAY_SONG">The Pilgrim’s Way Song,</a></td>
<td align="right">29</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_RISING_MONUMENT">The rising Monument,</a></td>
<td align="right">31</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#A_NAME_IN_THE_SAND">A Name in the Sand,</a></td>
<td align="right">34</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_CHILD_OF_A_YEAR_AND_A_DAY">A Child of a Year and a Day,</a></td>
<td align="right">35</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_BELIEVERS_MOUNTAINS">The Believer’s Mountains,</a></td>
<td align="right">38</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_NIGHT_AND_THE_MORNING">The Night and the Morning,</a></td>
<td align="right">41</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#I_SHALL_BE_SATISFIED">I shall be satisfied,</a></td>
<td align="right">44</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_PENITENTIAL_TEAR">The Penitential Tear,</a></td>
<td align="right">46</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#TEACHINGS_OF_GOD">The Teachings of God,</a></td>
<td align="right">48</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_HERALDS_CRY_IN_THE_DESERT">The Herald’s Cry in the Desert,</a></td>
<td align="right">50</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#OUR_FATHERS_WELL">Our Father’s Well,</a></td>
<td align="right">52</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[vi]</a></span><a href="#THE_MOTHERS_DREAM">The Mother’s Dream,</a></td>
<td align="right">56</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_WAR-SPIRIT_ON_BUNKERS_HEIGHT">The War Spirit on Bunker’s Height,</a></td>
<td align="right">60</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_INNER_SELF">The inner Self,</a></td>
<td align="right">64</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#TIME">Time,</a></td>
<td align="right">67</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#MY_HEAD">My Head,</a></td>
<td align="right">71</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_WHEAT_FIELD">The Wheat Field,</a></td>
<td align="right">74</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_LITTLE_TRAVELLER">The little Traveller,</a></td>
<td align="right">76</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_ENTANGLED_FLY">The entangled Fly,</a></td>
<td align="right">78</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_PEACH_BLOSSOMS">The Peach Blossoms,</a></td>
<td align="right">80</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_BROKEN_PIPE">The broken Pipe,</a></td>
<td align="right">82</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#VIVY_VAIN">Vivy Vain,</a></td>
<td align="right">85</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_MOCKING_BIRD">The Mocking-Bird,</a></td>
<td align="right">89</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_BIRDS_HOME">The Bird’s Home,</a></td>
<td align="right">92</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_BIRD_UNCAGED">The Bird uncaged,</a></td>
<td align="right">93</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#DAME_BIDDY">Dame Biddy,</a></td>
<td align="right">95</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_ENVIOUS_LOBSTER">The envious Lobster,</a></td>
<td align="right">100</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#KIT_WITH_THE_ROSE">Kit with the Rose,</a></td>
<td align="right">102</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_STORM_IN_THE_FOREST">The Storm in the Forest,</a></td>
<td align="right">104</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_UPROOTED_ELM">The uprooted Elm,</a></td>
<td align="right">106</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THROUGH_THE_CLOUDS">Through the Clouds,</a></td>
<td align="right">108</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#MY_ROSE_TREE">My Rose Tree,</a></td>
<td align="right">110</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_INFANT_BAPTIST">The Infant Baptist,</a></td>
<td align="right">113</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#HYMN_TO_SOLITUDE">Hymn to Solitude,</a></td>
<td align="right">115</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_BIBLE_IN_THE_FIELDS">The Bible in the Fields,</a></td>
<td align="right">117</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_HOARY_HEAD">The hoary Head,</a></td>
<td align="right">120</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#MY_FATHER">My Father,</a></td>
<td align="right">121</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#A_SAGE_HATH_DEPARTED">A Sage hath departed,</a></td>
<td align="right">124</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_BURIAL_OF_SCHILLER">The Burial of Schiller,</a></td>
<td align="right">126</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#FUNERAL_HYMN_FOR_PRESIDENT">Funeral Hymn for President Harrison,</a></td>
<td align="right">129</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#DIRGE_FOR_FELICIA_HEMANS">Dirge for Felicia Hemans,</a></td>
<td align="right">131</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#SHE_DIED_AS_DAWNED_HER_NATAL_DAY">She died, as dawned her Natal Day,</a></td>
<td align="right">133</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#WRITTEN_IN_AN_ALBUM_AFTER_THE">Written in an Album, after the Lines of a deceased Friend,</a></td>
<td align="right">134</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_SOVEREIGN_OF_BABYLON">The Sovereign of Babylon,</a></td>
<td align="right">135</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_DEER_STRICKEN_BY_TORCH-LIGHT">The Deer Stricken by Torch-light,</a></td>
<td align="right">137</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_DEATH_OF_SAPPHIRA">The Death of Sapphira,</a></td>
<td align="right">139</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#WILLIAM_AT_SEA">William at Sea,</a></td>
<td align="right">142</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#MY_PORTRAIT">My Portrait,</a></td>
<td align="right">146</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_WIDOWS_ONLY_SON">The Widow’s only Son,</a></td>
<td align="right">148</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_YOUNG_MOTHER">The Young Mother,</a></td>
<td align="right">150</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#EVENING_AT_ANDOVER_SEMINARY-HILL">Evening at Andover Seminary Hill,</a></td>
<td align="right">152</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#HYMN_OF_THE_PARTING_CLASS">Hymn of the parting Class,</a></td>
<td align="right">155</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[vii]</a></span><a href="#THE_SPECKLED_ONE">The speckled one</a></td>
<td align="right">157</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_MOON_OF_A_WINTRY_NIGHT">The Moon of a Wintry Night,</a></td>
<td align="right">161</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#TOM_TAR">Tom Tar,</a></td>
<td align="right">165</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_SEAMANS_HYMN">The Seaman’s Hymn,</a></td>
<td align="right">170</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_MARINERS_SONG_OF_DEPARTURE">The Mariner’s Song of Departure,</a></td>
<td align="right">172</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_SEA-EAGLES_FALL">The Sea Eagle’s Fall,</a></td>
<td align="right">174</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_CAGED_LION">The caged Lion,</a></td>
<td align="right">177</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_TRAVELLER_AT_THE_RED_SEA">The Traveller at the Red Sea,</a></td>
<td align="right">179</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_HEBREW_CAPTIVES">The Hebrew Captives,</a></td>
<td align="right">181</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#FRAGMENTS_FROM_ESTHER_A_POEM">Fragments from “Esther,” a Poem,</a></td>
<td align="right">182</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#GONE_IN_HER_BEAUTY">Gone in her Beauty,</a></td>
<td align="right">185</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_NUN">The Nun,</a></td>
<td align="right">187</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#TREES_FOR_THE_PILGRIMS_WREATH">Trees for the Pilgrim’s Wreath,</a></td>
<td align="right">193</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_MUSHROOMS_SOLILOQUY">The Mushroom’s Soliloquy,</a></td>
<td align="right">194</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_SPIRIT_AND_THE_MOUNTAIN">The Spirit and the Mountain,</a></td>
<td align="right">195</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_FALL_OF_THE_STATUE">The Fall of the Statue,</a></td>
<td align="right">197</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_BIRDS_MATERNAL_CARE">The Bird’s Maternal Care,</a></td>
<td align="right">201</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#SONG">Song,</a></td>
<td align="right">205</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_WHITE_MOTH">The White Moth,</a></td>
<td align="right">207</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#EDWARD_AND_CHARLES">Edward and Charles,</a></td>
<td align="right">209</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#MUSIC_OF_THE_CRICKETS">Music of the Crickets,</a></td>
<td align="right">213</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#CHILDHOODS_DREAM">Childhood’s Dream,</a></td>
<td align="right">216</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_FRUIT-TREE_BLOSSOM">The Fruit Tree Blossom,</a></td>
<td align="right">218</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_PLYMOUTH_APPLE_DECLINED">The Plymouth Apple declined,</a></td>
<td align="right">220</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_HALF_APPLE">The half Apple,</a></td>
<td align="right">222</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_HORTICULTURISTS_TABLE-HYMN">The Horticulturist’s Table-Hymn,</a></td>
<td align="right">224</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_WHIP-POOR-WILL">The Whip-poor-will,</a></td>
<td align="right">227</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#THE_AUTUMN_ROSE-BUD">The Autumnal Rose-bud,</a></td>
<td align="right">230</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#TO_L_A_E_ON_HER_WEDDING-DAY">To L. A. E. on her Wedding-day,</a></td>
<td align="right">231</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#TO_MRS_H_F_L">To Mrs. H. F. L.</a></td>
<td align="right">233</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td align="left"><a href="#MUSIC">Music,</a></td>
<td align="right">235</td>
</tr>
</table>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="POEMS" id="POEMS">POEMS.</a></h2>
<div>
<h3><a name="BLOWING_BUBBLES" id="BLOWING_BUBBLES">BLOWING BUBBLES.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Half</span> our sorrows, half our troubles,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Making head and heart to ache,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are the fruit of blowing bubbles,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Bright to view, but quick to break.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">All have played the child imbecile,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Breathing hard to swell the sides<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of a shining, fluid vessel,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Frailer than the air it rides.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">From the infant’s cradle rising,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">All the bubble mania show,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oft our richest wealth comprising<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In the bubbles that we blow.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Brilliant, buoyant, upward going,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Pleased, we mark them in their flight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Every hue of iris showing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As they glance along the light.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Little castles, high and airy,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With their crystal walls so thin,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Each presents the wicked fairy,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><em>Vanity</em>, enthroned within!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But when two have struck together,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What of either do we find?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not so much as one gay feather<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Flying Hope has left behind!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Still the world are busy, blowing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Every one, some empty ball;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So the seeds of mischief sowing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where, to burst, the bubbles fall.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Nor for self alone to gather,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Is our evil harvest found;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oft, with pipe and cup, we rather<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Step upon our neighbor’s ground.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus, amusing one another,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">While the glistening playthings rise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We may doom a friend or brother<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To a life of care and sighs.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Do you doubt my simple story?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I can point a thousand ways<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where this bubble-making glory<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Has in darkness hid its rays!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet we ’ll spare a slight confusion<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Caused the world by giving names;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Since a right to some delusion<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Every one from nature claims!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="INFANT_FAITH" id="INFANT_FAITH">INFANT FAITH.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Radiant</span> with his spirit’s light<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was the little beauteous child,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sporting round a fountain bright,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Playing through the flowerets wild.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Where they grow he lightly stepped,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Cautious not a leaf to crush;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then about the fount he leaped,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Shouting at its merry gush.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">While the sparkling waters welled,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Laughing as they bubbled up,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In his lily hands he held,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Closely clasped, a silver cup.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Now he put it forth to fill;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then he bore it to the flowers,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Through his fingers there to spill<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What it held, in mimic showers.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“Open, pretty buds,” said he,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">“Open to the air and sun;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So, to-morrow I may see<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What my rain to-day has done.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“Yes, you will, you will, I know,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For the drink I give you now,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Burst your little cups, and blow,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When I’m gone, and can’t tell how!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“Oh! I wish I could but see<br /></span>
<span class="i2">How God’s finger touches you,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When your sides unclasp, and free,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Let your leaves and odors through.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“I would watch you all the night,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor in darkness be afraid,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Only once to see aright<br /></span>
<span class="i2">How a beauteous flower is made.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“Now remember! I shall come<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In the morning from my bed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here to find among you some<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With your brightest colors spread!”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To his buds he hastened out,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">At the dewy morning hour,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Crying, with a joyous shout,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">“God has made of each a flower!”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Precious must the ready faith<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of the little children be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In the sight of Him, who saith,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">“Suffer them to come to me.”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Answered, by the smile of heaven,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Is the infant’s offering found,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though “a cup of water given,”<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Even to the thirsty ground.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="PATTY_PROUD" id="PATTY_PROUD">PATTY PROUD.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> figure before you is Miss Patty Proud:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her feelings are lowery, her frown like a cloud;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because proud Miss Patty can hardly endure<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To come near the lowly abode of the poor.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She fears the plain floor of the humble will spoil<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her silk shoes and hose, and her skirt-bottom soil;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And so she goes winching; and holds up her dress<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So high, it were well if her heels would show less.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But when she walks through the fine streets of the town,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She puts on fine airs, and displays her rich gown;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till some, whom she passes, will think of the bird<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Renowned for gay feathers, whose name you have heard.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In thought she is trifling—in manner as vain<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As that silly fowl, taking pride in his train;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And none, who have marked her, will need to be told<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That she has a heart hard, and haughty, and cold.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I saw, when she met some poor children one day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who asked her for alms, she turned frowning away;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And told them, “Poor people must work, to be fed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And not trouble ladies, to help them to bread.”<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And just as the sad little mendicants said,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their mother was dying, their father was dead,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She entered a store, with a smooth, smiling face,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To lay out her purse in gay ribbons and lace.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I saw her curl up her sour lip in disdain,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because Ellen Pitiful picked up the cane,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A feeble old man had let fall in the sand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And placed it again in his tremulous hand.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But little does haughty Miss Patty suppose,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of all, whom she visits, that any one knows<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How stern she can look, when she ’s out of their sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And fret at the servants, if all is not right.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">At home, she ’s unyielding, and sullen, and cross:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her friends, when she ’s absent, esteem it no loss;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And some, where she visits, in secret confess,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That they love her no more, though they dread her much less.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The truth is, Miss Patty, when young, never tried<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To govern her temper, or conquer her pride.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The passions, unchecked in the heart of the child,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like weeds in a garden neglected, ran wild.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They grew with her growth, with her strength became strong:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her head, not then righted, has ever been wrong;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span>
<span class="i0">And so she would never submit to be told<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of faults, by long habit made stubborn and bold.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And now, among all my young friends, is there one,—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A fair little girl is there under the sun,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who ’d rise to a woman, and have it allowed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That she is a likeness of Miss <span class="smcap">Patty Proud</span>?<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="I_CAUGHT_A_BIRD" id="I_CAUGHT_A_BIRD">I CAUGHT A BIRD.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">I caught</span> a bird: She flitted by,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So near my window lifted high,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She softly ventured in, to spy<br /></span>
<span class="i4">What I might be about:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then, a little wildered thing,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like many a one without a wing,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She fluttered, struck, and seemed to sing,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">“Alas! I can’t get out.”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She saw her kindred on the tree<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Before her, sporting light and free;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But felt a power, she could not see,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Repel and hold her back.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In vain her beak, and breast, and feet<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Against the crystal pane were beat:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She could not break the clear deceit,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Nor find her airy track.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The pretty wanderer then I took;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And felt her frame with terror shook:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She gave the sad and piteous look<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Of helplessness and fear;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till quick I spread my hand, to show,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I caught her but to let her go;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And I, perhaps, may never know<br /></span>
<span class="i4">A dearer moment here.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She piped a short and sweet adieu,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As, humming on the air, she threw<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her brilliant, buoyant wing, and flew<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Away from fear and me:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But, ere the hour of setting sun,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That little constant, grateful one,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Returning, had her hymn begun<br /></span>
<span class="i4">In our old rustling tree.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Now do not take the fatal aim,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My tender bird to kill, or maim;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor let the fatal shot proclaim<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Her anguish, or her fall!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But, would you know the bird I mean,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She is the first that will be seen—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The last—and every one between:<br /></span>
<span class="i4">She represents them all!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_FLOWER_OF_SHELLS_AND_SILVER_WIRE" id="THE_FLOWER_OF_SHELLS_AND_SILVER_WIRE">THE FLOWER OF SHELLS AND SILVER WIRE.</a></h3>
<p class="center">TO ——.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">I sought</span> a meet gift, it might please thee to wear<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Among the soft locks of thy fine silken hair;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And asked the two deeps for some treasure or gem,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By nature first formed and imbosomed in them.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The mine gave me threads of its fine silver ore;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The ocean cast up its smooth shells to the shore:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of these I combined the free offering, that now<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I bring, and would set o’er thy fair, peaceful brow.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The shells, thou wilt see, are unsullied and white;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The silver is modest, and precious, and bright,—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A type! thy quick fancy will readily see,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet thou ’lt not confess what its meaning may be.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And let the gift sometimes recall to thy mind<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The friend, by whose hand its pure parts were combined;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But, oftener, that Friend, in whose hand was the skill<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The earth and the seas with their treasures to fill!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_LITTLE_BLIND_BOY" id="THE_LITTLE_BLIND_BOY">THE LITTLE BLIND BOY.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">O tell</span> me the form of the soft summer air,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That tosses so gently the curls of my hair!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It breathes on my lip, and it fans my warm cheek,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But gives me no answer, though often I speak:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I feel it play o’er me, refreshing and light,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And yet cannot touch it, because I ’ve no sight!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And music—what is it? and where does it dwell?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I sink, and I mount, with its cadence and swell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While thrilled to my heart, with its deep-going strain,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till pleasure excessive seems turning to pain.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now, what the bright colors of music may be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will any one tell me? for I cannot see.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The odors of flowers, that are hovering nigh—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What are they?—on what kind of wings do they fly?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are not they sweet angels, who come to delight<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A poor little boy, that knows nothing of sight?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sun, moon and stars never enter my mind.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O tell me what light is, because I am blind!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_SALE_OF_THE_WATER-LILY" id="THE_SALE_OF_THE_WATER-LILY">THE SALE OF THE WATER-LILY.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">There</span> stood upon the broad high-road,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That o’er a moorland lay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A widow’s low and lone abode,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And close beside the way.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Upon its face the dwelling bore<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The signs of times within,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That seemed to say but little more<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Than, “<em>Better days have been!</em>”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Behind it was the sedgy fen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With alder, brake, and brush;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And less to serve the wants of men,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Than of the jay and thrush.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And these would sometimes come, and cheer<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The widow with a song,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To let her feel a neighbor near,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And wing an hour along.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A pond, supplied by hidden springs,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With lilies bordered round,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was found among the richest things,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That blessed the widow’s ground.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She had, besides, a gentle brook,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That wound the meadow through,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which from the pond its being took,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And had its treasures too.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Her eldest orphan was a son;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For, children she had three;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She called him, though a little one,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her hope for days to be.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And well he might be reckoned so,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If, from the tender shoot,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We know the way the branch will grow;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or, by the flower, the fruit.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">His tongue was true, his mind was bright;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His temper smooth and mild:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He was—the parent’s chief delight—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A good and pleasant child.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He ’d gather chips and sticks of wood,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The winter fire to make;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And help his mother dress their food,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or tend the baking cake.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In summer time he ’d kindly lead<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His little sisters out,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To pick wild berries on the mead,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And fish the brook for trout.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He stirred his thoughts for ways to earn<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Some little gain; and hence,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Contrived the silver pond to turn,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In part, to silver pence.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He found the lilies blooming there<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So spicy sweet to smell,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span>
<span class="i0">And to the eye so pure and fair,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He plucked them up to sell.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He could not to the market go:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He had too young a head,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The distant city’s ways to know;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The route he could not tread.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But, when the coming coach-wheels rolled,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To pass his humble cot,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His bunch of lilies to be sold<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was ready on the spot.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He ’d stand beside the way, and hold<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His treasures up to show,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That looked like yellow stars of gold<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Just set in leaves of snow.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“O buy my lilies!” he would say;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">“You ’ll find them new and sweet:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So fresh from out the pond are they,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I have n’t dried my feet!”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And then he showed the dust that clung<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Upon his garment’s hem,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where late the water-drops had hung,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When he had gathered them.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And while the carriage checked its pace,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To take the lilies in,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His artless orphan tongue and face<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Some bright return would win.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For many a noble stranger’s hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With open purse, was seen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To cast a coin upon the sand,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or on the sloping green.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And many a smiling lady threw<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The child a silver piece;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And thus, as fast as lilies grew,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He saw his wealth increase.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">While little more—and little more,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was gathered by their sale,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His widowed mother’s frugal store<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Would never wholly fail.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For He, who made, and feeds the bird,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her little children fed.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He knew her trust: her cry he heard;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And answered it with bread.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And thus, protected by the Power,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who made the lily fair,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her orphans, like the meadow flower,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Grew up in beauty there.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Her son, the good and prudent boy,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who wisely thus began,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was long the aged widow’s joy;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And lived an honored man.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He had a ship, for which he chose<br /></span>
<span class="i2">“The <span class="smcap">Lily</span>” as a name,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span>
<span class="i0">To keep in memory whence he rose,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And how his fortune came.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He had a lily carved and set,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her emblem, on her stem;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And she was called, by all she met,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A beauteous ocean gem.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She bore sweet spices, treasures bright;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And, on the waters wide,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her sails, as lily-leaves, were white:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her name was well applied.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Her feeling owner never spurned<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The faces of the poor;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And found that all he gave returned<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In blessing rich and sure.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The God, who, by the lily-pond,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Had drawn his heart above,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In after life preserved the bond<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of grateful, holy love.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_SILVER_BIRDSNEST" id="THE_SILVER_BIRDSNEST">THE SILVER BIRDSNEST.</a></h3>
<div class="small">
<p>We were shown a beautiful specimen of the ingenuity of birds, a
few days since, by Dr. Cook, of this borough. It was a birdsnest
made entirely of silver wires, beautifully woven together. The
nest was found on a sycamore tree, on the Condorus, by Dr. Francis
Beard, of York county. It was the nest of a hanging-bird; and the
material was probably obtained from a soldier’s epaulet, which it had
found.</p>
<p class="right">
<span class="smcap">Westchester Village Record.</span>
</p>
<p><em>Spring of 1838.</em></p>
</div>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">A stranded</span> soldier’s epaulet,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The waters cast ashore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A little winged rover met,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And eyed it o’er and o’er.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The silver bright so pleased her sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">On that lone, idle vest,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She knew not why she should deny<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Herself a silver nest.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The shining wire she pecked and twirled;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then bore it to her bough,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where, on a flowery twig ’t was curled—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The bird can show you how:—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But, when enough of that bright stuff<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The cunning builder bore<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her house to make, she would not take,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor did she covet more.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And when the little artisan,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">While neither pride nor guilt<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Had entered in her pretty plan,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her resting-place had built;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span>
<span class="i0">With here and there a plume to spare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">About her own light form,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of these, inlaid with skill, she made<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A lining soft and warm.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But, do you think the tender brood<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She fondled there, and fed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were prouder, when they understood<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The sheen about their bed?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Do you suppose they ever rose<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of higher powers possessed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because they knew they peeped and grew<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Within a silver nest?<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_QUAKER_FLOWER" id="THE_QUAKER_FLOWER">THE QUAKER FLOWER.</a></h3>
<p class="small likeh3">A TRIFOLIUM FROM THE GRAVE OF PENN.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">I have</span> a little Quaker flower,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That hath a kind of spirit power<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To hold me captive, hour by hour,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">In pleasant musing lost;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’T was plucked for me in distant land,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And by another’s friendly hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From turf where I may never stand;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Then yon wild ocean crossed.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A modest foreigner it came,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bearing a sweet, but humble name;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet worthy of a glorious fame<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Among the sons of men;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For O the pretty stranger grew:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It drank the ether and the dew,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And from light received its hue<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Upon the grave of <span class="smcap">Penn</span>!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">It sprang from out that hallowed ground,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Unclosed its eye, and smiled around,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon the verdure of the mound,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Where <span class="smcap">William</span>’s ashes rest;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where low the dust in quiet lies<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of him, among the good and wise<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On earth, so meek, and in the skies<br /></span>
<span class="i4">So high among the blest.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And had my flower a living root,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or seed wherefrom a germ might shoot<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For one young plant to be the fruit<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Of that small vital part,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fair <span class="smcap">Penn-Sylvania</span>, it should be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My friendly offering made to thee—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Set, to thy father’s memory,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">On thy kind Quaker heart.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But, ah! my precious flower is dead:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The snow-white sheet beneath its head,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And on its tender bosom spread,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Shows that its life is o’er:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And though each floweret of the gem,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And every leaf, is on the stem,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I cannot spare thee one of them,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Because there ’ll grow no more.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I therefore bid my fancy weave<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This simple wreath, which thou ’lt receive<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In lieu thereof; and thence believe<br /></span>
<span class="i4">My fervent wish to be<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That Heaven, to overflowing still,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With purest bliss thy cup may fill,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And guard thee safe from every ill,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Whilst thou rememberest me!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_HUMMING-BIRDS_ANGER" id="THE_HUMMING-BIRDS_ANGER">THE HUMMING-BIRD’S ANGER.</a></h3>
<div class="small">
<p>“Small as the humming-bird is, it has great courage and violent
passions. If it find a flower that has been deprived of its honey, it
will pluck it off, throw it on the ground, and sometimes tear it to
pieces.”</p>
<p class="right">
<span class="smcap">Buffon.</span><br />
</p>
</div>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">On</span> light little wings, as the humming-birds fly,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With plumes many-hued as the bow of the sky,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Suspended in ether, they shine in the light,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As jewels of nature, high-finished and bright.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Their delicate forms are so buoyant and small,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They hang o’er the flowers, as too airy to fall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upborne on their beautiful pinions, that seem<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like glittering vapor, or parts of a dream.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The humming-bird feeds upon honey, and so,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of course, ’t is a sweet little creature, you know:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But sweet little creatures have sometimes, they say,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A great deal that ’s bitter or sour to betray.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And often the humming-bird’s delicate breast<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is found of a very high temper possessed:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Such essence of anger within it is pent,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’T would burst, did no safety-valve give it a vent.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Displeased, it will seem a bright vial of wrath,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Uncorked by its heat the offender to scath;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And taking occasion to let off its ire,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’T is startling to witness how high it will fire.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A humming-bird once o’er a trumpet-flower hung,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And darted that sharp little member, the tongue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At once through the tube to its cell for the sweet<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It felt, at the bottom, most certain to meet.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But, finding that some other child of the air,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To rifle the store, had already been there,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And no drop of honey for her to draw up,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her vengeance was poured on the destitute cup.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She flew in a passion that heightened her power,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And, cuffing and shaking the innocent flower,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Its tender corolla in shred after shred<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She hastily stripped, then she snapped off its head.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A delicate ruin on earth as it lay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That bright little fury went humming away,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With gossamer softness, and fair to the eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like some living brilliant just dropped from the sky.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And since, when that curious bird I behold<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Arrayed in rich colors, and dusted with gold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I cannot but think of the wrath and the spite,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She has in reserve, though they ’re kept out of sight.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">These two-footed, beautiful, passionate things,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If plumeless or plumy, without or with wings,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Should go to the glass, or the painter, and sit<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When anger is just at the height of its fit.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_SABBATH" id="THE_SABBATH">THE SABBATH.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Day</span> of days, the dearest, best,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hallowed by Jehovah’s rest!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When his six-days’ work was done,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Holy rose the seventh sun.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When creation’s pillars stood,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the Lord pronounced them good,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Morning stars together sang—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Heaven with Sabbath praises rang.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Earth in pristine beauty shone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like a gem, before his throne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While he marked thee, as his claim—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And he sealed thee with his name.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Choice of God, thou blessed day!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At thy dawn the grave gave way<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To the power of him within,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who had, sinless, bled for sin.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thine the radiance to illume<br /></span>
<span class="i0">First, for man, the dismal tomb,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When its bars their weakness owned,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There revealing death dethroned.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then the Sun of righteousness<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rose, a darkened world to bless,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bringing up from mortal night,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Immortality and light.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Day of glory! day of power!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sacred be thine ev’ry hour!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Emblem, earnest of the rest<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That remaineth for the blest!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When at last it shall appear<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How they loved and kept thee here,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To a temple in the skies,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fair, eternal, they shall rise.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Not a sigh of grief or care<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall mingle with their praises there;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then their sweet reward shall be<br /></span>
<span class="i0">An eternity of thee.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_DEPARTING_SPIRIT" id="THE_DEPARTING_SPIRIT">THE DEPARTING SPIRIT.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Hush!</span> let the sigh in escaping be stopped:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Be the dim chamber all silently trod!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let not the tear, that is rounded, be dropt!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Oh! ’t is a spirit returning to God!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Angels are softly untwining the strings,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Loosing its ties to the beautiful clay;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lo! they have lifted their hovering wings:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Joyous they waft her in triumph away!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sorrow not now, o’er the spiritless form,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">While on its features death’s lilies unfold:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Break not the heart for another so warm,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Stopt in its pulse by a finger so cold.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Time ne’er shall whiten a lock of that hair,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Silken and full, round the forehead, that shines.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Age shall not come, nor the finger of care,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Marking that brow with their deep-going lines.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Ne’er will those lips be unsealed by the sigh:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Anguish will never that bosom invade:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Tears roll no more from that calm sleeping eye:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Peace o’er the clay her smooth mantle has laid.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Plant a young flower, in beauty to spread,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Tender and pure, where the dust shall repose.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Look then from earth, whence the bright spirit fled,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Up, where to gladness and glory it rose.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="SONNET" id="SONNET">SONNET.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Spare</span>, ruthless fowler, spare<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That harmless robin’s breast!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Its downy vesture do not tear;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But leave the life-blood circling there,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Again to warm her nest;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For she is hastening home with food<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Provided for her callow brood.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Her tender offspring see,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Were now thy shot to fly,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Left, as thy helpless babes would be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Reft of their mother and of thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To moan, and pine, and die.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then let her pass unhurt along;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And she will thank thee with a song.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="FATHER_HEAR" id="FATHER_HEAR">FATHER, HEAR!</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Thou</span>, whose power assumes the form,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now, of this wild wintry storm,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let it still in mercy be<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shown upon the raging sea!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O! for him, who tosses there,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Father, hear this midnight prayer!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Solemn darkness shrouds the world;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While, with mighty wings unfurled,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus the winds in fury sweep<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O’er the land, and o’er the deep,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou, whose thought from death can save,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Guard the life that ’s on the wave!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Cold and dreary is the night;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Snow-clouds wrap the beacon-light;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rocks and ices, like a host<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Armed for battle, bar the coast;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For the coming bark appear!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Guide her! save her! Father, hear!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_PILGRIMS_WAY_SONG" id="THE_PILGRIMS_WAY_SONG">THE PILGRIM’S WAY SONG.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">I ’m</span> bound to the house of my Father;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">O draw not my feet from the way;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor stop me these wild flowers to gather!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They droop at my touch, and decay.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I think of the flowers, that are blooming<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In beauty unfading above,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The wings of the angels perfuming,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who fly down on errands of love.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Of earth’s shallow waters the drinking<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Is powerless my thirst to allay;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their taste is of tears, while we ’re sinking<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Beside them, where quicksands betray.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I long, from that fount ever-living,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That flows by my Father’s own door,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With waters so sweet and life-giving,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To drink, and to thirst never more.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The gold of his bright, happy dwelling<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Makes all lower gold to look dim;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Its treasures, all treasures excelling,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Shine forth to allure me to Him.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The pearls of this world while I ’m treading<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In dust, where as pebbles they lie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I seek the rich pearl, that is shedding<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Its lustre so pure from on high.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For pains my torn spirit is feeling,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">No balsam from earth it receives:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I go to the tree, that hath healing<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To drop on my wounds from its leaves.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A child that is weary with roaming,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Returning in gladness to see<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A home and a parent, I ’m coming—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My Father, I hasten to thee!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_RISING_MONUMENT" id="THE_RISING_MONUMENT">THE RISING MONUMENT.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Rise</span> in thy solemn grandeur, calm and slow,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As well befits thy purpose and thy place:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Great Speaker! rise, not suddenly, to show<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The earth forever sacred at thy base.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Strong as the rocky frame-work of the globe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Proportioned fair, in altitude sublime,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With freedom’s glory round thee as a robe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Rise gently—then defy the power of time.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To future ages, from thy lofty site,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Speak in thy mighty eloquence, and tell<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That where thou art, on Bunker’s hallowed height,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our <span class="smcap">Warren</span> and his valiant brethren fell.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Say, it was here the vital current flowed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Purpling the turf, amid the mortal strife<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For man’s great birthright, from the breasts, that glowed<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With love of country, more than love of life.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thou hast thy growth of blood, that, gushing warm<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From patriot bosoms, set their spirits free:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All, who behold, shall venerate thy form,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And bow before thy genius, <span class="smcap">Liberty</span>.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Here fell the hero and his brave compeers,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who fought and died to break a people’s chain:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span>
<span class="i0">The place is sacred to Columbia’s tears.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Poured o’er the victims for a nation slain.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet from her starry brow a glory streams,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Turning to gems those holy drops of grief,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As after evening showers, the morn’s clear beams<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Show diamonds hung on grass, and flower and leaf.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Upright and firm, as were the patriot souls,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That from thy native spot arose to God,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Stand thou and hold, long as our planet rolls,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This last high place by Freedom’s martyrs trod.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Let thy majestic shadow walk the ground,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Calm as the sun, and constant as his light;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And by the moon, amid the dews, be found<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The sentinel, who guards it through the night.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And may the air around thee ever be<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To heaven-born Liberty as vital breath;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But, like the breeze that sweeps the Upas tree,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To Bondage and Oppression certain death!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A beauteous prospect spreads for thy survey;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">City and dome, and spire look up to thee:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The solemn forest and the mountains gray<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Stand distant to salute thy majesty.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And ocean, in his numbers deep and strong,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">While the bright shore beneath thy ken he laves,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Will sing to thee an everlasting song<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of freedom, with his never-conquered waves.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Rise then, and stand unshaken, till the skies<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Above thee are about to pass away;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But, when the dead around thee are to rise,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Melt in the burning splendors of the day!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For then will He, “whose right it is to reign,”<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who hath on earth a kingdom pure to save,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come with his angels, calling up the slain<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To freedom, and annihilate the grave.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="A_NAME_IN_THE_SAND" id="A_NAME_IN_THE_SAND">A NAME IN THE SAND.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Alone</span> I walked the ocean strand;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A pearly shell was in my hand:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I stooped, and wrote upon the sand<br /></span>
<span class="i4">My name—the year—the day.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As onward from the spot I passed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One lingering look behind I cast:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A wave came rolling high and fast,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And washed my lines away.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And so, methought, ’t will shortly be<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With every mark on earth from me;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A wave of dark oblivion’s sea<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Will sweep across the place,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where I have trod the sandy shore<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of time, and been to be no more,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of me—my day—the name I bore,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">To leave nor track, nor trace.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And yet, with Him, who counts the sands,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And holds the waters in his hands,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I know a lasting record stands,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Inscribed against my name,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of all, this mortal part has wrought;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of all, this thinking soul has thought;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And from these fleeting moments caught<br /></span>
<span class="i4">For glory, or for shame.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_CHILD_OF_A_YEAR_AND_A_DAY" id="THE_CHILD_OF_A_YEAR_AND_A_DAY">THE CHILD OF A YEAR AND A DAY.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">To</span> grief the night-hours keeping,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A mournful mother lay<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon her pillow, weeping—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her babe had passed away.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When she had clasped her treasure<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A year and yet a day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of time ’t was all its measure—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">’T was gone, like morning’s ray!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The jewel, Heaven had shown her,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of worth surpassing gold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was lent her, by its Owner—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">’T was never earth’s to hold.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then, fondly hovering o’er her,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A bright young angel hung;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And warm the love it bore her,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And sweet the song it sung:<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“O mother, why this weeping?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Let all thy sorrow cease:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My infant form is sleeping,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where nought can break its peace.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“And he, who once was blessing<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Such little children here,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My spirit now possessing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Will hold me ever dear.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“I never knew the dreading<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of death’s all-conquering blow;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My mortal raiment shedding,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I rose above the foe.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“Where sickness cannot pain me—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where comes nor grief nor night—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where sin shall never stain me,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I dwell, a child of light.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“While many a pilgrim hoary<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Treads long earth’s weary way,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I have eternal glory<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For one short year and day.”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet that sweet angel singing<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Its mother could not hear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For grief her heart was wringing—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She ’d but a mortal ear.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She could not see the beaming<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of his celestial crown;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For fast her tears were streaming;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her soul to dust bowed down.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A voice from heaven then falling<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In soothing tones to her,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As of a Father, calling,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Revealed the Comforter.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And, lifting up her lowly<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And sorrow-laden eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She saw the King all holy<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Upon the throne Most High.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Where shining hosts were pouring<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their praises forth to Him,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She saw her child adoring,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Amid the Seraphim.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_BELIEVERS_MOUNTAINS" id="THE_BELIEVERS_MOUNTAINS">THE BELIEVER’S MOUNTAINS.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Not</span> to the mount, where fire and smoke<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Jehovah’s face concealed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When loud to wandering man he spoke,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To make his law revealed—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not to the awful splendor there<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Can turn my fearful eye:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To hear its thunderings, and to dare<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Its lightnings, were to die.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Not on the mount where Moses stood,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The promised land to see<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Across the waves of Jordan’s flood,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Is yet the place for me.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My spirit could not bear to take<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That fair and glorious view,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor dare her wondrous launch to make,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To try the waters through.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Not to the mount where Christ appeared<br /></span>
<span class="i2">At once so heavenly bright;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While they, who heard the Father, feared,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And fell before the light—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not there, my Saviour ever nigh,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Do I his footsteps trace:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His closer followers far, than I,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Attain that higher place.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But, to the mount without a name,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where Jesus sat and taught,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I daily would assert my claim,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To share the bread he brought.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His words before that multitude<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Dropt to his chosen few,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are manna for my morning food,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My soul’s sweet evening dew.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If to Temptation’s mount I go,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That mount <em>exceeding high</em>,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My Lord, again rebuke our foe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And bid the tempter fly.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No kingdom may I seek, but thine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And let my glory be<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A light, reflected pure from thine—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My portion, life with thee!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Oft to the mount of midnight shade,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of solitude and prayer,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ascend, my soul, be not afraid<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thy Guide to follow there.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The height and stillness of the scene,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When thou that path hast trod,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Forbids this world to rush between<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A spirit and her God.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The mount whereon my Saviour stood,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And o’er the city wept—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where fell his wo-wrung drops of blood,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">While his disciples slept—<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span>
<span class="i0">There may I go, yet not to sleep<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till Jesus be betrayed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But, as he went, to pray and weep<br /></span>
<span class="i2">O’er sufferings sin hath made.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And to the solemn, shuddering mount,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where Christ received the cup<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of death, to offer us a fount<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of life, must I go up.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And I must look upon his wo,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">On that empurpled tree,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To learn how vast a debt I owe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By what he paid for me.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thence to the mount of Galilee<br /></span>
<span class="i2">May I the way pursue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With joy my risen Lord to see,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ere he ascends from view.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For lo! the heavens their gates unfold<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To take their coming King:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His angels harp on strings of gold,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And “Hallelujah!” sing.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Now on Mount Zion may I seek<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My shield—my strong, high tower;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And thence, though here so dark and weak,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Be clothed with light and power.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then at that holy mountain’s top,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My soul, no more to roam,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Unfurl thy wings—thine ashes drop;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And gain thy glorious home.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_NIGHT_AND_THE_MORNING" id="THE_NIGHT_AND_THE_MORNING">THE NIGHT AND THE MORNING.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">A solemn</span> night is o’er Jerusalem;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nature astonished, shrouds herself in gloom;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For he, who was the babe of Bethlehem,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Is now a victim slain, and in the tomb!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The blood, which started with the agony<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That in the garden forced his swelling veins,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In crimson streams has poured on Calvary;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A rocky cavern holds his pale remains.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He walked with men, serene in holiness,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The meek, the merciful, through taunts and strife;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The front of pride he met with lowliness,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And bowed to death to lift his foes to life.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Fast as their sins grew bold and multiplied,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His bitter cup was filling to the brim.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here doth he lie, the pale, the crucified,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With damps and shadows gathered over him.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The dismal night moves on but heavily,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">While they, who came the sepulchre to keep<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With bristling spears, the Roman soldiery,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Would fain resign their glittering arms for sleep.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet they must wake or die; the sentinel<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Must keep his constant vigils round the spot<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where he shall find the watch of Israel:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The life, the spirit moves, and heeds him not.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Within the grave, that power victorious<br /></span>
<span class="i2">O’er death and darkness, far from mortal sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hath wrought the body bright and glorious<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For resurrection by the morning light.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And lo! the shades of night are vanishing;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The guard behold, as comes the dawning day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her dubious gloom and dimness banishing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The stone that barred the tomb is rolled away.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But, where ’s the form that in the drapery,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which wraps the dead, lay, spiritless and cold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Within the vault so still and shadowy,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That, as a prison-guard, they came to hold?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">That form is gone; its cast-off covering,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The sad habiliments of death, are here,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With burial odors round them hovering,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And white-robed angels calmly sitting near.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But, see the garden, fair and flowering,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where new-born lilies worship from their stalks;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And boughs with blossoms bend, embowering<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The dewy pathway! there the Saviour walks.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The guilty city still is slumbering,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">While he is risen from the broken tomb;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As one his vines and fruit trees numbering,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He breathes the incense of their opening bloom.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The moon, now fading in the occident,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Is not so mild, so heavenly fair as he.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sun, just rising in the orient,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hath less of glory than in him we see.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Nature, that, for his death and burial,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hath put on darkness, as a mourning weed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Arrayed in light as for a festival,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Proclaims afar, “The Lord is risen indeed!”<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="I_SHALL_BE_SATISFIED" id="I_SHALL_BE_SATISFIED">I SHALL BE SATISFIED.</a></h3>
<p class="small likeh3">“I shall be satisfied when I awake in thy likeness.”</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">May</span> I in thy likeness, my Saviour, awake,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And rise, a fair image of thee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then I shall be satisfied, when I can break<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This prison of clay, and be free.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Can I but come forth to eternity’s light,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With thy perfect features to shine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In raiment unsullied from time’s dreary night,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What honor and joy will be mine!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yes, I shall be satisfied then to have cast<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The shadows of nature all by—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When, darkness and dust from the dull eyelid past,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My soul sees with full-opened eye.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">How fain would I know the great morn drawing near,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When earth’s dreamy visions shall fade,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If I in thy semblance indeed may appear,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And stand in thy beauty arrayed!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To see thee in glory, O Lord, as thou art,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From this mortal, perishing clay<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My spirit immortal, in peace would depart,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And, joyous, mount up her bright way.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When on thine own image in me thou hast smiled,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In thy holy mansion, and when<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy fatherly arms have encircled thy child,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">O I shall be satisfied then!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_PENITENTIAL_TEAR" id="THE_PENITENTIAL_TEAR">THE PENITENTIAL TEAR.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Thou</span> trembling, pure, and holy thing!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What skill from ocean’s depths can bring,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Or toil from out the mine—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What monarch in his diadem,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or glittering garb, produce a gem,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Whose brightness equals thine?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thy source is deeper than the caves<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of riven rock, or opening waves,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Invisible as air:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And, though the angel throng above<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Behold thee with delight and love,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">They ne’er can have thee there.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Nor change, nor age thy sheen can dim;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou ’rt now unstained as when with him,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Who dared, in olden time,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thrice his dear, suffering Lord deny;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then, melted at the Saviour’s eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And paid thee for his crime.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Called from the treasures of the soul<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By power divine, when thou dost roll<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Forth from the mourner’s eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy wearer thou dost then proclaim<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The heir of life, who has his name<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Writ in the Book on high.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thou art a pearl, that all may own,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And when thy matchless worth is known<br /></span>
<span class="i4">To those, who wear thee here,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They will be changed, and shall behold<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The shining gates of heaven unfold,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Bright Penitential Tear!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="TEACHINGS_OF_GOD" id="TEACHINGS_OF_GOD">TEACHINGS OF GOD.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">He</span> reigns on high, a glorious King,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In ocean, earth, and air;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He moves and governs every thing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For God is every where.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The waters at his bidding flow,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The mountain and its flower<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their majesty and beauty show,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As traces of his power.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The lilies by the meadow rills<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Are leaning on his hand;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And so the cedar of the hills,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The palm and olive stand.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He formed the birds, that sport along<br /></span>
<span class="i2">On light and brilliant wing;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And tuned them with the voice of song<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And joy his praise to sing.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This earth is ours, so rich and fair<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From him, who made it thus—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who sends his angels down with care<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To minister to us.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The rainbow, with its beauteous dies,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A pledge to man, is lent<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By him, who spreads the shining skies<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Around him, “as a tent.”<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The heavens, my child, are full of him!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yon radiant sun above<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is but an image, cold and dim,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of his great power and love.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He placed that glorious orb on high,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In splendor there to roll,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To warm the world, to light the eye;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He lights and warms the soul.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And lest the night with sable shade<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That azure vault should mar,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He moved his finger there, and made,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">At every touch, a star.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">With these the moon, his beaming gift,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Here lets her lustre fall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our thoughts to win, our hearts to lift<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To him, who gave them all.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And he is ours—that Holy One,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our Father, Guide, and Friend;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In ways untravelled by the sun,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In love that ne’er shall end.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">’T is sweet to worship him below,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With his approving eye<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To mark the way, our spirits go<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To seek his face on high.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_HERALDS_CRY_IN_THE_DESERT" id="THE_HERALDS_CRY_IN_THE_DESERT">THE HERALD’S CRY IN THE DESERT.</a></h3>
<div class="quote-container">
<div class="quote">
<p>“He was not that Light; but was sent to bear witness of that
Light.”</p>
<p class="right">
<span class="smcap">St. John</span> i. 8.
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Awake</span>, O ye nations, and, shaking<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The slumber of death from your eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Behold the fair morn in its breaking,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The <span class="smcap">Sun</span> of all glory arise.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He comes, mist and dimness dispelling;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The shadows and clouds flee away:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ho! all, that in darkness are dwelling,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Spring up, and rejoice in the day!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Ye dying, life’s waters revealing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He ’ll show you to fountain and streams:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ye wounded, for you he brings healing;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Come out and repose in his beams.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Come, all ye disconsolate, hailing<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Your King in his beauty and might;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His raiment mount Ebal is veiling;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Mount Gerizim shines with his light.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O praise him, ye weary, in wonder<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To feel your hard burdens unbound!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ye captives, your bars fall asunder;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With shoutings leap forth at the sound.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Your names on his breastplate he ’s wearing;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They ’re set as the seal of his ring;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ye nations, your highways preparing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Receive, and be glad in your King!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="OUR_FATHERS_WELL" id="OUR_FATHERS_WELL">OUR FATHER’S WELL.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Come</span>, let ’s go back, my brother,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And, by our father’s well,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sit down beside each other,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Life’s little dreams to tell.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For there we played together,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In childhood’s sunny hours;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Before life’s stormy weather<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Had killed its morning flowers.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And since no draught we ’ve tasted,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Its weary journey through,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As we so far have hasted,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Like that our father drew;<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I feel, as at a mountain,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I cannot pass nor climb,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till from that distant fountain<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I drink, as in my prime.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">My spirit’s longing, thirsting,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">No waters else can quell;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My heart seems near to bursting<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To reach that good old well.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Though all be changed around it,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And though so changed are we,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Just where our father found it,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That pure well spring will be.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In earth, when deeply going,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He reached and smote the rock;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He set its fount to flowing—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It opened at his knock.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The way, he smoothed and stoned it,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A close, round, shadowy cell;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whoever since has owned it,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It is our father’s well!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">His prattling son and daughter,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With each an infant’s cup,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We waited for the water,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His steady hand drew up.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When we had paused and listened,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till down the bucket dashed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O how it, rising, glistened,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And to the sunlight flashed!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And since that moment, never<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Has that cool deep been dry;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Its fount is living ever,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">While man and seasons die.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Around its mouth is growing<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The moss of many a year;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But from its heart is flowing<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The water sweet and clear.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Fond memory near it lingers,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And, like a happy child,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She plucks, with busy fingers,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And wreathes the roses wild.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet many a lip, whose burning<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Its limpid drops allayed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Has since, to ashes turning,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Been veiled in silent shade.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Still we are here, and telling<br /></span>
<span class="i2">About our infant play;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where that free spring is welling,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So true, and far away.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But O! the change, my brother!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our father’s head is hoar;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The tender name of mother<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Is ours to call no more.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And now, around thee gather<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Such little ones as we<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were then, beside our father,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And look to theirs in thee.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">While fast our years are wasting,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their numbers none can tell;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So let us hence be hasting<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To find our Father’s well.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Come, we will speed us thither,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And from its mossy brink,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To flowers that ne’er shall wither<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Look up to heaven and drink.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They spring beside the waters,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our Father there will give<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To all his sons and daughters,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where they shall drink and live.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_MOTHERS_DREAM" id="THE_MOTHERS_DREAM">THE MOTHER’S DREAM.</a></h3>
<div class="quote-container">
<div class="quote">
<p class="center-right">“And I will give him the morning star.”</p>
<p class="right">
<span class="smcap">Rev.</span> ii. 28.
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Methought</span>, once more to my wishful eye<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My beautiful boy had come:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My sorrow was gone, my cheek was dry,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And gladness around my home.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I saw the form of my dear, lost child!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">All kindled with life he came;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And he spake in his own sweet voice, and smiled,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As soon as I called his name.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The garb he wore looked heavenly white,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As the feathery snow comes down,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And warm, as it shone in the softened light<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That fell from his dazzling crown.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">His eye was bright with a joy serene,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His cheek with a deathless bloom,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That only the eye of my soul hath seen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When looking beyond the tomb.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The odors of flowers, from the thornless land<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where we deem that our blest ones are,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Seemed borne in his skirts; and his soft right hand<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was holding a radiant star.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">His feet, unshod, looked tender and fair,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As the lily’s opening bell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Half veiled in a cloud of glory, as there<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Around him, in folds, it fell.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I asked him how he was clothed anew—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who circled his head with light—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And whence he returned to meet my view<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So calm and heavenly bright.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I asked him where he had been so long<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Away from his mother’s care—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Again to sing me his infant song,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And to kneel by my side in prayer.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He said, “Sweet mother, the song I sing<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Is not for an earthly ear:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I touch the harp with a golden string,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For the hosts of heaven to hear.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“It was but a gently fleeting breath,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That severed thy child from thee!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The fearful shadow, in time, called Death,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hath ministered life to me.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“My voice in an angel choir I lift;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And high are the notes we raise:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I hold the sign of a priceless gift,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And the Giver, who hath our praise.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“‘The bright and the morning star’ is he,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who bringeth eternal day!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And, mother, he giveth himself to thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To lighten thine earthly way.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“The race is short to a peaceful goal,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And He is never afar,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who saith of the wise, untiring soul,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">‘I will give him the morning star!’<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“Thy measure of care for me was filled,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And pure to its crystal top;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For Faith, with a steady eye, distilled<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And numbered every drop.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“While thou wast teaching my lips to move,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And my heart to rise in prayer,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I learned the way to a world above;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The home of thy child is there!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“The secret prayers, thou didst make for me,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That only thy God hath known,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Arose, like sweet incense, holy and free,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And gathered around his throne.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“My robe was filled with the perfume sweet<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To shed upon this world’s air,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As I joyful knelt, at my Saviour’s feet,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For the glorious crown I wear.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“In that bright, blissful world of ours,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The waters of life I drink:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Behold my feet, as they ’ve pressed the flowers,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That grow by the fountain’s brink!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“No thorn is hidden to wound me there;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">There ’s nothing of chill, or blight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or sighing to blend with the balmy air—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">No sorrow—no pain—no night!”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“No <em>parting</em>?” I asked, with a burst of joy;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And the lovely illusion broke!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My rapture had banished my beauteous boy—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To a shadowy void I spoke.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But, O! that <span class="smcap">STAR</span> of the morn still beams<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With light to direct my feet<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where, when I have done with my earthly dreams,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The mother and child may meet.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_WAR-SPIRIT_ON_BUNKERS_HEIGHT" id="THE_WAR-SPIRIT_ON_BUNKERS_HEIGHT">THE WAR-SPIRIT ON BUNKER’S HEIGHT.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> sun walked the skies in the splendor of June,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O’er earth full of promise, and air full of tune;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The broad azure streams calmly rolled to the deep,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose waves on its breast stirred like babes in their sleep.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The turf heaved its green to the white vestured flock,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That fed, or reposed in the shade of the rock;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The birds sang their songs by their nests in the bowers;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the bee hummed with sweets from the fresh opened flowers.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The humming-bird glittered, and whirred o’er the cell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where her nectar was stored, from the hill to the dell;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Mid the bloom and the perfume, that passed on the breeze,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From the rose, and the vine, and the fruit-bearing trees.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">It seemed like a gala, when Nature, arrayed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In festival robes, with her treasures displayed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Reflected the smile of her Maker above,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And offered up hymns of her thanksgiving love.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And yet, in the bosom of man there were fires<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fierce, quenchless and fearful—consuming desires<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For right unpossessed, and for lawless domain,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That burned to the soul, and that flamed to the brain.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In the streets there was clanging and gleaming of arms;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In the dwellings, resolve, preparation, alarms;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In the eye of the wife, mother, sister, a tear;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In the face of their soldier, no semblance of fear.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The patriot chieftain had marked out his ground,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To hold, or to fall, if his foe passed the bound:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And now was the hero to close in the strife,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For death as a bondman, or freedom with life.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The war-spirit hovered, and frowned on the height,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His eye flashing lightning—his wings shedding night!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From his wide fiery nostrils rolled volumes of smoke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the rocks roared afar, as in thunder he spoke.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">At his dread shock of nature, the lamb from its play,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The bee and the bird, in affright fled away;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The branch, flower, and grass, felt the crush and the scath,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the winds passing by, snuffed the heat of his wrath.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">With blood, that, in torrents, he poured down like rain,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He drenched the green turf, that he strewed with the slain,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till the eminence groaned with the carnage it bore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And its heart heaved and shuddered at drinking the gore.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">While the breath of the war-spirit scented the air,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The rivers looked wild in reflecting his glare;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And ocean’s cold bosom was torn, as he gave<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The flap of his pinion to trouble its wave.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The village besieged, wrapped in flames from his breath,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Looked up to the hill, where he revelled with death,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And swelled with the essence of life he had shed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To sweeten their cup, and the banquet to spread.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O War-spirit! War-spirit, when didst thou bring<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Such trophies of beauty before the pale king,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Since walking on Gilboa’s height, in thy power,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of Israel’s valiant to mow down the flower?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Mourn, wail, O ye people! and spread wide the pall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose deep sable fringe down the hill-sides shall fall!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your brethren’s warm blood cries aloud from the ground,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That hosts, like Philistia’s, in triumph surround.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The lovely, the pleasant have perished! Alas!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where they fell may there hence be no dew on the grass!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let a monument there, towards the heavens rear its head,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From a base, that shall cover the spot where they bled!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Ah, War-spirit! War-spirit, deep was the gloom,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though heaven was unclouded, and earth all in bloom,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When thou, at the onset, that young summer’s day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Didst strike so much valor to darkness away!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And yet, by that thunder, the land is awake:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’T was the crack of her yoke when beginning to break!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And out of that gloom is her glory to spread;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her living be franchised, immortal her dead.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For up from that summit an eagle shall rise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To breast the thick clouds, till he sails the blue skies;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And drop, while he bathes at the fountain of light,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A plume from his pinion their story to write.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">It shall fall where they fell, on the still purple sward,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Full and warm with the sunbeams their deeds to record;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And move o’er the scroll in the hand of the free,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While the wing where it grew spans the earth and the sea.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_INNER_SELF" id="THE_INNER_SELF">THE INNER SELF.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">While</span> others lie composed in sleep,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Close wrapped in shade and silence deep,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And starry hosts and angels keep<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their vigils o’er the night,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I have a curious work to do,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A secret door to venture through,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A wondrous being then to view;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If I can stand the sight.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I now take up the sacred key,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Unlock my breast, and pass to see<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The inmost, true, essential ME:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And lo! I here have found,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Enclosed within its shrine, the heart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Myself, my thinking, reasoning part:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But say, my spirit, what thou art,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And whence, and whither bound!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">’T is but with wonder, reverence, fear<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And shrinking, that I thus draw near<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The majesty, that meets me here,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My soul, unveiled, in thee!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I cannot give thy form, or hue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or measure, or proportions true;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But feel myself myself subdue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thou deepening mystery.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Not all the earth, nor air, nor sea<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Could furnish food to nourish thee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor welling founts, nor rivers free,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The spirit’s thirst allay:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor silver web, nor cloth of gold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor stuffs, that time can e’er unfold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor pearls, nor gems this world may hold,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Compose thee an array.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet all the fibres of my frame<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Own that from thee their feeling came;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And, at the slightest touch, will claim<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thy closest sympathy.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou art their life, their light, their spring,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Informing them in every thing,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But how they are allied, and cling,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My nobler self, to thee.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And do I thus the power survey,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whom all my meaner powers obey?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hand, foot and tongue and eye—are they<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The servants of thy will?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And when they pause, repose to take,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dost thou, untiring and awake,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy pinions spread, and swiftly make<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thy wide excursions still?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">What art thou, never slumbering soul,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To stretch thy wings from pole to pole—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To span the globe—to mark its roll—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Its elements to see,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Conspiring thus, to prophesy<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Its end to come before thine eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whilst thou canst fire and flood defy,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor ever cease to be?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And, swifter than an eagle flies,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or arrows dart, dost thou arise<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Through air and space, and scale the skies,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">’Mid shining spheres to roam:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with thy conscious rank elate,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dost stand and watch at heaven’s bright gate,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For glimpses of that rich estate<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where thou may’st claim thy home.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thence, near the pit dost thou go down,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To spy the difference ’twixt the crown<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of life, and that dread withering frown,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which blights a spirit there.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then, on eternity’s dark brink,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Between them dost thou pause, and think,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And ask, if thou shalt soar or sink—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To joy or wo the heir.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Too blind to trace thy being’s plan,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Too small my nobler part to span,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I end my quest where it began,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And from myself retire.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I hence must own within my breast<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A power of unknown powers possessed—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A flame, not long to be repressed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of clear immortal fire.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="TIME" id="TIME">TIME.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Time</span>, with thy kind and never-wearying powers,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Giving whate’er we fondly count as ours;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Life, love, hope, faith, the sun, the stars and flowers;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">All that to man is dear to thee we owe!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet does he call thee, slayer, robber, thief,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And stern, as of his foes thou wert the chief,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Filling his path with ruins, pain and grief,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Without one tender blessing to bestow!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Nature we laud, when thou, paternal Time,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hast given maturity, as well as prime,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To all her works, in every age and clime,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Since the first floweret on her bosom grew.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Light from the darkness doth thy hand unfold:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beauty from dust we in thy deeds behold:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The frail, the dimmed, the withered, worn and old<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thy breath dissolves, that they may shine anew.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The city flames, and melts the tottering wall;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Again she rises fairer for the fall.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou beckonest back the flood! and at thy call,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From crust-capped mounts, volcanic splendors pour.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The absent sun his way to morning bends;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The waning star to thy command attends,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fills out and burns; and man to dust descends,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In hope to live, when thou shalt be no more.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The leaves are scattered, yet the waiting tree<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall have them brought, in verdure, back by thee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The flower has vanished, but the trusting bee<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Will find her cell again with sweetness stored.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The seed may perish, yet the germ will rise;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The grain is ripened while its sheathing dies.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The fruits of earth, the glories of the skies<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Forth by thy bounteous hand to man are poured.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">We owe thee still for gifts far more divine—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The key to joys it never can be thine<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To give or take; and heavenly light to shine<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When we must enter that dark, shadowy vale,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where nought of earth the pathway can illume,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or lend one ray to shoot across the gloom,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That gathers round the threshold of the tomb,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When thou must there, first and forever, fail.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then, why does man so oft forget that he<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Owes all he is, and all he hopes to be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When thou and he are severed, but to thee?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Why does he slay thee piecemeal, day by day?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shut out in exile from thine empire, there,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In that unknown, dread, boundless country, where<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is no retreat, no inn, how will he bear<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To have thy spectre haunt the endless way?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Man’s wisest study is to know thy worth<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And his relations to thee from his birth;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To bring his course o’er this uneven earth,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span>
<span class="i2">In a clear sunset, to a quiet close.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then, as a weary traveller is undressed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While gently thou the spirit may’st divest<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of her worn garment, there remains a rest,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And she goes franchised to that blest repose.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And now, O Time, as one more hasty year<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of thine is gone, thou hast another here!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Grateful we hail it, though the bitter tear<br /></span>
<span class="i2">May have put out the light of joy that shone<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On many a face; though tender, sundered ties<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have changed to chords that vibrate but with sighs,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In many a stricken breast where sorrow lies,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Draining the life-stream, while that year has flown.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Countless the blessings showered in its flight;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And seeming evils, turned and viewed aright,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">May prove but passing clouds, and lined with light.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our trust, deceived in earthly things, may teach<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The restless, eager spirit to forego<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her crushing grasp on hollow hopes, that grow<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like fragile reeds, to mock her hold below;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And after higher, holier joys to reach.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Time</span>, then our nobler aspirations raise!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Since few, and short, and fleeting are our days;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And since, so peaceful are her pleasant ways,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Teach us to wisdom to apply the heart:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So that, when thou hast safely led us through<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy kingdom, with a brighter land in view,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Calm at thy bourn, and with a kind adieu,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We may, as friends, shake hands with thee and part.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="MY_HEAD" id="MY_HEAD">MY HEAD.</a></h3>
<div class="quote-container">
<div class="quote" style="margin-left:12%">
<span class="i0">“The day is come I never thought to see!<br /></span>
<span class="i1">Strange revolutions of my farm and me.”<br /></span>
<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Dryden’s Virgil.</span></p>
</div>
</div>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">My</span> head! my head! the day is come<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I never, never thought to see;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When all, with fingers and a thumb,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">May to thy chambers have a key!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">That is, if thou wouldst but submit<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To come beneath the learned touch,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And let the judge in judgment sit<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Upon thy bumps, that prove so much.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I used to think our heads might let<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their own contents, at will, be shown;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I never thought mankind could get<br /></span>
<span class="i2">An outward way to make them known.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But now the sapient hand has cut<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The matter short, and all may tell<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy value, as they ’d prize a nut,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And know the kernel by the shell.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If half the light, that has been thrown<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><em>On</em> heads, were only poured <em>within</em>,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou wouldst not thus be left to own<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The darkness that is now thy sin.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But, while the world is in a blaze<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of purely phrenologic light,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou, wildered thing, art in a maze,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And destitute of faith and sight.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They use a thousand meaning words<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thou couldst not utter or define,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of which, to tell the truth, three thirds<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Were gravel, in a mouth like thine.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They hold me out an empty skull,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To show the powers of living brains:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’T is just like feeling of the hull,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To tell what goods the ship contains.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And, whether nature or mishap<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Have raised the bump, ’t is all the same;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sage’s crown, or dunce’s cap<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Must be awarded as its claim.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This hobby, that so many sit,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And manage with such ease and grace,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I dare not try with rein or bit,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It seems so of the donkey race.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And yet, my head, no doubt, ’t is all<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A fault of thine, a want of sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That so much said by Combe and Gall<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And Spurzheim cannot turn thee right.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I know not what thy case may be,—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If thou art hollow, or opaque;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I only know thou canst not see,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And faith declines one step to take.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This burst of light has turned thee numb,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Depriving thee of every sense;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So now, if tried, thou must be dumb,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor say one word in self-defence!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_WHEAT_FIELD" id="THE_WHEAT_FIELD">THE WHEAT FIELD.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Field</span> of wheat, so full and fair,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shining, with thy sunny hair<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lightly waving either way,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Graceful as the breezes play—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Looking like a summer sea;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How I love to gaze at thee!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pleasant art thou to the sight;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And to thought a rich delight.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then, thy voice is music sweet,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Softly sighing field of wheat.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Pointing upward to the sky,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rising straight, and aiming high,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Every stalk is seen to shoot<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As an arrow, from the root.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like a well-trained company,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All in uniform agree,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From the footing to the ear;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All in order strict appear.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Marshalled by a skilful hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All together bow, or stand<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Still, within the proper bound:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">None o’ersteps the given ground,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With its tribute held to pay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At his nod whom they obey,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Each the gems, that stud its crown,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will ere long, for man, lay down.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Thou with promise art replete<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of the precious sheaves of wheat.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">How thy strength in weakness lies!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not a robber bird, that flies,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Finds support whereby to put<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On a stalk her lawless foot.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not a predatory beak<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Plunges down, thy stores to seek,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where the guard of silver spears<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Keeps the fruit, and decks the ears.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No vain insect, that could do<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Harm to thee, dares venture through<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Such an armory, or eat<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Off the sheath to take the wheat.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">What a study do we find<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Opened here for eye and mind!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In it who can offer less,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than to wonder, and confess,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That on this high-favored ground,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Faith is blest, and hope is crowned.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Charity her arms may spread<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wide from it, with gifts of bread.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wisdom, power, and goodness meet<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In the bounteous field of wheat.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_LITTLE_TRAVELLER" id="THE_LITTLE_TRAVELLER">THE LITTLE TRAVELLER.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">I am</span> the tiniest child of earth,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But still, I would like to be known to fame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though next to nothing I had my birth,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And lowest of all is my lowly name.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet, if so humble my native place,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I this can say, in family pride,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That I ’m of the world’s most numerous race,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And made by the Maker of all beside.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Although I ’m so poor, I have nought to lose;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Still I ’m so little I can’t be lost:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I journey about wherever I choose,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And those, who carry me, bear the cost.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The most forgiving of earthly things,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I often cling to my deadly foe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And, spite of the cruelest flirts and flings,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Arise by the force that has cast me low.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When beauty has trodden me under foot,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I ’ve quietly risen her face to seek,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Embraced her forehead, or calmly put<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Myself to rest in her dimpled cheek.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I ’ve ridden to war on the soldier’s plume;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But startled, and sprung at the wild affray,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sights of horror, of fire and fume,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And fled on the wing of the winds away.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I ’ve visited courts, and been ushered in<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By the proudest guest of the stately scene;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I ’ve touched his majesty’s bosom-pin,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And the nuptial ring of his lofty queen.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">At the royal board, in the grand parade,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I ’ve oft been one familiar and free:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The fairest lady has smiled, and laid<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her delicate, gloveless hand on me.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Philosopher, poet, the learned, the sage,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Never declines a call from me;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all, of every rank and age,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Admit me into their <em>coterie</em>.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I visit the lions of every where,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If human, or brute, and can testify<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To what they do, to what they wear,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To wonders none ever beheld but I!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And now, reviewing the things I ’ve done,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Forgetting my name, my rank and birth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I begin to think I am number one<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of the great and manifold things of earth.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I ’ve still much more, that I yet might tell,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which modesty bids me here withhold;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For fear with my travels I seem to swell,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">grow, for an <span class="smcap">ATOM OF DUST</span>, too bold!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_ENTANGLED_FLY" id="THE_ENTANGLED_FLY">THE ENTANGLED FLY.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Ah</span>, thou unfortunate!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Poor, silly fly,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Caught in the spider’s web,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hung there to die!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What could have tempted thee?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What led thee there,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For thy foe, thus to throw<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Around thee the snare?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Struggling and crying so<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ne’er can unweave<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From thee the silken threads,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Laid to deceive.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sorrow for wandering<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Comes now in vain;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And, with one thus undone,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Grief adds to pain.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet, I will rescue thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Unwary thing!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou may’st again be off,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">High on the wing,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If thou wilt promise me,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hence to be found<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Never more, as before,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">On evil ground.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Trust not the flatterer<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Skilled to ensnare:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He is a wily one;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Think, and beware.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Down to his dusky ways<br /></span>
<span class="i2">No more descend!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Little fly, thou and I<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Both want a friend.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Man hath an enemy,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whose snare is laid<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Softly and silently,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Deep in the shade.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Light, by the tempter shunned,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Only can show<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where, secure, free, and pure,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our feet may go.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_PEACH_BLOSSOMS" id="THE_PEACH_BLOSSOMS">THE PEACH BLOSSOMS.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Come</span> here! come here! cousin Mary, and see<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What fair, ripe peaches there are on the tree—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On the very same bough that was given to me<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By father, one day last spring.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When it looked so beautiful, all in the blow,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And I wanted to pluck it, he told me, you know,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I might, but that waiting a few months would show<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The fruit, that patience might bring.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And as I perceived, by the sound of his voice,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the look of his eye, it was clearly his choice<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That it should not be touched, I have now to rejoice<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That I told him we ’d let it remain;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For, had it been gathered when full in the flower,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Its blossoms had withered, perhaps, in an hour,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And nothing on earth could have given the power<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That would make them flourish again.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But now, of a fruit so delicious and sweet<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I ’ve enough for myself and my playmates a treat;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And they tell me, besides, that the kernels secrete<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What, if planted, will make other trees:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For the shell will come open to let down the root;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A sprout will spring up, whence the branches will shoot;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There ’ll be buds, leaves, and blossoms; and then comes the fruit—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Such beautiful peaches as these!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And Nature, they say, like a mighty machine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Has a wheel in a wheel, which, if aught comes between,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It ruins her work, as it might have been seen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Had it not given patience this trial.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From this, I ’ll be careful to keep it in mind,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When the blossoms I love, that there lingers behind<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A better reward, that the trusting shall find<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For a trifling self-denial.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_BROKEN_PIPE" id="THE_BROKEN_PIPE">THE BROKEN PIPE.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Come</span> here, little Willie:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Why, what is the trouble?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">“I ’ve broke my new pipe, ma’—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I can’t make a bubble!”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Well, do n’t weep for that, child,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But brighten your face,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And tell how the grievous<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Disaster took place.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“Why, Puss came along;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And, said I, ‘Now she ’ll think<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That white, frothy water<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Is milk she may drink.’<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“So I set it before her,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And plunged her mouth in,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When up came both paws,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And clung fast to my chin.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“Then I gave her a blow<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With my pipe; and it flew<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At once into pieces!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">O what shall I do?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“I can’t make a bubble!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I wish naughty Kit<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Had been a mile off:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">See! there ’s blood on me yet!”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I ’m sorry, my boy; yet<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Your loss is but just;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You first deceived Pussy,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And trifled with trust.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In this, when you failed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">You compelled her; and thence<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The wound on your face,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From poor Kit’s self-defence.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then, when you grew cruel<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And beat her, you know<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your pipe and yourself<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Fared the worst for the blow.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Let this lesson teach you,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hence never to stoop<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To make man, or brute,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That may trust you, a dupe.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And when you have power,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It should not be abused,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oppressing the weaker,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor strength be misused.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For, often, unkindness<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Returns whence it came;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And ever deceit must<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Be followed by shame.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Remember this, William,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And here end your sorrow;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I ’ll buy you a pipe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To blow bubbles, to-morrow.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="VIVY_VAIN" id="VIVY_VAIN">VIVY VAIN.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Miss Vain was all given to dress—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Too fond of gay clothing; and so,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She ’d gad about town<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Just to show a new gown,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As a train-band their color to show.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Her head being empty and light,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whene’er she obtained a new hat,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With pride in her air,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She ’d go round, here and there,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For all whom she knew to see that.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Her folly was chiefly in this:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">More highly she valued fine looks,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Than virtue, or truth,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or devoting her youth<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To usefulness, friendship, or books.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Her passion for show was unchecked;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And therefore, it happened one day,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Arrayed in bright hues,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And with new hat and shoes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Miss Vain walked abroad for display.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She took the most populous streets,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To cause but aversion in those,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who saw how she ’d prinked,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And to bystanders winked,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While the boys cried, “Halloo! there she goes!”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">It chanced, that, in passing one way,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She came near a pool, and a green<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With fence close and high;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And, as Vivy drew nigh,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A donkey stood near it unseen.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He put his mouth over its top,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The moment she came by his place;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And gave a loud bray<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In her ear, when, away<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She sprang, shrieked, and fell on her face.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She thought she was swallowed alive,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Awhile upon earth lying flat;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And the terrible sound<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Seemed to furrow the ground,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She embraced in her fine gown and hat.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She gathered herself up, and ran,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet heeded not whither or whence,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To flee from the roar,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That continued to pour<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Behind her, from over the fence.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In passing a slope near the pool,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She slipped and rolled down to its brim;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The geese gave a shout,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And at length hissed her out<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of the bounds, where they ’d gathered to swim.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In turning a corner, she met<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Abruptly, the horns of a cow<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That mooed, while the cur,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">At her heels, turned from her,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And aimed at Miss Vain his “bow-wow.”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then Vivy’s bright ribbons and skirt,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As she flew, flirted high on the wind;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The children at play,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Paused to see one so gay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all in a flutter behind.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A group of glad schoolboys came by:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Said they, “So it seems, that to-day,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Miss Vain carries marks<br /></span>
<span class="i2">At which the dog barks,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And that make sober Long-Ears to bray.”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And when, all bedraggled and pale,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Poor Vivy approached her own door,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She went, swift and straight<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As a dart, through the gate,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Abhorring the gay gear she wore.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She sat down, and thought of the scene<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With humiliation and tears:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The words, and the noise<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of the brutes and the boys<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were echoing still in her ears.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She reasoned, and came at the cause,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Resolving that cause to remove;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And thence, her desire<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was for modest attire,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And her heart and her mind to improve.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And soon, all who knew her before<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Remarked on the change and the gain<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In mind, and in mien,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And in dress, that were seen<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In the once flashy Miss Vivy Vain.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_MOCKING_BIRD" id="THE_MOCKING_BIRD">THE MOCKING BIRD.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i4"><span class="smcap">A Mocking</span> Bird was he,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">In a bushy, blooming tree,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Imbosomed by the foliage and flower.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And there he sat and sang,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Till all around him rang,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With sounds, from out the merry mimic’s bower.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">The little satirist<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Piped, chattered, shrieked, and hissed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He then would moan, and whistle, quack, and caw;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Then, carol, drawl, and croak,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">As if he ’d pass a joke<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On every other winged one he saw.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">Together he would catch<br /></span>
<span class="i4">A gay and plaintive snatch,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And mingle notes of half the feathered throng.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">For well the mocker knew,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Of every thing that flew,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To imitate the manner and the song.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">The other birds drew near,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And paused awhile to hear<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How well he gave their voices and their airs.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And some became amused;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">While some, disturbed, refused<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To own the sounds that others said were theirs.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">The sensitive were shocked,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">To find their honors mocked<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By one so pert and voluble as he;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">They knew not if ’t was done<br /></span>
<span class="i4">In earnest or in fun;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And fluttered off in silence from the tree.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">The silliest grew vain,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">To think a song or strain<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of theirs, however weak, or loud, or hoarse,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Was worthy to be heard<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Repeated by the bird;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For of his wit they could not feel the force.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">The charitable said,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">“Poor fellow! if his head<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is turned, or cracked, or has no talent left;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">But feels the want of powers,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And plumes itself from ours,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why, we shall not be losers by the theft.”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">The haughty said, “He thus,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">It seems, would mimic us,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And steal our songs, to pass them for his own!<br /></span>
<span class="i4">But if he only quotes<br /></span>
<span class="i4">In honor of our notes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We then were quite as honored, let alone.”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">The wisest said, “If foe,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Or friend, we still may know<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span>
<span class="i0">By him, wherein our greatest failing lies.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">So, let us not be moved,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Since first to be improved<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By every thing, becomes the truly wise.”<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_BIRDS_HOME" id="THE_BIRDS_HOME">THE BIRD’S HOME.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i4"><span class="smcap">O where</span> is thy home, sweet bird,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With the song, and the bright, glossy plume?<br /></span>
<span class="i4">“I ’ll tell thee where I rest,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">If thou wilt not rob my nest;—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I built among the sweet apple bloom.”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">But what ’s in thy nest, bright bird?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What ’s there, in the snug, downy cell?<br /></span>
<span class="i4">“If thou wilt not rob the tree;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Nor go too near, to see<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My quiet little home, I will tell.”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">O! I will not thy trust betray,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But closely thy secret I will keep.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">“I ’ve three little tender things,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">That have never used their wings!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I left them there, at home, fast asleep.”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">Then, why art thou here, my bird,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Away from thy young, helpless brood?<br /></span>
<span class="i4">“To pay thee with a song,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Just to let me pass along,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor harm me, as I look for their food!”<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_BIRD_UNCAGED" id="THE_BIRD_UNCAGED">THE BIRD UNCAGED.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">She</span> opened the cage, and away there flew<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A bright little bird, as a short adieu<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It hastily whistled, and passed the door,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And felt that its sorrowful hours were o’er.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">An anthem of freedom it seemed to sing;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To utter its joy for an outspread wing,—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That now it could sport in the boundless air,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And might go any and every where.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And Anna rejoiced in her bird’s delight;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But her eye was wet, as she marked its flight;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till, this was the song that she seemed to hear;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And, merrily warbled, it dried the tear:<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“I had a mistress, and she was kind,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In all, but keeping her bird confined;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She ministered food and drink to me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But, O I was pining for liberty!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“My fluttering bosom she loved to smooth;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While the heart within it, she could not soothe:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I sickened and longed for the wildwood breeze,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My feathery kindred, and fresh green trees.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“A prisoner there, with a useless wing,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I looked with sorrow on every thing;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span>
<span class="i0">I lost my voice, and forgot my song,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And mourned in silence, the whole day long.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“But I will go back, with a mellower pipe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And sing, when the cherries are round and ripe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On the topmost bough, as I lock my feet,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To help myself, in my leafy seat.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“My merriest notes shall there be heard,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To draw her eye to her franchised bird;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The burden, then, of my song shall be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">‘Earth for the wingless! but air for me!’”<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="DAME_BIDDY" id="DAME_BIDDY">DAME BIDDY.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Dame Biddy</span> abode in a coop,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Because it so chanced, that dame Biddy<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Had round her a family group<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of chicks, young, and helpless and giddy.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And when she had freedom to roam,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She fancied the life of a ranger;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And led off her brood, far from home,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To fall into mischief or danger.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She ’d trail through the grass to be mown,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And call all her children to follow;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And scratch up the seeds that were sown,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then, lie in their places and wallow.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She ’d go where the corn in the hill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Its first little blade had been shooting,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And try, by the strength of her bill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To learn if the kernel was rooting.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And when she went out on a walk<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of pleasure, through thicket and brambles,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The covetous eye of a hawk<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Delighted in marking her rambles.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“I spy,” to himself he would say,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">“A prize of which I ’ll be the winner!”<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So down would he pounce on his prey,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And bear off a chicken for dinner.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The poor frighted matron, that heard<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The cry of her youngling in dying,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Would scream at the merciless bird,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That high with his booty was flying.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But shrieks could not ease her distress,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor grief her lost darling recover.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She now had a chicken the less,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For acting the part of a rover.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And there lay the feathers, all torn,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And flying one way and another,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That still her dear child might have worn,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Had she been more wise as a mother.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Her owner then thought he must teach<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Dame Biddy a little subjection;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And cooped her up, out of the reach<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of hawking, with time for reflection.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And, throwing a net o’er a pile<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of brush-wood that near her was lying,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He hoped to its meshes to wile<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The fowler, that o’er her was flying.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For Hawk, not forgetting his fare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And having a taste to renew it,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sailed round near the coop, high in air,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With cruel intention, to view it.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The owner then said, “Master Hawk,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If you love my chickens so dearly,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come down to my yard for a walk,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That you may address them more nearly.”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But, “No,” thought the sharp-taloned foe<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of Biddy, “my circuit is higher!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If I to his premises go,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">’T will be when I see he ’s not nigh her.”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Farmer strewed barley, and toled<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The chickens the brush to run under,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And left them, while Hawk growing bold,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thus tempted, came near for his plunder.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">As closer and closer he drew,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With appetite stronger and stronger,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He found he ’d but one thing to do,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And plunged, to defer it no longer.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But now had he come to a pause,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">At once in the net-work entangled,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While through it his head and his claws<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In hopeless vacuity dangled.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The chicks saw him hang overhead,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where they for their barley had huddled;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all in a flutter they fled,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And soon through the coop holes had scuddled.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The farmer came out to his snare.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He saw the bold captive was in it;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And said, “If this play be unfair,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Remember, I did not begin it!”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He then put a cork on his beak,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The airy assassin disarming,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Unspurred him, and rendered him weak,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By blunting each talent for harming.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And into the coop he was thrown:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The chickens hid under their mother,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For he, by his feathers was known<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As he, who had murdered their brother.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Dame Biddy, beholding his plight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Determined to show him no quarter,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In action gave vent to her spite;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As motherly tenderness taught her.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She shouted, and blustered; and then<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Attacked the poor captive unfriended;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And you, (who have witnessed a hen<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In anger,) may guess how it ended.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She made him a touching address,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If pecking and scratching could do it,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till, sinking in silent distress,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He perished before she got through it.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">We would not, however, convey<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A thought like approving the fury,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That gave, in this summary way,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Punition, without judge or jury.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Whenever thus given, it tends<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To lessen the angry bestower;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The <em>fowl</em> that inflicts it, descends—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The <em>featherless</em> biped, still lower.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_ENVIOUS_LOBSTER" id="THE_ENVIOUS_LOBSTER">THE ENVIOUS LOBSTER.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">A Lobster</span> from the water came,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And saw another, just the same<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In form and size; but gayly clad<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In scarlet clothing; while she had<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No other raiment to her back<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than her old suit of greenish black.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“So ho!” she cried, “’t is very fine!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your dress was yesterday like mine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in the mud below the sea,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You lived, a crawling thing, like me.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But now, because you ’ve come ashore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You ’ve grown so proud, that what you wore—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your strong old suit of bottle-green,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You think improper to be seen.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To tell the truth, I don ’t see why<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You should be better dressed than I.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And I should like a suit of red<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As bright as yours, from feet to head.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I think I’ m quite as good as you,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And might be clothed in scarlet, too.”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“Will you be boiled?” her owner said,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">“To be arrayed in glowing red?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come here, my discontented miss,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And hear the scalding kettle hiss!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will you go in, and there be boiled,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To have your dress, so old and soiled,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Exchanged for one of scarlet hue?”<br /></span>
<span class="i0">“Yes,” cried the lobster, “that I ’ll do,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And twice as much, if needs must be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To be as gayly clad as she.”<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then, in she made a fatal dive,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And never more was seen alive!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Now, if you ever chance to know<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of one as fond of dress and show<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As that vain lobster, and withal<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As envious, you ’ll perhaps recall<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To mind her folly, and the plight<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In which she reappeared to sight.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She had obtained a bright array,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But for it, thrown herself away!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her life and death were best untold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But for the moral they unfold!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="KIT_WITH_THE_ROSE" id="KIT_WITH_THE_ROSE">KIT WITH THE ROSE.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">A rose tree</span> stood in the parlor,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When kit came frolicking by;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So up went her feet on the window-seat,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To a rose, that had caught her eye.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She gave it a cuff, and it trembled<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Beneath her ominous paw;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And while it shook, with a threatening look<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She coveted what she saw.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thought she, “What a beautiful toss-ball,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If I could but give it a snap,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now all are out, nor thinking about<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their rose, or the least mishap!”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She twisted the stem, and she twirled it;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And, seizing the flower it bore<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With the timely aid of her teeth, she made<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A leap to the parlor floor.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And over the carpet she tossed it,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">All fresh in its morning bloom,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till shattered and rent, its leaves were sent<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To every side of the room.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">At length, with her sport grown weary,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She laid herself down to sun,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Inclining to doze, forgetting the rose<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And the mischief she had done.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">By and by her young mistress entered,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And uttered a piteous cry,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When she saw the fate of what had so late<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Delighted her watchful eye.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But where was the one, who had spoiled it,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Concealing his guilty face?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She had not a clue whereby to pursue<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The rogue to his lurking-place.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thought kit, “I ’ll keep still till ’t is over,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And none will suspect it was I.”<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For the puss awoke, when her mistress spoke,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And she well understood the cry.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But, mewing at length for her dinner,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Kit’s mouth confessed the whole truth:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It opened so wide, that her mistress spied<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A rose-leaf pierced by her tooth.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then kit was expelled from the parlor<br /></span>
<span class="i2">All covered with shame. And those<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Inclined, like her, in secret to err,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Should remember kit with the rose.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_STORM_IN_THE_FOREST" id="THE_STORM_IN_THE_FOREST">THE STORM IN THE FOREST.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> storm in the forest is rending and sweeping;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">While tree after tree bows its stately green head;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The flowerets beneath them are bending and weeping;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And leaves, torn and trembling, all round them are spread.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The bird that had roamed, till she thinks her benighted,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Dismayed, hastens back to her home in the wood;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And flags not a wing, till her bosom, affrighted,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Has laid its warm down o’er her own little brood.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And they, since that fond one so quickly has found them,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To shelter their heads from the rain and the blast,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall fearless repose, while the bolts burst around them;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And lie calm and safe, till the darkness is past.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Hast thou, too, not felt, when the tempest was drearest,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And rending thy covert, or shaking thy rest,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thine own blessed angel that moment the nearest—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thy screen in his pinion—thy shield in his breast?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When clouds frowned the darkest, and perils beset thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till each prop of earth seemed to bend, or to break,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Did e’er thy good angel turn off, and forget thee?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The mother her little ones, then, may forsake!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Ah, no! thou shalt feel thy protector the surer—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The sun, in returning, more cheering and warm;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all things around thee, seem fresher and purer,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And touched with new glory, because of the storm!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_UPROOTED_ELM" id="THE_UPROOTED_ELM">THE UPROOTED ELM.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Alas</span>! alas! my good old tree,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A fatal change is past on thee!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And now thine aged form I see,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">All helpless, lying low:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The rending tempest, in its flight<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Mid darkness of the wintry night,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hath struck thee, passing in its might,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And felled thee at a blow.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And never more the blooming spring<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall to thy boughs rich verdure bring,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or her gay birds, to flit and sing<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where their first plumage grew;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For thou, so long, so fondly made<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My eye’s delight, my summer shade,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here, as a lifeless king, art laid<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In state, for all to view.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thy noble trunk and reverend head,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Defined on that cold, snow-white bed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And those old arms, so widely spread,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thy hopelessness declare:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy roots, in earth concealed so long—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That struck so deep, with hold so strong,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upturned with many a broken prong,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Are quivering high in air.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But yester-eve I saw thee stand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With lofty front, with aspect grand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where thou hadst braved the ruthless hand<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of time, and spread, and towered;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And stood the rain, the hail, the blast,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till more than hundred years had passed:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To fall so suddenly at last,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Forever overpowered!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet, while I sadly ponder o’er<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What now thou art, and wast before,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were sighs to rise, and tears to pour,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Like summer winds and rain;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not all the sighs and drops of grief<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Could bring to thee one bud or leaf;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou liest so like a stricken chief,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By one swift arrow slain.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But may’st thou prove an emblem true<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of what the spoiler’s hand shall do<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With one, who pensive here would view<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A shadowy type in thee!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let not the conqueror piecemeal slay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With power by power in slow decay;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But strike, and all in ashes lay!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Farewell, my good old tree!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THROUGH_THE_CLOUDS" id="THROUGH_THE_CLOUDS">THROUGH THE CLOUDS.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Through</span> the clouds that veil the sky,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Come, O sun, and sweetly smile!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Show thy glory to mine eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So my heart may beam the while.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Come, and chase this day of night,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For the world is sadly dim.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To thy blessed face of light<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Let my spirit sing her hymn.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Now, in silence and alone,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I, to pass the heavy hour,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sit and fancy nature’s moan<br /></span>
<span class="i2">After thy reviving power.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Blasts of wildered, wandering air,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Asking where thy face can be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Chill and cheerless, every where,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sighing, wailing, seek for thee.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Mourning o’er the earth is spread;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Bud and flower look pale with grief.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sick, the plant has hung its head;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Dulness weighs on every leaf.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Not a bird is heard to sing.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Reft of thine inspiring ray.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As a lyre of every string,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Each from sight is hid away.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sable clouds, that veil the blue<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of the skies, their shadows throw<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here, until their sombre hue<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Gives a cast to all below.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Come, O sun, and through the gloom<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Let thy beaming vesture fall!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bringing music, joy and bloom,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Spread thy mantle o’er us all.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">What were there on earth to love—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What were beauteous, bright, or dear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wert thou not so true above,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And thy holy influence here?<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="MY_ROSE_TREE" id="MY_ROSE_TREE">MY ROSE TREE.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Rose tree</span>, O! my beauteous rose tree,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Often have I longed to know<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How thy tender leaves were moulded—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">How thy buds are burst, and blow.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I have watered, sunned, and trained thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And have watched thee many an hour,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet I never could discover<br /></span>
<span class="i2">How a bud becomes a flower.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So, last night I thought about thee<br /></span>
<span class="i2">On my pillow, till, at last,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I was gone in quiet slumber;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And a dream before me passed.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In it, I beheld my rose tree<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Stripped of flower, and bud and leaf;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While thy naked stalk and branches<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Filled me with surprise and grief.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then, methought, I wept to see thee<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Spoiled of all that made thee dear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till a band of smiling angels<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Mildly shining, hovered near.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Gently as they gathered round thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">All in silence, one of them<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Laid his soft, fair fingers on thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Pulling leaves from out the stem.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">One by one thy twigs he furnished<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With a dress of foliage green;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While another angel followed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Bringing buds the leaves between.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then came one the buds to open;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He their silken rolls unsheathed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While the one who tints the roses,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Through their loosened foldings breathed.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then the angel of the odors<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Filled each golden-bottomed cell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till, between the parting petals,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Free on air the fragrance fell.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Lifting then their shining pinions,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Quick the angels passed from sight;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Leaving, where aloft they vanished,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But a stream of fading light.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">There I heard sweet strains of music,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And their voices far above,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dying in the azure distance,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Naming thee a gift of love.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And, my rose tree stood before me,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Finished thus by angel hands;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Perfect in its bloom and fragrance,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Beautiful, as now it stands.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Hence, whenever I behold thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I shall think of angels too;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the countless works of goodness<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They descend on earth to do.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">All unseen and silent, round us<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They their careful watches keep;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whether we may wake, or slumber,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Guardian angels never sleep!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_INFANT_BAPTIST" id="THE_INFANT_BAPTIST">THE INFANT BAPTIST.</a></h3>
<div class="quote-container">
<div class="quote">
<p>And the child grew, and waxed strong in spirit, and was in the
deserts until the day of his showing unto Israel.</p>
<p class="right">
<span class="smcap">Luke</span> i. 80.<br />
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Child</span>, amid the honeyed flowers<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Passing life’s bright morning hours—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Playing in the silver rills,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where they bathe Judea’s hills—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Looking, with an earnest eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At the wild bird flitting by—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Infant of the joyous heart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Canst thou tell me who thou art?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thou, whose little hand in play<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hurls the clustered grapes away;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While thou lov’st to watch the bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or to win a lamb to thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And to see the fleecy flock<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Resting by the shadowy rock,—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Know’st thou, tender, beauteous boy,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What ’s thine errand—whence thy joy?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">’T was thy name that Gabriel spoke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By the altar, while the smoke<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From thy father’s incense rolled,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When thy being was foretold!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou art come, the promised one,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As the dayspring to the sun,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Soon to usher in new light<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Through the realms of death and night!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Heavenly innocence is now<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Marked upon thy peaceful brow:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">God’s own Spirit filleth thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sainted babe; for thou art he,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who before the Lamb shall go,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Crying, that the world may know<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He hath life to give the dead,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In the blood he comes to shed!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Though, from nature wild and rude,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come thy raiment, rest, and food,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nightly o’er thy desert sleep,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Angels shall their vigils keep;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Through the wilderness by day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They will guard and lead the way;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till to Israel thou appear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Showing heaven’s mild kingdom near.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">High and glorious, then, the part<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For thine eye, and hand, and heart!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When thy feet, on Jordan’s side,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Feel the waters, as they glide,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou the Son of God shalt see,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come to be baptized of thee—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hear him named, and see the Dove<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Resting on him from above!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="HYMN_TO_SOLITUDE" id="HYMN_TO_SOLITUDE">HYMN TO SOLITUDE.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">O solitude</span>, holy and calm!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From tumult and crowds breaking free,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I fly, sick and sad, for the balm<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I find given only by thee.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Too oft from thy peace I depart,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Kind guardian, friend of my soul,—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then bring an earth-wounded heart<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For thee to bind up and make whole.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">My spirit, now worn and oppressed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her wings in thy bosom hath furled,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To sink, as a bird in its nest,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Away from a cold, faithless world!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Alarmed at the shade and the chill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That o’er me its visions have cast,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I here would lie lowly and still,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till sorrow’s dark night hours are past.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And then, from the dust may I rise,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To mount, as the lark from her sod;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And sing, as the morn of my skies<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Appears in the smile of my God.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O solitude, sacred and sweet;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whilst thus in thy bosom I lie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Earth’s baubles are under my feet—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My heart and its treasure, on high.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_BIBLE_IN_THE_FIELDS" id="THE_BIBLE_IN_THE_FIELDS">THE BIBLE IN THE FIELDS.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">I love</span> to take this holy book,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In summer’s balmy hours,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To study it beside the brook,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or by the trees and flowers.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For here I read about the God,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who made this world so fair,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The skies—the stream—the grassy sod<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And bloom, that scents the air.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The birds flit round, and sweetly sing<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of him, who feeds them all,—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who lifts the towering eagle’s wing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And marks the sparrow’s fall.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The violet, from its soft green bed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To speak his goodness too,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Presents its tender, purple head<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Baptized with silvery dew.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And here the busy bee I view,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As she comes swiftly by,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And seems to ask, if she should do<br /></span>
<span class="i2">More work, or good than I.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Her waxen house betimes to build<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I see her wisely bent;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then, with bread and honey filled<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To have it, still intent.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The bees I find their sweets supplied<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In wild Judea’s land,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To feed the Baptist, when he cried,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">“Heaven’s kingdom is at hand.”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And when our Saviour, from the grave,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Had asked his friends for meat,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He ate the honey-comb they gave;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And showed his hands and feet.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This volume of his will revealed<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I here can read within,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">“Behold the lilies of the field—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They neither toil nor spin!”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And yet the king “was not arrayed<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In glory, like to them;”<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their Maker’s power is so displayed<br /></span>
<span class="i1">In flower and leaf and stem.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And he sat on the mountain’s side,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who spake these blessed words,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Before him flowery fields spread wide—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Around were trees and birds.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The fleecy flocks, that sport so free<br /></span>
<span class="i2">On hill and valley deep,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I love to watch: and here I see<br /></span>
<span class="i2">’T is written, “Feed my sheep.”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For thus I seem to keep in view,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And feel how near I am<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To that dear friend of children, who<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Has named himself <span class="smcap">the Lamb</span>.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_HOARY_HEAD" id="THE_HOARY_HEAD">THE HOARY HEAD.</a></h3>
<div class="quote-container">
<div class="quote">
<p>“The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way
of righteousness.”</p>
</div>
</div>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Aged</span> man, with locks so hoary,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">High estate dost thou possess!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They appear thy crown of glory,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In the way of righteousness.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Jewels, not of man’s preparing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Form the shining diadem,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou art from thy Sovereign wearing:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">God’s own finger silvered them.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thine are honors, proved and heightened<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By the gift of lengthened years;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In affliction’s furnace brightened,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Tried by cares, and washed with tears.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Like thy Master, meek and lowly,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thou a thorny earth hast trod;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With thy breast a high and holy<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Temple of the living God.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Aged saint, thy form is bending,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sere and withered, to the tomb;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But thy spirit, upward tending,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Budded for immortal bloom.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="MY_FATHER" id="MY_FATHER">MY FATHER.</a></h3>
<div class="quote-container">
<div class="quote">
<p>
“In the evening time there shall be light.”<br />
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Sacred</span> the hour when thou, my sainted father,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wast of thy worn-out, sinking clay undressed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Softly, by his pale hand, who comes to gather<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Time’s weary pilgrims home to joy and rest.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Noiseless, and clear, and holiest of the seven,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That day when thy last earthly sun went down:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy Sabbath, closing here, began in heaven;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whilst thy meek brow changed ashes for a crown.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Hush was the evening; not a zephyr swelling<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Heaved the tree-blossom, or the woodbine leaves;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Silent the bird, that sang about our dwelling,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Slept where she nestled, close beneath its eaves.<a name="FNanchor_1" id="FNanchor_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a><br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Cloudless the moon and stars above were shining,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When time’s last ray to thy mild eye was shed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While death’s cold touch, life’s silver cord untwining,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Brought his chill night-dew on thy reverend head.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Ninety full years of pilgrimage completing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Here didst thou linger till one Sabbath more:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’T was holy time; thy pure heart stilled its beating;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Pain, work, and warfare were forever o’er!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Meet hour for one, obedient, meek, and lowly,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wont, by command of Heaven, the day to keep,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Called, at its evening, to the High and Holy,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Peaceful in Jesus thus to fall asleep!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sweetly thy form, that seemed a blissful dreamer,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Told, by its features, how the spirit smiled,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Through the dark, shadowy vale, by thy Redeemer<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Led to his mansion, like a little child.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Nature’s full hand, that, on thy natal morning,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Clothed earth to greet thee in the flowers of May,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Brought them renewed; thy burial-spot adorning,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When fourscore years and ten had rolled away.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Now, while the robin, past the window flying,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Leads off her young, forsaking here her nest,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Constant the wild bird, where thy dust is lying,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sings her sweet hymn, a requiem to its rest.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">There has it joined the ashes of my mother,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Faithful, rewedded to its only bride;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And there thy latest-born, my younger brother,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thy fond heart’s care, sleeps closely by her side.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet, angel father, over Jordan’s water<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Is it so far, that now thou canst not see<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Back to the shore, where lonely stands thy daughter,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sprinkling its rocks and thorns with tears for thee?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Art thou so distant, visions of thy glory<br /></span>
<span class="i2">May not be granted to her mortal sight;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When she so long watched o’er thy head so hoary,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Smoothing its pillow, till that mournful night?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Since here so oft, in pain, the path of duty<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thy patient feet, with steady steps, have trod,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Safe now they walk the golden streets in beauty;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And, O! thy blessed eyes, in peace, see God!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<div class="footnotes">
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_1" id="Footnote_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> A robin had, this spring, been seen taking materials from an
old nest on an apple-tree near the door, and carrying them to the
corner of the house, where she built on the top of the water-conductor,
and close under the eaves, so near my father’s chamber,
that, when her brood had peeped, if the window was opened, their
voices could be heard in the room, while she was feeding them.</p></div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="A_SAGE_HATH_DEPARTED" id="A_SAGE_HATH_DEPARTED">A SAGE HATH DEPARTED.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> Lord, from his cloudy pavilion, hath spoken<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The soul to himself, and its dust to the clod;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The cord He hath loosed, and the golden bowl broken,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who formed them so precious. Be still! it is God.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A sage hath departed! the cities sit weeping;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From land unto land does the gloom spread away.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The seas give their wail to the winds o’er them sweeping—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The spirit, that spanned them, hath passed from the clay!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">His form, pale and cold, the dark mansion encloses;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Around it, Philanthropy, Science and Art<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their tears for their friend, as in death he reposes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Shower warm o’er the hand, and the head, and the heart.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But there, while affection her tribute is giving,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The beauty, the grandeur, the power of his mind<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The grave cannot hide! in his deeds he is living;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He shines in the light he diffused for mankind!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">That mind, as a guide that trod paths on the ocean<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Its marks o’er the billowy desert to place,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While man has a heart, and the deep is in motion,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The wide world shall honor, the mariner trace.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The stars in their courses to grasp and to measure,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His eye loved the blue arch of ether to climb;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His soul rose beyond them to lay up a treasure<br /></span>
<span class="i2">More bright than the stars, more enduring than time.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And here, while the sorrowing Salem<a name="FNanchor_2" id="FNanchor_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> is shrouded<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In weeds, for the son of her pride and her love,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’T is his to behold, with a vision unclouded,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The glories unveiled of the <span class="smcap">Salem</span> above.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">With <span class="smcap">Bowditch</span> inscribed, for the whole earth’s revering,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In letters of light to each point beaming round,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A monument formed of his works, now is rearing<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Its head, where with clusters of planets ’t is crowned.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<div class="footnotes">
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_2" id="Footnote_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> His birth-place.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_BURIAL_OF_SCHILLER" id="THE_BURIAL_OF_SCHILLER">THE BURIAL OF SCHILLER.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> still and solemn, shadowy hour,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When Saturday in Sabbath dies,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O’er Weimar hangs; with clouds that lower<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And veil in black the moon and skies.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Lo! from yon mansion lights appear,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Pale glimmering through the midnight gloom.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A coffined form is on the bier,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And thence borne forward to the tomb.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The funeral train, how sad and slow<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They follow that cold sleeping clay;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While sighs and sobs of bitter wo<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sound deep along the silent way.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And now, the open grave beside,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That dismal bier the bearers rest;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And heavier waves of sorrow’s tide<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Roll mighty o’er each mourner’s breast.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">From him who slumbers in the shroud,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As tremblingly they lift the pall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The moon rends off her veil of cloud,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And o’er him lets her lustre fall.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She beams her silvery, soft adieu.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And is again in darkness hid;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As if affrighted, thus to view<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The name on that dread coffin lid.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For ’t is her lover, now no more—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her friend, whom they to dust consign!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And ne’er again is she to pour<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her light,—for eyes like his to shine.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">’T is done,—the fearful, final rite,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Too sacred for the glare of day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Has passed beneath the shadowy night—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Earth, earth has closed o’er <span class="smcap">Schiller</span>’s clay!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But, hark! the heavens in thunder groan;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They weep in torrents o’er his bed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And searching, fiery bolts are thrown,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As if to find and wake the dead.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">These funeral honors, so sublime,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Befit him well to whom they ’re paid;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And, at the birth of holy time,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">’T is meet his dust at rest be laid.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">His spirit, bright with heavenly fire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Has burned its way through mortal strife;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And gained its high, intense desire<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To solve the mystery of life.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">It is the budding month of May:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This passing storm will call the bloom<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A tribute nature soon will pay,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To dress her deathless Poet’s tomb.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="FUNERAL_HYMN_FOR_PRESIDENT" id="FUNERAL_HYMN_FOR_PRESIDENT">FUNERAL HYMN FOR PRESIDENT
HARRISON.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">A wo-stricken</span> people, in sorrow we gather!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The dawn of our glory, our hopes full in bloom<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are changed, with the face of our Chieftain, our Father,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To sable and cypress to hang round his tomb.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">While pale in the shroud lies the Patriot sleeping,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A light, that for earth is no longer to burn,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Removed from its place, a sad nation is weeping;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And dark, where it shone, falls the shade of an urn.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When loud, through the land, hill and valley and mountain<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Were sounding his name, and reflecting its beams,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The death-angel’s wand opened griefs bitter fountain,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To quench their warm joys with its far-flowing streams.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Alas! that the spoiler so early must sever<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A tie, which the hearts of a country had bound<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To him, who is gone—who is gone, and forever,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To join the bright hosts who their Saviour surround!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Our Father in heaven, yet grant us another,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Like him, who has left us, as orphans, below!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O did not the Sage on his dear younger Brother,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When called to thy presence, his mantle bestow?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To Thee, who, from darkness, thy children hast stricken,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We cry with our wound, asking balm from the Tree,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose leaves heal the nations: Hear, hear us, and quicken<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our wandering feet to return unto Thee!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="DIRGE_FOR_FELICIA_HEMANS" id="DIRGE_FOR_FELICIA_HEMANS">DIRGE FOR FELICIA HEMANS.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">They</span> hovered around her, an angel band:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They listened her notes to hear.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The voice was one of their own bright land;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But stained was the harp in their sister’s hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With marks of the falling tear.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They saw she had wreathed it with deathless flowers;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">While many a beauteous leaf,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That looked like the growth of their heavenly bowers,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was pale with the shade of her darksome hours,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or wet with the dews of grief.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then gently from under her hand they took<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her harp, and laid it aside:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The tremulous chords, at her parting look<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the farewell sweep of her fingers, shook,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And snapped as her numbers died.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The angels had whispered of joys above,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And wooed her with them to soar,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till spreading her wings like a peaceful dove,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her spirit arose for a world of love<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To wander on earth no more.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Britannia</span>, drop thy heaviest tear!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">O weep! it will be forgiven,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That, fain we had kept in her bondage here<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A soul so pure, and a voice so dear<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Had longer withheld from heaven.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="SHE_DIED_AS_DAWNED_HER_NATAL_DAY" id="SHE_DIED_AS_DAWNED_HER_NATAL_DAY">SHE DIED, AS DAWNED HER NATAL DAY.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">She</span> died, as dawned her natal day!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Amid the buds and flowers of May<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her spirit left the beauteous clay,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In death’s deep slumber here;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And mounting up her starry way,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Attained that holier sphere,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where falls no night o’er birth-day light—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">No sorrow brings a tear.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The joy and glory of the skies<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With radiance fill her heavenly eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where thornless flowers around her rise,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And founts that ne’er shall fail;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While here her form so lowly lies<br /></span>
<span class="i2">All silent, cold and pale;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where dews distil, and night-winds chill<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Moan through the shadowy vale.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="WRITTEN_IN_AN_ALBUM_AFTER_THE" id="WRITTEN_IN_AN_ALBUM_AFTER_THE">WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM, AFTER THE
LINES OF A DECEASED FRIEND.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Close</span> to the lines that her dear hand had traced,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who took so soon an angel’s form on high—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">After her name is my memorial placed<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For thee, my friend, and it shall tell thee why.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I find a sweetness where her spirit breathed:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A sacred halo round her name is thrown;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So, with the flowers that here her fingers wreathed<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To borrow life from them, I twine my own.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Fresh in thy heart and mine her memory lives,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Fragrant and fair, and thornless in its bloom:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here with the precious odor that it gives,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I fain my simple offering would perfume.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then, whatsoe’er the change that comes to me—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though death or duty put me far away,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These silent leaves may still unfold to thee<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The wish of one who was thy friend to-day.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Peace be to thee—long life, and joy, and health<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The blest allotment of thy sojourn here;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The portion of a child of God, thy wealth,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When time must close, and earth shall disappear!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_SOVEREIGN_OF_BABYLON" id="THE_SOVEREIGN_OF_BABYLON">THE SOVEREIGN OF BABYLON.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> monarch has opened his banqueting hall<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For his thousand lords, and his ladies all!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sparkling wine to each guest is poured,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And mirth swells high at the festal board,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where none hath the heart more careless and light,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than he, whose glory must end to-night.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">With the cup and the revel the king grows bold—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He calls for the vessels of silver and gold;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The spoils his idolatrous father brought,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Mid the impious deeds which that proud one wrought,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From the temple of God, at Jerusalem,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That he and his nobles may drink from them.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Each sacred vessel they fill and raise<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To a laughing lip, as it speaks the praise<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of the gods of metal, of wood and stone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But mocks at the name of the Holy One,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose finger this hour shall come so near:—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That lip will quiver and blanch with fear.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Monarch! what’s there, on the lighted wall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That can fix thy gaze and thy spirit appall?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why is thy countenance changed, O king?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is it one of thy gods this awe can bring,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which makes thy knees together to smite,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thine eye so wild, and thy cheek so white?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“A hand! a hand! it hath written a line!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And who will the terrible words define?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A chain of gold shall encircle his neck—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A vesture of scarlet his form shall deck—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the third, as ruler, shall be that seer,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With honor and power throughout Chaldea!”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Not all the wise and the learned of thine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Poor impotent one, shall explain that line!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But the captive of Judah, him thy queen<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Has bid thee summon—let him be seen!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His eye prophetic receives its sight<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From the Being, who caused the hand to write.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The slave is brought to the potentate!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To spurn his gifts, but to read his fate;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To whom ’t is inscribed on the lofty wall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">“Thou art weighed, found wanting, and now must fall!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy kingdom is numbered—the Persian and Mede<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall hence to thy throne and thy power succeed!”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They come!—the foemen—nor sword nor flight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall win for that monarch the morning light!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The haughty head where the crown was set,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In dust is pillowed—with gore is wet!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ye, who are trusting in honor and gold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Look on him now, and your strength behold!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_DEER_STRICKEN_BY_TORCH-LIGHT" id="THE_DEER_STRICKEN_BY_TORCH-LIGHT">THE DEER STRICKEN BY TORCH-LIGHT.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> arrow! the arrow is fast in his side!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And still through the forest they follow<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The poor stricken deer, that has nowhere to hide,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And dared not to pause where the cool waters glide,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When, leaping the brook, he would almost have died,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">One draught from its ripple to swallow.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">That deep-planted arrow! O how can he bear<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The anguish of feeling it quiver,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When shook by the branches, the wave, or the air,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As forward he bounds, but without heeding where,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From thicket to crag, with the force of despair,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To plunge in the cold, sweeping river?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They hunted him hard, till the sun in the west<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Had sunk, while their aim he evaded.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At evening, he sought a calm refuge of rest,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And dropped from pursuit, by his terrors oppressed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beneath the close branches, in verdure full-dressed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By night and the covert o’ershaded.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But ah, the poor deer! they had doomed him to die!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For near the green turf where he laid him,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They lighted the torch, and they brandished it high;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span>
<span class="i0">It glared through the boughs on his tender black eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That fatally shone for the death-shaft to fly;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His beauty, his beaming betrayed him:<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He cannot by flying now loosen the dart,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The end of his tortures to quicken,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By letting the life in one blood-gush depart.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He seeks a retreat, like the warm, wounded heart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When, lone, slow, and silent, the victim of art,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It dies, as a deer that is stricken.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3>
<a name="THE_DEATH_OF_SAPPHIRA" id="THE_DEATH_OF_SAPPHIRA">
THE DEATH OF SAPPHIRA.</a>
<a name="FNanchor_3" id="FNanchor_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a>
</h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Sapphira</span>, Sapphira, awake!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Alas! she is gone in the sleep<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That but the archangel can break;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For life hath no slumber so deep.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">’T is death! his pale ashes are cast<br /></span>
<span class="i2">On those withered lips, where but now<br /></span>
<span class="i0">An insult to Heaven was passed;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His dumbness hath followed the vow.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A bolt from above, swift and sure,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hath blasted the pride of the clay;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The spirit, in boldness secure,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In guilt hath been stricken away.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O child of delusion! to stand<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The chosen of Jesus among,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To cover the fraud of thy hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By falsehood to him on thy tongue!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">How vain, the deceit of the heart<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To shroud in a mantle so frail!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Its perfidy, thus by its art.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To think from Omniscience to veil!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Lost woman! but three hours before,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The form of thy partner in sin<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was borne, wan and cold, from the door,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where thou didst so rashly come in.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And they, who had carried him out,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The clods o’er his bosom to lay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were waiting, the threshold about,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To bear thee to darkness away.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sapphira, could Mercy restore,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or Pity thy spirit recall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To light up its dwelling once more,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It should not thus hopelessly fall.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But Mercy besought thee in vain,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From death’s awful brink to recede;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To shun the despair and the pain<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where she is forbidden to plead.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And Pity’s warm tear-drops must roll<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The more, that she cannot relume<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The clay whence the self-wounded soul<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hath rushed to a suicide’s doom.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">How potent, how maddening the love,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">O gold, of a mortal must be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To challenge an arm from above—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To stake earth and heaven for thee!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For Justice to Judgment will call;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And who shall their coming abide,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When wrath the most fearful of all,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">“The wrath of the Lamb,” is defied?<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<div class="footnotes">
<div class="footnote">
<p>
<a name="Footnote_3" id="Footnote_3"></a>
<a href="#FNanchor_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a>
This piece originally illustrated an engraving.
</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="WILLIAM_AT_SEA" id="WILLIAM_AT_SEA">WILLIAM AT SEA.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Whilst</span> thou art away, where the proud waves are swelling<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Beneath thy light bark, ever mindful of thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The days of thine absence, at home we are telling,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And counting the hours of our William at sea.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And thou, whether cradled to sleep by the billow,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or watching the sport of the spray and the foam,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If pensive on deck, or in dreams on thy pillow,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We know hast thy soul rapt with visions of home.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">We know, when the sun mounts the east in his glory,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or smiles a “good night,” as the west he descends,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy heart, pointing back, to itself tells the story<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of mansion paternal, and kindred and friends.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And when at the morning and evening devotion,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">While bending with offerings of praise and of prayer,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To God we commend thee afar on the ocean,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We feel thou art kneeling for us to him there.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">While months on the waters, long months are before thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The two fluid worlds thou art tossing between—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The cold deep below, and the skies bending o’er thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Alone by their changes will vary the scene.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Or, if a bright isle, on the flood-waste upstarting,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Rude ocean’s green oasis, rest thy glad eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’T will fade as a cloud—as a phantom departing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">’T will sink in the circle that bounds sea and sky.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Should some white-winged ship, with her light pennon streaming,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thy heart on that wide watery desert to cheer,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Arise, like a star through night’s solitude beaming,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With meteor swiftness she ’ll soon disappear.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And when the coy sea-bird, a wild ether-sailor,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Comes near on her passage, for one language more,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O! how wilt thou long, ere she flies thee, to hail her,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To ask whither bound, and the tidings from shore!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet, while so unstable, so pathless and lonely,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thy way o’er that desolate deep may be found,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’T is marked with the impress of Deity only;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His merciful arms will thy frailty surround.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">’T is grand, ’t is ennobling, while feeling and knowing<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His presence is power, and his banner is love,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To look from that flood, to the firmament showing<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Bright shadowings-forth of his glory above.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And, William, though tempest and terrors assail thee—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though clouds rolled on clouds hide the stars and the sun,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy soul’s chosen Friend never, never will fail thee!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Winds and waves but obey that omnipotent <span class="smcap">One</span>.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">While o’er and around thee thick darkness may gather;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When wide yawns the deep, and the surges swell high,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy spirit may hear the kind voice of her Father,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Still whispering, “Be of good cheer; it is I.”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And safe may he bear thee through perils and changes<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Besetting his course, who so widely would roam,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then speed thy return from the land of the Ganges,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From pagod and painim! Dear William, come home.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Come home, where the eyes beam through tears to behold thee;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where arms open wide to receive thee will be;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And promise, while yet to the heart they infold thee<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To be, never after, our William at sea!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="MY_PORTRAIT" id="MY_PORTRAIT">MY PORTRAIT.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Well</span>, thou art done, cold, speechless thing;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet, in thy silence, with the power<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A crowd of feelings deep to bring<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Unknown until the present hour.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But wherefore done, to life so true?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Not human pride, nor vanity<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Could ask the artist hand to do,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And show the world a deed like thee.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And was it simple most, or kind<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To have upon the canvass cast<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My semblance, thus to leave behind<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My shadow, when myself am past?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I know not if another eye<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Will ever weep beside thee, more<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than mine does now, I know not why—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It never dropped such tears before.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I view thee as a piece, composed<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To last, when I have passed from sight—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When time and earth to me are closed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To be in time and earthly light.<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Perhaps ’t is this, that makes me weep—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The thought that I shall pass away,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And those, who have thee then to keep,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">May glance at thee, and still be gay.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But why should grief be felt by me,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For fear that others will not grieve?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And what to others then will be<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A shade of life, that I may leave?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Still, from their deep, mysterious spring<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Gush up these hot, resistless tears;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whilst thou, cold, heartless, stoic thing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Dost wear a smile that ’s set for years.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Years! Ah, but then, when years shall wipe<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From being every line of thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The spirit, which thy prototype<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Enshrined, shall live eternally!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_WIDOWS_ONLY_SON" id="THE_WIDOWS_ONLY_SON">THE WIDOW’S ONLY SON.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">She</span> wrapped her in her sable cloak,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And walked beside the sea;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But seldom of her sorrow spoke,—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Too full of grief was she!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">’T was this that made her heart so sad,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To view the ocean wide:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The only son, that widow had,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Went out to sea and died.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And then, in that great, rolling deep,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With solemn, tearful eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His mess-mates lowered him down, to sleep<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till all the dead shall rise.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But where, among those waters vast,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With ceaseless fall and swell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her child to that repose had passed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The mother none could tell.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She therefore questioned wave on wave,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As up they heaved to shore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If they had rolled across his grave,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whom she must see no more.<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And often, when she marked a ship<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With full, returning sail,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The color would forsake her lip,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And speech and vision fail.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For, O! she thought about the one<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That spread its canvass white,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To waft away her only son<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Forever from her sight!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But still, amid the bitter grief<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which wrung that widow’s heart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her spirit felt the sweet relief<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That faith and hope impart.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She knew her son had ever kept<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The path to heavenly rest—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That, when he sank in death, he slept<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Upon a Saviour’s breast.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“My heavenly Father,” she would say,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">“I know the troubled sea<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But holds from me the precious clay:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My child ’s at home with thee!”<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_YOUNG_MOTHER" id="THE_YOUNG_MOTHER">THE YOUNG MOTHER.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Composed</span> in its beauty, the fair infant slept;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But still the young mother sat by it and wept:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She rocked not the cradle, she sang not the song,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sleep of her dear, only child to prolong.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The same fleecy cover, so soft and so warm,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That oft wrapped it sleeping, lay light o’er its form;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Its pillow was downy, and smooth was its bed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And yet, that sad mother! her fond bosom bled.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She knew that no dream of her babe, in its rest,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was now of her voice, or its home on her breast;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She caught not the sound nor the balm of its breath:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She knew that her little one slumbered in death!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A hand with the pencil was called to portray<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The features and form of her child as it lay;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But false were the hues and the touches of art<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To paint the bright image enshrined in her heart.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Its lustre was drawn from a glory on high:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No pencil of earth could the likeness supply;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor yet on the canvass was mortal to trace<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A smile the pure spirit had left on that face.<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The skies, as they opened, their guest to receive,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Had shed, on the dust they allured it to leave,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A sign of the peace, of the joy, and the love,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Encircling for aye the young angel above.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">That mother rose calm, when the beautiful clay<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Must be from her sight laid forever away!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The gloom left her soul, as a cloud leaves the sun;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It whispered, “Thy will, O my Father, be done!”<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="EVENING_AT_ANDOVER_SEMINARY-HILL" id="EVENING_AT_ANDOVER_SEMINARY-HILL">EVENING AT ANDOVER SEMINARY-HILL.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">I stood</span> on that majestic height,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The lofty Hill of Andover,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where sacred science holds the light<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That beams to distant lands from her.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For there the school of sages stands,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where, from afar, disciples meet<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For lore divine, in holy bands<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To sit and learn at Wisdom’s feet.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Within its consecrated walls<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Is kept and taught Jehovah’s will:—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The <span class="smcap">LAW</span>, whose voice in thunder falls—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The <span class="smcap">GOSPEL</span>, whispering, “<em>Peace! be still!</em>”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The structures while I viewed around,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I seemed to breathe Mount’s Zion’s air;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I set my foot with awe profound,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As if the ark of God were there.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Each earthly care was calm and dumb,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For holier thoughts the soul to fill;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As if the Shechinah had come<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To rest upon that reverend hill.<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A mellow glory crowned its head;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And from its foot, in landscape wide,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Profusely nature’s charms were spread,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till in the distance vision died.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">It was a summer day’s decline:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The drowsy flowers began to close;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The breezes lulled, that stirred the vine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And all things tended to repose.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The sun, adown the western skies,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was sinking fast to pass from view,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Calm as the righteous when he dies<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To earth, in heaven to live anew.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And thence, on edifice and site,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His golden smile was backward cast,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As if he loved that favored height<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To bless the longest and the last.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In eastern splendor, then arrayed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The full-orbed moon arose serene,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Through evening’s hush and night’s cool shade<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To throw her lustre o’er the scene.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Her silvery vesture wrapped in sheen<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The stately seminary pile,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And fell on tree, and flower, and green,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where pearly dews distilled the while.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And through the chapel’s crystal shone<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her light, within the place of prayer,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till bright-winged angels, from the throne<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Above, seemed met and hovering there.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">It was a scene—it was an hour<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A spirit bowed in dust to raise<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ennobled, till its every power,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Awaked to joy, was tuned to praise.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Clear as that sun, fair as that moon,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Shall thy dear Zion rise and shine<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Above her foes—Ah! Lord, how soon?—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When shall the ends of earth be thine?<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="HYMN_OF_THE_PARTING_CLASS" id="HYMN_OF_THE_PARTING_CLASS">HYMN OF THE PARTING CLASS.</a></h3>
<p class="small likeh3">SUNG BY THEOLOGICAL STUDENTS.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">We</span> feel the parting angel’s hand<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is in our midst, to loose the band<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So close, so sacred, and so dear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That long hath bound us, brethren, here.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">No more within this hallowed place,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">United at the throne of grace,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our prayers shall rise—our voices pour<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In praise, when this, our song is o’er.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To each we hear the Saviour say<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We to his work must hence away;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For great the field—the laborers few!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What wilt thou, Lord, have us to do?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O send thy Spirit from above<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To fire our hearts with heavenly love;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And light our lips with truth, that we<br /></span>
<span class="i0">May, witnesses, go forth for thee.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And may we count all else as loss<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To spread the glory of thy cross—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From shades and death redeemed, to bring<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The priceless jewels of our King.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">On distant islands of the sea—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On heathen shores our lot may be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To dying souls to bear the bread<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And balm of life on Calvary shed.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet, though our lines be marked afar,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And some beneath a foreign star,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We may look upward to the Sun<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of righteousness, and still be one.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And when our works of faith are past,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In joy we ’ll meet on high at last;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And there, in praise, our voices swell<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The song, where enters no farewell.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_SPECKLED_ONE" id="THE_SPECKLED_ONE">THE SPECKLED ONE.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Poor</span> speckled one! none else will deign<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To waft thy name around;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So, let me take it on my strain,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To give it air and sound.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yes—air and sound, low child of earth!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For these are oft the things<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That give a name its greatest worth,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Its gorgeous plumes and wings.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But do not shun me thus, and hop<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Affrighted from my way.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dismiss thy terrors—turn, and stop;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And hear what I may say.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Meek, harmless thing, afraid of man?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This truly should not be.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then calmly pause, and let me scan<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My Maker’s work in thee.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For both of us to him belong;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We ’re fellow-creatures here;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And power should not be armed with wrong,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor weakness filled with fear.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I know it is thy humble lot<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To burrow in a hole—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To have a form I envy not,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And that without a soul.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In motion, attitude and limb<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I see thee void of grace;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And that a look supremely grim,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Reigns o’er thy solemn face.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But thou for this art not to blame;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor should it make us load<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With obloquy, and scorn, and shame<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The honest name of <span class="smcap">Toad</span>.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For, though so low on nature’s scale—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In presence so uncouth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou ne’er hast told an evil tale<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of falsehood, or of truth.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thy thoughts are ne’er on malice bent—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor hands to mischief prone;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor yet thy heart to discontent;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though spurned, and poor and lone.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">No coveting nor envy burns<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In thy bright golden eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That calm and innocently turns<br /></span>
<span class="i2">On all below the sky.<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thy cautious tongue and sober lip<br /></span>
<span class="i2">No words of folly pass,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor, are they found to taste and sip<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The madness of the glass.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thy frugal meal is often drawn<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From earth, and wood, and stone;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And when thy means by these are gone,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thou seem’st to live on none.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I hear that in an earthen jar<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sealed close, shut up alive,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From food, drink, air, sun, moon and star,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thou ’lt live and even thrive:<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And that no moan, or murmuring sound<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Will issue from the lid<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of thy dark dwelling under ground,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When it is deeply hid.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thou hast, as ’t were, a secret shelf<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whereon is a supply,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of nourishment within thyself,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Concealed from mortal eye.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Methinks this self-sustaining art<br /></span>
<span class="i1">’T were well for us to know,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To keep us up in flesh and heart,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When outer means grow low.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Could we contain our riches thus,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">On such mysterious shelves,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why, none could rob or beggar us;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Unless we lost ourselves!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But ah! my Toadie, there ’s the rub,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With every human breast—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To live as in the cynic’s tub,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And yet be self-possessed!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For, how to let no boast get round<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Beyond our tub, to show<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That we in head and heart are sound,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Is one great thing to know.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And yet, the prison-staves and hoop<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To let no murmur through,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">However hard we find the coop,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Is greater still to do.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then go, thou sage, resigned and calm;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Amid thy low estate,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And to thy burrow bear the palm<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For victory over fate.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">We conquer, when we meekly bear<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The lot we cannot shape,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And hug to death the ills and care<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From which there ’s no escape.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_MOON_OF_A_WINTRY_NIGHT" id="THE_MOON_OF_A_WINTRY_NIGHT">THE MOON OF A WINTRY NIGHT.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Moon</span>, thou art wading through the gathered snow,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That o’er us, on the fields of ether spread,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Threatens, ere morning to be here below,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To lie where our poor mortal feet must tread.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thy face is muffled in a gelid haze,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That shrouds its lustre like a frozen veil;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And kills the twinkling of the starry rays,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till all on high looks cheerless, dim, and pale.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">It gives almost the ague, to behold<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The skies so rayless, yet so far from dark;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As when our hearth’s white ashes, tired and cold,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We stir in vain to find one pleasant spark.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet, by to-morrow’s eve our parts may shift,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And thou be shining there, serene and clear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While we are hedged by many a frigid drift;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or sleigh-bells shrill may pierce the tingling ear.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">How dreary then the scene for thy mild beams<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To light, and for the burning stars to view!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The hard ice coating all the lakes and streams,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And one dead white where late gay flowerets grew.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The naked trees, that stand with buried feet,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Like skeletons, will slender shadows throw<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On what seems spread as nature’s winding-sheet,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">While her slain beauties lie concealed below.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then, but to look abroad on vale and hill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where one pale uniform invests the whole,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though it should make one’s vital current chill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It must not let in winter to the soul!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">It must not bring a frost upon the heart,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To kill affection’s tendrils—friendship’s root,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where vernal shoots and buds should ever start,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And grow with summer flowers and autumn fruit:<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Nor cause the streams of thought to be congealed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or, pressed beneath incumbent ice, grow low;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But, like the fount that irrigates the field,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Make bloom and verdure spring, where’er they flow.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">It must not make our shrinking fancies flee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Like birds of summer from the cold withdrawn;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But wise, the mind should, like the prudent bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">On honey banquet, though the flowers are gone.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Nor must it strike the hopeful spirit dumb,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or quench the beaming of her upturned eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or close her ear, or make her members numb,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ere her thank-offerings on the altar lie.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And yet, fair Moon, methinks I like the best<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To see thy silvery lustre sprinkled here,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When these bare branches all appear full-dressed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In some more gentle season of the year.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I love to see it, mingled with the dew,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Falling to bathe the sleeping buds and flowers;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And soft, and silent, coolly streaming through<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The whispering leaves, that clothe the summer bowers.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I love to see thy beaming mantle trail<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Along the flower-sprent borders of the rill,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With rich, deep shadows stamped, o’erspread the vale,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or bind the forehead of the silent hill.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I love to see thee through the foliage peep,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where, one soft hour before, the robin sung<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her vesper song; the while, in downy sleep,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With peaceful breast she guards her callow young.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I love to see thee, when the whip-poor-will<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Moans in the hedge behind the cottage-eaves;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And when the plaintive crickets, hidden, trill<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their harvest-hymn among the golden sheaves.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But these are tender memories—ay, and more—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Fresh budding hope from memory’s root that grows,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span>
<span class="i0">To see earth clothed in beauty as before,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When thou and we have struggled through the snows.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then come, sweet Moon, and fondly smile on me,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From thy pure azure home, with face serene,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While I will look abroad, and up to thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And bless the great Creator of the scene.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Others may call thee fickle—faithless—strange,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When veiled in part, or wholly from their view;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet, though twelve times a year thou <em>seems’t</em> to change,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Again twelve times I ever find thee true.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">’T is our gross planet, heaving misty shrouds,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or rolled before thee, that our darkness brings,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Just as earth’s bulk or vapor hides or clouds<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our glorious view of higher, holier things.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="TOM_TAR" id="TOM_TAR">TOM TAR.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">I ’ll</span> tell you now about Tom Tar,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The sailor stout and bold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who o’er the ocean roamed so far,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To countries new and old.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Tom was a man of thousands; he<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Would ne’er complain nor frown,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though high and low the wind and sea<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Might toss him up and down.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Amid the waters dark and deep,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He had the happy art,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When all around was storm, to keep<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Fair weather in his heart.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Though winds were wild, and waves were rough,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He ’d always cast about,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And find within he ’d calm enough<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To stand the storms without.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“For naught,” said Tom, “is ever gained<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By sighs for what we lack;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor can it mend a vessel strained,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To let our temper crack.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“And sure I am, the worst of storms,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That any man should dread,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is that, which in the bosom forms,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And musters to the head.”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Serene, and ever self-possessed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His mess-mates he would cheer,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And often put their fears to rest,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When dangers gathered near.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If on the rocks the ship was cast,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And surges swept the deck,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Tom Tar was ever found the last,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who would forsake the wreck.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And when his only hat and shoes<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The waters plucked from him,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why, these, he felt, were small to lose,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Could he keep up and swim!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then through the billows, foam, and spray,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That rose on every hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He ’d, somehow, always find a way<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of getting safe to land.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The secret was, the fear and love<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of Heaven had filled his soul:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His trust was firm in One above,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Howe’er the seas might roll.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And Tom had sailed to many a shore,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And many a wonder seen:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The stories he could tell would more<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Than fill a magazine.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He ’d seen mankind in every state,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Almost, that man can know;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But envied not the rich and great,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor scorned the poor and low.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The monarch in his sight had stood,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Superb, in glittering vest;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The savage, too, that roams the wood,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In skins and feathers dressed.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The tribes of many an isle he knew;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And beasts, and birds, and flowers,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And fruits, of many a shape and hue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In lands remote from ours.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He ’d seen the wide-winged albatross<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her breast in ocean lave;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And bold sea-lions, playing, toss<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their heads above the wave.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He ’d seen the dolphin, while his back<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Went flashing to the sun,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A swarm of flying fish attack,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And swallow every one!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The porpoise and the spouting whale<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Had sported in his view;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And hungry sharks pursued his sail,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As if they ’d eat the crew.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And ever, when Tom Tar got home,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The children, at their play,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were glad to have the sailor come,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And greet them by the way.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then, oft, some curious stone, or shell,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The laughing girls and boys<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Would find, that on their aprons fell,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To put among their toys.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“These pearly shells,” said he, “I found<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where gloomy waters roar:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These polished stones, so smooth and round,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Rough surges washed ashore.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“Though small to us a pebble seems,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">’T is made and marked by One,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who gave the warmth, and lit the beams<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of yon great shining sun.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“And when these pretty shells I find,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Along the ocean strand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their beauteous finish brings to mind<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their Maker’s perfect hand.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“When on the wildest shore I’m thrown,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And far from human eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I think of him who made the stone,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And shell, and sea, and sky.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“For he ’s my friend, and I am his,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though cold and rough the blast:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My safest guide I know he is,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where’er my lot is cast.”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When Tom passed on, the children said,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">“These treasures from afar<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He brought us! Blessings on his head!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For he ’s a good Tom Tar!”<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_SEAMANS_HYMN" id="THE_SEAMANS_HYMN">THE SEAMAN’S HYMN.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Landmen</span>, on your downy pillows,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">While your eyes are sealed in sleep,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Seamen, tossed ’mid foam and billows,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Roam, for you, a boisterous deep.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When the glorious light of day<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Is on your homes so peaceful dawning,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Along our pathless, troubled way<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The surge swells high, the flood is yawning.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When earth’s flowers to you are blooming,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or your hearths are bright and warm;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We behold the wild waves booming,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Mount the shrouds, and brave the storm.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Singing birds your hearing greet—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Your hearts the kindred tone rejoices;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While winds, that on our canvass beat,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And roaring ocean join their voices.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then, to meet the High and Holy,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When ye to his throne repair,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O before him, meek and lowly,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Bow for us, as suppliants there!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When his blessed day appears,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The dearest, best of all the seven,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your souls the gospel herald cheers;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But none tells us of rest and heaven.<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Zion, bid thy sons and daughters<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Often, on the bended knee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cry to Him, who rules the waters,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For the wanderers o’er sea!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now, to Thee, the seaman’s Friend,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our guide—our light—our ark abiding,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our Saviour, we our all commend,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">While time’s rude waves in frailty riding.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_MARINERS_SONG_OF_DEPARTURE" id="THE_MARINERS_SONG_OF_DEPARTURE">THE MARINER’S SONG OF DEPARTURE.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i4"><span class="smcap">While</span> o’er the bright bay,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">With her streamers at play,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our bark in her beauty is gliding,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">As brothers, are we,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">The glad sons of the sea,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our own darling element riding.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">Good pilot, adieu;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">For the skies are all blue;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And yonder, blue billows are bounding.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">We speed from the port,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">To be off by the fort,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While her gun to the sunrise is sounding.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">We leave all behind,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">That a warm heart can bind,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In home, love, and friendship endearing;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">While hope flies before,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">For a far, foreign shore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As the hand at the rudder is steering.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">And well do we know<br /></span>
<span class="i4">The proud waters below,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That hence are by us to be ridden;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">’Mid the corals and caves<br /></span>
<span class="i4">There are mariners’ graves,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dark wrecks, and lost treasures deep hidden.<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">Yet, before our frail bark,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Be the way light or dark,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our Sun, and the Star that we follow,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Is He, who unbinds<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Or enchains the strong winds;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose hand holds the seas in its hollow.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">If o’er the bright skies<br /></span>
<span class="i4">The wild storm-spirit rise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And spread his black wings full of thunder,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Our canvass we ’ll reef,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Or heave-to for relief,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And safely his pinions pass under.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">And so, ’mid the strife<br /></span>
<span class="i4">On the flood-waves of life,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To Heaven in our ark lowly bending<br /></span>
<span class="i4">For help would we cry,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Till the dove, from on high,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Appears with the peace-branch descending.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">Thus, we’ve friend, love, and home,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Wheresoe’er we may roam<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The wide seas, from pole to equator—<br /></span>
<span class="i4">We ’ve a light, and high-tower,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">In the name and the power<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of him, who is ocean’s Creator.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_SEA-EAGLES_FALL" id="THE_SEA-EAGLES_FALL">THE SEA-EAGLE’S FALL.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">An</span> Eagle, on his towering wing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hung o’er the summer sea;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And ne’er did airy, feathered king<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Look prouder there than he.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He spied the finny tribes below,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Amid the limpid brine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And felt it now was time to know<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whereon he was to dine.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He saw a noble, shining fish<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So near the surface swim,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He felt at once a hungry wish<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To make a feast of him.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then straight he took his downward course;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A sudden plunge he gave;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And pouncing, seized, with murderous force,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His tempter in the wave.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He struck his talons firm and deep,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Within the slippery prize,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In hope his ruffian grasp to keep;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And high and dry to rise.<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But ah! it was a fatal stoop,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As ever monarch made;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And, for that rash—that cruel swoop,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He soon most dearly paid!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The fish had too much gravity<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To yield to this attack.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His feet the eagle could not free<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From off the scaly back.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He ’d seized on one too strong and great;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His mastery now was gone!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And on, by that prepondering weight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And downward, he was drawn.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Nor found he here the element<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where he could move with grace;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And flap, and dash, his pinions went,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In ocean’s wrinkled face.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They could not bring his talons out,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His forfeit life to save;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And planted thus, he writhed about<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Upon his gaping grave.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He raised his head, and gave a shriek,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To bid adieu to light:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The water bubbled in his beak—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He sank from human sight!<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The children of the sea came round,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The foreigner to view.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To see an airy monarch drowned,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To them was something new!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Some gave a quick, astonished look,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And darted swift away;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While some his parting plumage shook,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And nibbled him for prey.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O! who that saw that bird at noon<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So high and proudly soar,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Could think how awkwardly—how soon,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He ’d fall to rise no more?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Though glory, majesty, and pride<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Were his an hour ago,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Deprived of all, that eagle died,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For stooping once too low!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Now, have you ever known or heard<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of biped, from his sphere<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Descending, like that silly bird,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To buy a fish so dear?<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_CAGED_LION" id="THE_CAGED_LION">THE CAGED LION.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lion</span>, like a captive king,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sad behind thy prison grate,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Monarch, how I long to bring<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Back to thee thy lost estate!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Where thy royal kindred live—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where thy native sky is warm,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sufferer, how I long to give<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Freedom to that noble form!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Gladly would I know thee there,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Bounding over Afric’s plain,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wildly, with the desert air<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wafting wide thy flowing mane.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Are there words that can describe<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What thou wast, at liberty,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When “The Lion of the tribe<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of Judah” names his type in thee?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Here, beneath thy keeper’s hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where the blasts of winter freeze,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Think’st thou of that palmy land,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thy mild country o’er the seas?<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Seen but through thy prison bars,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Round thee set so strong and thick,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Do not sun, and moon, and stars<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Make thy cowering spirit sick?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Grace, and majesty, and power<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Were thy gifts by nature made;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet, in one unhappy hour,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">All to lose, wast thou betrayed.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When thou first was snared and caught,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Never after to be free,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How thy mighty spirit wrought<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In thee, like a troubled sea!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But thou didst not, couldst not think<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of the deep indignity,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To which thou then wast doomed to sink—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of the exile thou must be.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Oh! that quenched and languid eye<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Tells me of a pining heart:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Homesick prisoner, sooner die<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Than remain the thing thou art.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Liberty to me and mine—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Liberty is life and breath!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So no less to thee and thine—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Bonds to both but lingering death.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_TRAVELLER_AT_THE_RED_SEA" id="THE_TRAVELLER_AT_THE_RED_SEA">THE TRAVELLER AT THE RED SEA.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">At</span> last have I found thee, thou dark, rolling sea!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I gaze on thy face, and I listen to thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With spirit o’erawed by the sight and the sound,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While mountain and desert frown gloomy around.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And thee, mighty deep, from afar I behold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which God swept apart for his people of old—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That Egypt’s proud army, unstained by their blood,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Received on thy bed, to entomb in thy flood.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I cast my eye out, where the cohorts went down:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A throng of pale spectres, no waters can drown,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With banner and blades, seem to rise on the waves,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As Pharaoh’s bold hosts rushed in arms to their graves.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But quick from the light of the skies they withdraw,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At silent Omnipotence shrinking with awe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And each sinks away in his billowy shroud,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From him who walked here, clothed in fire and a cloud.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I stand by the pass, the freed Hebrews then trod,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sustained by the hand of Jehovah, dry-shod;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And think how the song of salvation, they sang,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With praise to his name, through the wilderness rang.<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Our Father, who then didst thine Israel guide,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Console, and rebuke in their wanderings wide,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From these gloomy waters, through this desert drear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O still in life’s maze, to thy pilgrim be near!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Let sins, that would hold in their service, or slay<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The soul, that would break from their bondage away,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Forever be drowned in the blood of thy Son,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who o’er sin and death hath the victory won.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Whilst thou, day by day, wilt thy manna bestow,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And give, for my thirst, the Rock-fountain to flow,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Refreshed by the way, will I speed to the clime<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of rest for the weary, beyond earth and time.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_HEBREW_CAPTIVES" id="THE_HEBREW_CAPTIVES">THE HEBREW CAPTIVES.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Our</span> altars they razed, and our temples profaned!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The blood of our prophets and kindred they drained!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And us, from our desolate homes did they bear<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Afar, the cold chains of the Painim to wear.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And they, who had carried us captive, drew nigh;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They looked on our woes with an insolent eye;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our burdens were heavy, our fetters were strong;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then, they required of us mirth and a song!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">We hung up our harps on the willows to sleep;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By Babylon’s rivers we sat down to weep;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The song of the Lord, as too holy to sound,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We shut in our souls, on that dark heathen ground.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">We thought of our Zion, and sent her a sigh<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By each gentle breeze, that went silently by;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But poured not the strains in the proud Painim’s ear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That God and his angels will hearken to hear!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="FRAGMENTS_FROM_ESTHER_A_POEM" id="FRAGMENTS_FROM_ESTHER_A_POEM">FRAGMENTS FROM “ESTHER,” A POEM.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> monarch of Persia has wrapped o’er his breast<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The vesture, whose jewels emblazoned the throne:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His lovely young queen, who in sackcloth is dressed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Is far from his presence, and weeping alone.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza-break">
* * * *<br />
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And who in behalf of her people shall sue<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For mercy? To whom will the sovereign give ear?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’T is death now to be, in his kingdom, a Jew—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">’T is death in his presence uncalled to appear.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The wife of his bosom that peril will take!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The helpless young Jewess, so gentle and fair,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To live with her people, or die for their sake,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Will go to her lord, and her nation declare.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For little he deems that his idolized bride,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The joy of his heart—the delight of his eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is born of that race whom the Persians deride—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A people, his nation oppress and despise.<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">There ’s wine at the palace, and feasting, and mirth;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In Esther’s still chamber there ’s fasting, and prayer;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While he with the crown, has the homage of earth,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She calls on her God her doomed people to spare.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She thinks of her fathers in Egypt’s dark land—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She thinks of the bush, as in Horeb it burned;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She knows who the hearts of the kings hath in hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To turn them, as rivers of water are turned.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To him, for support, and for light to her mind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She sends up the cries of her soul from the dust;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then, rising to go to the king, is resigned<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To do this and perish, if perish she must.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza-break">
* * * *<br />
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">With fasting and tears she is languid and pale;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But o’er her young face beams the sunrise of soul;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And flesh, though but feeble, and ready to fail,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Is urged to its point by the spirit’s control.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The <em>woman</em> within her is timid and faint;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The <em>holy believer</em>, unawed and serene;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She goes to the presence, adorned as a <em>saint</em>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With power that has never invested the <em>queen</em>.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza-break">
* * * *<br />
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span>
<span class="i0">And now are her people to safety restored—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To peace, and their rights, when resistance had failed:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A woman in weakness, who drew on the Lord<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For strength, o’er the mighty of earth hath prevailed.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Fair Jewess, the tears thou hast dropped in the dust,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As pearls, to Jehovah are precious and bright.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The hand, that in sorrow has here been thy trust,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Will crown thee with joy in the kingdom of light.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="GONE_IN_HER_BEAUTY" id="GONE_IN_HER_BEAUTY">GONE IN HER BEAUTY.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">O</span>! she is gone! the wintry blasts, that sweep<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wild round her mansion, trouble not her sleep:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Gone in her beauty! Fast the drifting snows<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fall cold, but harmless, o’er her deep repose!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Here, in her circle of its gem bereft,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Love hath but tears to fill the place she left.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sigh calls to sigh, from aching bosoms drawn.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Void gives to void the mournful echo, “<em>gone!</em>”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Spring will return, and bring around her door<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sweet opening flowers, their odors there to pour,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Striving to win her forth, who planted them,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Once more to smile that they adorn the stem.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet, must they wait her, till they die away:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She was a fairer, lovelier flower than they,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Snapped off in blooming! ere a leaf could fade,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cast into darkness! wrapped in silent shade!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O! she is gone; and where shall burdened grief<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pour forth her fountains for the soul’s relief?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not to the dust to nourish earthly weeds:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They yield no balsam while the spirit bleeds!<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Not unto death let sorrow’s waters flow,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But to death’s victor may the weeper go!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His risen glory, chasing mortal gloom,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shows grief a rainbow, bending o’er the tomb.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_NUN" id="THE_NUN">THE NUN.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Fair</span> penitent, with rosary,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And cross and veil, in gloomy cell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What guilty deed was done by thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To cause thee here immured to dwell?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Come forward, and present thy cause;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That we may clearly judge, and know<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If violated human laws<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Imprison and afflict thee so:<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Or if it be some secret sin,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That haunts thy contrite soul with fears;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And here sequesters thee within<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The place of fasting, gloom, and tears?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Art thou the guiltiest of thy race?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Why, thou art human, it is true;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which is alone enough for grace<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To have renewing work to do.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But, can devotion, warm and deep,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thy duty’s bounds so closely set,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That faith may plough, and sow, and reap<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By trials shunned, instead of met?<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">What ray of truth, revealed, would thus<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Make of a tender opening soul<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A close, dark blue convolvulus,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And give its bloom this inward roll?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Dost thou the never-fading crown<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of life and joy intend to win,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By here supinely sitting down,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where others but the race begin?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And dost thou think to gain the palm<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By hiding from thy Saviour’s foes;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or hope in Gilead’s sacred balm<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A cure for self-inflicted woes?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I never saw a Nun before;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And therefore claim indulgence now,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If I presume to question more<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Than courtesy might, else, allow:<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">As one, then, who in darkness pleads,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For light, I ask to be informed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How, by a string of pegs and beads,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A soul is raised, or fed, or warmed.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Tell me, thou sober <em>cabalist</em>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What is the potent, hidden charm<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hung on that string, or in its twist<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Contorted, for repelling harm?<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And is thy spirit kept so faint,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It cannot mount to God above;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But here must substitute a saint,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In image, for a heavenly love?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Has He, who lived and died for us—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whose gifts are light and liberty,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Left in his Word the <em>mitimus</em><br /></span>
<span class="i2">That here confines and fetters thee?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Does He assign a living tomb<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For souls, endowed with vital grace;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or need surrounding convent gloom,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To show the radiance of his face?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And, pensive Nun, now what ’s the chart<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That he has drawn, and left below,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That by it every pious heart<br /></span>
<span class="i2">May follow on the Lord to know?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Far from temptation, in retreat,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Did he consume his earthly days?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With houseless head, and weary feet,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What were his works? and where his ways?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O! get thy spirit’s wings unfurled!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hide not thy candle, if ’t is lit:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be <em>in</em>, but be not <em>of</em> the world,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If thou wouldst shine to lighten it.<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Come out, and show that face demure;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And see, if, smit on either cheek,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy righteous soul would then endure<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To turn the other, and be meek.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For, let me tell thee, coy recluse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If we are gold, we must be tried;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If stones, we must be hewn for use,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or by the builder cast aside.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The axe and chisel, we must bear,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To give us smoothness, shape, and size,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are in the world—the furnace there;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For Heaven the gold and silver tries.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If we are salt to salt the earth,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ah, then, our savor, to be known,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Must be diffused; for what ’s the worth<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of salt <em>en masse</em>, boxed up alone?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The touchstone, where we must inquire<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If we have safely hid our life,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is found in pitfall, flood, and fire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Allurements sweet, and bitter strife.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Come out! behold the billowy seas,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The flowery earth, and shining skies:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Say wherefore God created these;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And then, fair Nun, thy beauteous eyes.<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Was it for thee to turn and slight<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The glorious things he spread to view—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To give earth, ocean, air, and light,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And freedom, for a dismal mew?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O! if beneath some lawless vow<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To man, in self-delusion made,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">An heir of heaven is brought to bow,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That vow were better broke than paid.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">What binds thee here? or who shall set<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His name endorsed a pledge for thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When Christ has died to pay thy debt,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And burst the tomb to make thee free?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The world’s the great arena, where<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The fight of faith must well be fought,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And each good warrior seen to wear<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The armor for the victory wrought.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">How dost thou know but it may be<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thy foe, thy tempter, who has found<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This cunning way to corner thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To keep thee from the battle-ground?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Come forth, thou timid, hampered one,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And doff that outward, odd disguise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That cumbers thee, if thou wouldst run,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or fight the fight, to win the prize.<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Come! from the bushel take thy light,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And give its radiance room to play;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bind on thy shoes and armor tight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And up, and to the field away!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="TREES_FOR_THE_PILGRIMS_WREATH" id="TREES_FOR_THE_PILGRIMS_WREATH">TREES FOR THE PILGRIM’S WREATH.</a></h3>
<div class="quote-container">
<div class="quote">
<p>Knowing that tribulation worketh patience, and patience expe­rience,
and expe­rience hope; and hope maketh not ashamed.</p>
<p class="right">
<span class="smcap">Romans</span> v. 3-5.<br />
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Tribulation</span>, if by loss,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or by thorny gain, the cross,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou art not a barren tree;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Seeds of Patience drop from thee.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Patience, bitter from thy root<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upward, till we reach the fruit,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou hast golden grains to sow,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whence Experience full shall grow.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Broad Experience, rank and dark;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thick in leaves, and rough in bark;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Through thy dubious shade we grope,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till we grasp the bough of Hope.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Hope, we ’re not ashamed, with thee<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Showered by drops from Calvary,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When thy branches shoot and bloom<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Through a Saviour’s broken tomb.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Trees, whereof the pilgrim weaves<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For his crown the mingled leaves,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wreaths of you are rich and bright;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Earth ’s the shade, and heaven ’s the light.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_MUSHROOMS_SOLILOQUY" id="THE_MUSHROOMS_SOLILOQUY">THE MUSHROOM’S SOLILOQUY.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">O what</span>, and whence am I, ’mid damps and dust,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And darkness, into sudden being thrust?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What was I yesterday? and what will be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Perchance, to-morrow, seen or heard of me?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Poor, lone, unfriended, ignorant, forlorn,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To bear the new, full glory of the morn,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beneath the garden wall I stand aside,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With all before me, beauty, show, and pride.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Ah! why did nature shoot me up to light,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A thing unfit for use—unfit for sight;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Less like her work, than like a piece of art,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whirled out and trimmed exact in every part?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Unlike the graceful shrub and flexile vine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No fruit, nor branch, nor leaf, nor bud is mine.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No humming-bird, nor butterfly, nor bee<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will come to cheer, caress or flatter me.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">No beauteous flower adorns my humble head,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No spicy odors on the air I shed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But here I ’m stationed in my sober suit,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With only top and stem—I ’ve scarce a root.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Untaught of my beginning and my end,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I know not whence I sprang, or where I tend;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet, I will wait and trust, and ne’er presume<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To question <span class="smcap">Justice</span>—I, a frail Mushroom!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_SPIRIT_AND_THE_MOUNTAIN" id="THE_SPIRIT_AND_THE_MOUNTAIN">THE SPIRIT AND THE MOUNTAIN.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Mountain</span>, with thy firm old foot<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Fast beside the sea,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What was in thy keeping put,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Prisoned under thee?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“Hark, and hear the shuddering ground!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Feel it rock and quake!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Struggling fires, beneath me bound,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Strive their chains to break.”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Mountain, with a cloudy vest<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Girded o’er thy heart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Does it pierce thine aged breast,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When its lightnings dart?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“No:—beneath me far, the crash<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of the bolt is felt:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here, the fiery chain and flash<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But adorn my belt.”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Mountain, with a snowy crown<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Stainless on thy brow,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wilt thou never cast it down—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Never, never bow?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“When the mandate I shall hear<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From my Maker’s throne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I will bow and disappear,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hence to be unknown.”<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Mountain, holding proud and high<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thine old hoary head,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What is written on the sky,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thou so long hast read?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“Brighter than the stars and sun<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Shining over me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I behold the name of <span class="smcap">One</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thou must die to see!”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Mountain, bold thine eloquence—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Glowing is thy speech;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mighty import flashes thence;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What is it to teach?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“Thoughts of Him, before whose breath<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I shall melt away;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While of thee, soul—spirit, death<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ne’er shall quench a ray!”<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_FALL_OF_THE_STATUE" id="THE_FALL_OF_THE_STATUE">THE FALL OF THE STATUE.</a></h3>
<p class="small likeh3">A SCENE OF THE REVOLUTION.</p>
<div class="small">
<p>This declaration [of Independence] was received by the people
with transports of joy. Public rejoicings took place in various
parts of the Union. In New York, the statue of George III. was
taken down; and the lead, of which it was composed, was converted
into musket-balls.</p>
<p class="right">
<span class="smcap">Goodrich’s History of the United States.</span><br />
</p>
</div>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">There</span> stood in New York, when, the times growing warm,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All o’er our fair country had gathered the storm,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which wore in its coming, so fearful a form,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But left us the rainbow of peace,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">An image of royalty, stately and proud—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A leaden old king, where his votaries bowed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While true friends of Liberty marked it, and vowed<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That its honors should speedily cease.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And when our brave statesmen the article signed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Declaring us free, with pure freedom of mind,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Columbia’s true sons, feeling strongly inclined<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To learn how the statue was based,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Assembled forthwith; and, besieging it, found<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That the king in head, body and limb was quite sound,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And had of good lead in him many a pound,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which might be more usefully placed.<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then, “Down with the ponderous George the Third!”<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From a mingling of voices together, was heard,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With shoutings aloud, as they gave out the word,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">“Down with it! let it come down!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We ’ll soon transform his grave highness of lead,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And turn him to balls from the feet to the head;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then shall the mouths of our muskets be fed<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With him of the throne and the crown.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“So now for the fall! for our Sages have met,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And their names to a broad Declaration have set,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That they are resolved, from this moment, to get<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of the king independent and free;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And to give by their valor a nation her birth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or to empty their veins, a free gift to the earth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In Liberty’s name, to betoken her worth<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To us and the millions to be.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“Columbia’s wrongs have gone to the skies;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’T is time that her blood and her spirit should rise<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Above her oppressors, till tyranny flies,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And leaves her unfettered, to bear<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The flag of a nation instead of a chain—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The palm of her triumph, ’mid weakness and pain,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O’er them that were mighty, but struggled in vain<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To force her their shackles to wear.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“And, no leaden monarch will we have to stand<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Proclaiming our vassalage here, in the land<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of lovely Manhattan! We ’ll each lend a hand<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</a></span>
<span class="i2">To give him a jerk or a pull,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And flat to the ground, in a trice, as we bring<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His dignified form, it shall merrily ding,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To sound all around how we honor the king,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And pay our respects to John Bull.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“This, this is the season for trying men’s souls,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The nerves of their arms, and the worth of their polls!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So, we ’ll have his Majesty <em>over the coals</em>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And make him the first that shall <em>run</em>:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When, heated to melting, he hides in the mould,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We ’ll hold him there still, till new-shapen and cold;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then, off he shall go, like a tale that is told,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In the voice of the thundering gun!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“The discomposed Sovereign with us shall unite,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And fly at his friends for our cause in the fight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To scatter his subjects—to purchase our right—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The land of oppression to clear.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And he, to whom, whizzing, his monarch shall come,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In the form of a ball, ’mid the noise of the drum,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The flashes and smoke, will have finished the sum<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of his deeds as a royalist here!”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then, flat to the earth was his Eminence cast!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The dust rose above him, and mounted the blast,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While a bevy of Rome’s feathered sentinels passed,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[200]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Raised their wings, and huzzaed as he fell!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But, how the proud royalist felt, when the lead<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of his late British Majesty came at his head,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While some dropped before it, and some turned and fled,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Is more than a <em>Yankee</em> can tell.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_BIRDS_MATERNAL_CARE" id="THE_BIRDS_MATERNAL_CARE">THE BIRD’S MATERNAL CARE.</a></h3>
<p class="small likeh3">The following is but versified statement of a touching, literal fact
that occurred not long since a few rods from my own door.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">A shadowy</span> tree, that grew beside<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Its city owner’s door,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Its branches threw so high and wide,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That many a bird could sing, and hide<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Among the leaves it bore.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A robin came, and built her nest<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In that green rustling tree.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At evening, there she sank to rest<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And furled her weary wings, as blest<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As little bird could be.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Upon her side her drowsy head,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Beneath her folded wing,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She pillowed, while the night-hours fled;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When morning flushed the east with red,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She ’d wake, and mount, and sing.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Five pretty eggs of azure hue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In that soft nest she laid.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So clear and vivid was their blue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like polished balls they shone to view,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of purest sapphire made.<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And many a day she brooded o’er<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Those treasures, till they grew,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In what the shells contained before,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To something different—something more—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Young birds came peeping through!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Five little baby birds were there,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In that fond robin’s nest,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All callow; and their mother’s care<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was now to find their daily fare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And shield them with her breast.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Her tiny game, or berries ripe<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From some far distant stem<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She ’d bring them; then her beak she ’d wipe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And sit upon a twig, and pipe<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A mother’s tune to them.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">At length, the owner of the tree<br /></span>
<span class="i2">One dismal, stormy day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His window from the shade to free,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The better in his room to see,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Some branches lopped away.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He dropped the very bough that hung<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A curtain o’er the nest.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sun burnt through the clouds, and flung<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His fire the helpless brood among,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till they were sore oppressed.<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Their tender mother then was seen<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To stand on weary feet,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where now they missed the leafy green,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With one wing raised her babes to screen<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From sultry noontide heat.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And, patient there, she day by day,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Upon her nest’s round edge,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Stood up to keep the sun away,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While, shaded thus, her nestlings lay<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till time their forms could fledge.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then, when the master of the tree<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Beheld what love and care<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Within a mother bird could be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He wished in vain that he could see<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The bough still living there.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus, thoughtless we may often pain<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or grieve a feeling heart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wherein the anguish must remain,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While we may wish, but wish in vain,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To lay or lull the smart.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A good destroyed ’s a fearful thing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And so ’s a good undone!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We, serving self, on self may bring<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A heavier ill—a keener sting<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Than what we sought to shun.<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">’T is little acts of good or ill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That make our vast account.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No <em>one</em>, though great, does <em>all</em> God’s will<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Small drops the caves of ocean fill;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And sands compose the mount.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="SONG" id="SONG">SONG.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Little</span> bird, little bird, with thy beautiful eye.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Looking as if ’t were cut out of a star,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How do I know but it once was on high,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Beaming through evening, sublime from afar?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I cannot say what thy Maker divine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When he composed thee an optic so bright,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Making the skill of his finger to shine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Drew from those high upper regions of light.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Little bird, little bird, with thy spirit-like wings,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Fleet as the air,—as the rainbow in hues,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How can I tell but the Ruler of kings<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Formed them by those his blest ministers use?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Were not the fancy-like tints of thy plume,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was not the delicate down of thy breast,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Caught from the flowers that in Paradise bloom,—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Plucked from the couch where the weary ones rest?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Little bird, little bird, with thy musical voice<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Tuned like a seraph’s, deep, flowing, and clear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was not thy melody, touching and choice,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Taught by some angel, who visited here?<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">What, what, pretty fairy! so soon must thou go,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Fleet as a vision, without a reply,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Just like all other bright treasures below,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Charming a moment, to change or to fly?<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_WHITE_MOTH" id="THE_WHITE_MOTH">THE WHITE MOTH.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Beware</span>, pretty Moth, so unsullied and white,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Beware of the lamp’s dazzling rays!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It is not a drop of the sun! but a light<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That shines to allure little rovers by night;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Away! there is death in the blaze.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O why didst thou come from thy covert of green,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The vine, round my window so bright;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And pop in to know what was here to be seen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Forsaking thy shield, and escaping thy screen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And hazarding life by the flight?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The down on thy limbs and thy bosom so pure<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That flame would most fatally singe:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And nothing thy beautiful wings can insure<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From harm and from pain beyond mending or cure,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If caught by their delicate fringe.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Return, giddy wanderer, safe to the vine;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And breathe in the fresh evening air;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Go, look at the stars, as they twinkle and shine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And cling to a leaf, or the tendrils that twine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My soft little eavesdropper, there!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And then, by a song I will sing, thou shalt know,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Why thus I have lifted my arm<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To scare thee away from thy luminous foe.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That threw out its beams, as a snare, and a show<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To tempt the unwary to harm.<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[208]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For, I through the day, have been guarded by One,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who, greater and wiser than I,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Has pitied my frailty; and forced me to shun<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Illusive temptations, where I might have run<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The peril of sporting to die.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">’T was kindness from Him, to whose care I commend<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Myself through the darkness of night,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That taught me so quick to come in, as a friend,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Between thee and evil, thy life to defend;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Pretty Moth, so unsullied and white.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[209]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="EDWARD_AND_CHARLES" id="EDWARD_AND_CHARLES">EDWARD AND CHARLES.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> brothers went out with their father to ride,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where they looked for the flowers, that, along the way-side,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So lately were blooming and fair;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But their delicate heads by the frost had been nipped;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their stalks by the blast were all twisted and stripped;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And nothing but ruin was there.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“Oh! how the rude autumn has spoiled the green hills!”<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Exclaimed little Charles, “and has choked the bright rills<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With leaves that are faded and dead!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The few on the trees are fast losing their hold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And leaving the branches so naked and cold,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That the beautiful birds have all fled.”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“I know,” replied Edward, “the country has lost<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A great many charms by the touch of the frost,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which used to appear to the eye;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But then, it has opened the chestnut-burr too,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The walnut released from the case where it grew;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And now is our <em>Thanksgiving</em> nigh!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“Oh! what do you think we shall do on that day?”<br /></span>
<span class="i0">“I guess,” answered Charles, “we shall all go away<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[210]</a></span>
<span class="i2">To Grandpa’s; and there find enough<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of turkeys, plum-puddings, and pies by the dozens,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For Grandpa’ and Grandma’, aunts, uncles and cousins;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And at night we ’ll all play blind-man’s-buff.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“Perhaps we ’ll get Grandpa’ to tell us some stories<br /></span>
<span class="i0">About the old times, with their <em>Wigs</em> and their <em>Tories</em>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And what sort of men they could be;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When some spread their tables without any cloth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With basins and spoons, and the fuming bean-broth<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which they took for their coffee and tea.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“They ’d queer kind of sights, I have heard Grandma’ say,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">About in their streets; for, if not every day,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">At least it was nothing uncommon,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To see them pile on the poor back of one horse<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A saddle and <em>pillion</em>; and what was still worse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Up mounted a man and a woman!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“The lady held on by the driver; and so,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Away about town at full trot would they go;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or perhaps to a great country marriage—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To Thanksgiving-supper—to husking, or ball;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or quilting; for thus did they take nearly all<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their rides, on an animal carriage.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“I know not what <em>huskings</em> and <em>quiltings</em> may be;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Grandma’ will tell; and perhaps let us see<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[211]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Some things, she has, long laid away:—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That stiff damask gown, with its sharp-pointed waist,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The hoop, the craped-cushion, and buckles of paste,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which they wore in her grandparents’ day.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“She says they had buttons as large as our dollars,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To wear on their coats with their square, standing collars:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And then, there ’s a droll sort, of hat,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which Mary once fixed me one like, out of paper,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And said she believed ’t was called, <em>three-cornered scraper</em>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Perhaps, too, she ’ll let us see that.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“Oh! a glorious time we shall have! If they knew<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At the South, what it is, I guess they ’d have one too;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But I have heard somebody say,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That, there, they call all the New England folks <em>Bumpkins</em>,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because we eat puddings, and pies made of pumpkins<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And have our good Thanksgiving-day.”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“I think, brother Charles,” returned Edward, “at least,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That they might go to church, if they do n’t like the feast;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[212]</a></span>
<span class="i2">For to me it is much the best part,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To hear the sweet anthems of praise, that we give<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To Him, on whose bounty we constantly live:—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It is feasting the ear and the heart.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“From Him, who has brought us another year round,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who gives every blessing, wherewith we are crowned,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their gratitude who can withhold?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And now how I wish I could know all the poor<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their Thanksgiving-stores had already secure,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their fuel, and clothes for the cold!”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“I ’m glad,” said their father, “to hear such a wish;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But wishes alone, can fill nobody’s dish,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or clothe them, or build them a fire.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And now I will give you the money, my sons.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which I promised, you know, for your drum and your guns,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To spend in the way you desire.”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The brothers went home, thinking o’er by the way,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For how many comforts this money might pay,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In something for clothing or food:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At length they resolved, if their mother would spend it<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For what she thought best, they would get her to send it<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where she thought it would do the most good.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[213]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="MUSIC_OF_THE_CRICKETS" id="MUSIC_OF_THE_CRICKETS">MUSIC OF THE CRICKETS.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">I cannot</span> to the city go,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where all in sound and sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Declares that nature does not know,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or do a thing aright.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To granite wall, and tower, and dome<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My heart could never cling;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Its simple strings are tied to home—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To where the crickets sing.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I ’m certain I was never made<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To run a city race,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Along a human palisade,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That ’s ever shifting place.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The bustle, fashion, art and show<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Were each a weary thing;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Amid them, I should sigh to go<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And hear the crickets sing.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If there, I might no longer be<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Myself, as now I seem,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But lose my own identity,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And walk, as in a dream;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or else, with din and crowd oppressed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I ’d wish for sparrow’s wing.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To fly away, and be at rest,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where free the crickets sing.<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[214]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The fire-fly, rising from the grass<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A winged and living light,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I would not give for all the gas,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That spoils their city sight.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not all the pomp and etiquette<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of citizen or king,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall make my rustic heart forget<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The song, the crickets sing.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I find in hall and gallery,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their figures tame and faint,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To my wild bird, and brook, and tree,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Without a touch of paint.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And from the sweetest instrument<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of pipe, or key, or string,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I ’d turn away, and feel content<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To hear the crickets sing.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O! who could paint the placid moon,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That ’s beaming through the bough<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of yon high elm, or play the tune,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That sounds beneath it now?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not all the silver of the mine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor human power could bring<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Another moon like her to shine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or make a cricket sing.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I know that, when the crickets trill<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their plaintive strains by night,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They tell us that, from vale and hill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The summer takes her flight.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[215]</a></span>
<span class="i0">And were there no renewing Power,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">’T would be a mournful thing,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To think of fading leaf and flower;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And hear the crickets sing.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But, why should change with sadness dim<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our eye, when thought can range<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Through time and space, and fly to him,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who is without a change?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For he, who meted out the year,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Will give another spring:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He rolls at once the shining sphere,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And makes the cricket sing.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And when another autumn strips<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The summer leaves away,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If cold and silent be the lips<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That breathed and moved to-day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The time I ’ve passed with nature’s God<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Will cause no spirit sting,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though I ’ve adored him from the sod<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whereon the crickets sing.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[216]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="CHILDHOODS_DREAM" id="CHILDHOODS_DREAM">CHILDHOOD’S DREAM.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Give</span> me back, give me back but my one infant dream,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As it passed on the turf by my dear native stream,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where I slept from my play, while the wind tossed my hair,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till its ringlets, unbound, clasped the violets there.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O return, fleeting time, the soft moments that flew<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By the calm sinking sun, and the fall of the dew,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When, refreshing as light, and as dew to the flower<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O’er my young spirit came the blest dream of that hour!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I remember the song of the bird, and the breeze<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With the perfumes it swept from the bloom of the trees,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As my eyes gently closed; but the visions that stole<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Through my fancy’s green bowers, come no more to my soul!<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They were sweet but to pass, as the odors that fled<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From the young flowers I crushed, while they pillowed my head;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And like them, when they flew on the wings of the air,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They are gone, and have left not a trace to tell where!<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[217]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They were clear as the sun in his mild, setting rays;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They were pure as the stars, soon to kindle and blaze;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But they ’re gone! I have lost the dear dream of that sleep,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As a bright planet drowned in the vast ether deep.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet the face of my mother, through tears as she smiled,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When she found, gently raised, and led home her lost child—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I shall see that loved face by time’s stream evermore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till I follow her home, where life’s dreamings are o’er.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[218]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_FRUIT-TREE_BLOSSOM" id="THE_FRUIT-TREE_BLOSSOM">THE FRUIT-TREE BLOSSOM.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">My</span> flower, thou art as sweet to me.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thy form as full and fair—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As rich a fruit shall follow thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As if thou hadst denied the bee<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The pure and precious gift, that he<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wafts joyous through the air.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The spices from thy bosom flow<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As freely round thee now,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As if withheld an hour ago.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bestowing, thou canst still bestow;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though, whence thy gifts thou may’st not know,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or giving, tell me how.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And future good, we yet shall find,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was hidden in thy heart;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Its witness shall be left behind,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When thou like all thy tender kind,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy minutes summed, shalt be resigned<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Forever to depart.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thy ruin I would not forestall;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet soon, I know, to thee<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Must come, what happens once to all:—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy life will fail, and thou must fall—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Must fade and perish, past recall,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To vanish from the tree.<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[219]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then, on the bough where thou wast sent<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To pass thy fleeting days,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At work for which thine hours were lent,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In silent, balmy, mild content,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A rich and shining monument<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To thee will nature raise.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Now, not in pride—in purpose high,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Awhile in beauty shine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And speak, through man’s admiring eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Forbidding every passer by<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To wish to live, or dare to die<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With object less than thine.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[220]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_PLYMOUTH_APPLE_DECLINED" id="THE_PLYMOUTH_APPLE_DECLINED">THE PLYMOUTH APPLE DECLINED.</a></h3>
<p class="small">Visiting at the house of a friend in Boston, I was shown an apple
which he told me had been sent to him from Plymouth, and was the
fruit of a tree that was planted by Peregrine White, the first child
born of Pilgrim parents in New England. I praised the apple for
its beauty, and the venerable associations connected with it. He
wished me to keep it; but, as he had no other of the tree, I declined
the gift.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">I wanted</span> the apple, when offered to me<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By its generous owner, but thought it not right<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To take it, because it had grown on a tree,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That sprang from a seed sown by <span class="smcap">Peregrine White</span>.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And he, who thus proffered it, had none beside it;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While diffidence checked the words,—“Let us divide it.”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Now Peregrine White was the first <em>white</em>, you know,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who drew his first breath in New England—the child,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose parents were making to bud and to blow,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With its earliest blossoms, America’s wild:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But he with the fruit never questioned me, whether<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We might partake of the apple together.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Though a fabled divinity once had let fall<br /></span>
<span class="i2">An apple of gold, where his favorites thronged,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Inscribed, “Of the fair, to the fairest of all!”<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It was not to me this whole apple belonged:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[221]</a></span>
<span class="i0">My friend was no god—and then I, but a woman;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I thought that to halve it were just about human.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The whole I declined; still I did not deny<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A wish that, unuttered, was strong in my heart;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And from it <em>entire</em>, while averting my eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I own I was secretly coveting <em>part</em>;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And had he divided the offering presented,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Preserving one half, I had come off contented.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Had Solomon been there to put in a word,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His wisdom had brought the debate to an end,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Deciding at once, by the edge of his sword,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This contest of kindness between friend and friend:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet he with the apple was quite too short-sighted<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To see how I might in a half have delighted.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I hope that next autumn he ’ll go where it grew,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And, if not forbidden the fruit, that he ’ll reach<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And pluck a fair apple, then cut it in two,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And tell me at once that <em>a half is for each</em>.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of friendship’s best gift how the worth may be lightened<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By having it whole, when, if shared, how ’t were heightened!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[222]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_HALF_APPLE" id="THE_HALF_APPLE">THE HALF APPLE.</a></h3>
<p class="small">A year after the foregoing poem was written, a nice little casket
was sent me, at the distance of thirty-five miles, which, on opening,
I found to contain the half of an apple like the one I had seen the
previous autumn.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> half of an apple, well-flavored and fair,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which shows by division such soundness of heart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I gratefully hold; and acknowledge the care<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And kindness of him, who retains t ’other part.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The fruit, that would perish, I taste with delight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The seed taking out to lay cautiously by,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because it encloses, concealed from my sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">An emblem of that, which in us cannot die.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Its elements, when ’t is laid low in the earth,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If good, will arise in fresh verdure and bloom;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As man’s deathless soul seeks the world of its birth,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When what it once dwelt in lies dark in the tomb.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The little memento I ’ll hide in the ground,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For Nature, its mother, to tenderly rear;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And bright be its blossoms—its fruit fair and sound,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When I and the giver no more shall be here!<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[223]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For, when I depart, and some good, living deed<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Would fain leave behind, in remembrance of me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At least, be it said that I planted a seed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That others might gather the fruit from the tree!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[224]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_HORTICULTURISTS_TABLE-HYMN" id="THE_HORTICULTURISTS_TABLE-HYMN">THE HORTICULTURIST’S TABLE-HYMN.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">From</span> him, who was lord of the fruits and the flowers,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That in Paradise grew, ere he lost its possession—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who breathed in the balm, and reposed in the bowers<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of our garden ancestral, we claim our profession.<br /></span>
<span class="i10">And fruits rich and bright<br /></span>
<span class="i10">Bless our taste and our sight<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As e’er gave our father in Eden delight:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our fount clear as that, which he drank from, here flows;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where green grows the myrtle, and blushing the rose.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">While some sit in clouds but to murmur, or grieve<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That earth has her wormwood, her pitfalls, and brambles;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We smile, and go forth her rich gifts to receive,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where the boughs drop their purple and gold on our rambles.<br /></span>
<span class="i10">Untiring and free,<br /></span>
<span class="i10">As we work, like the bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We bear off a sweet from each plant, shrub, and tree:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where some gather thorns but to torture the flesh,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ripe clusters we pluck, and our spirits refresh.<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[225]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet, not to self only, we draw from the soil<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The treasures that Heaven in its vitals hath hidden;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For thus to lock up the fair fruits of our toil<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Were bliss half possessed, and a sin all forbidden.<br /></span>
<span class="i10">Like morning’s first ray,<br /></span>
<span class="i10">When it spreads into day,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our hearts must flow out, until self melts away!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our joys, in the bosoms around us when sown,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Spring up and bloom out, throwing sweets to our own.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And this makes the world all a garden to us,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where He, who has walled it, his glory is shedding:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His smile is its sun; and beholding it thus,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We gratefully feast, while his bounty is spreading.<br /></span>
<span class="i10">Our spirits grow bright<br /></span>
<span class="i10">As they bathe in his light,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That beams on the board where in joy we unite:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the sparks, which we take to enkindle our mirth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are blessings from heaven showering down on the earth.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And now that we meet, and the chain is of <em>flowers</em>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which binds us together, may sadness ne’er blight them,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till those, who <em>must</em> break from a compact like ours,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ascend where the ties of the blest reunite them!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[226]</a></span>
<span class="i10">May each, who is here,<br /></span>
<span class="i10">At the banquet appear,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where Life fills the wine-cup, and Love makes it clear;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Gilead’s balm in its freshness shall flow<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On the wounds, which the <em>pruning-knife</em> gave us below!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[227]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_WHIP-POOR-WILL" id="THE_WHIP-POOR-WILL">THE WHIP-POOR-WILL.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Thou</span> mournful bird, when shadows fell<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At yester-eve on hill and dell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I heard thee of thy sorrows tell;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And, as the dews distil,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Again, amid this twilight gray,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I hear thee pour thy solemn lay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With only one sad thing to say,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Still crying, “Whip-poor-will.”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O who has grieved thee, gentle bird,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That now thy vesper note is heard<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with thy melting, triple word<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thus dropping from thy bill?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How could they rudely whip at thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To scare thee from thy native tree,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And send thee moaning back to me<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Repeating, “Whip-poor-will?”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And wherefore did they whip thee so,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To give thy voice this sound of wo,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which comes so plaintively to show<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That they have used thee ill?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Didst thou go through the woods alone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where brambly snares had thickly grown<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When thou wast taught thy piteous tone<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And story, “Whip-poor-will?”<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[228]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">There have they made thee all the day<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In silence hide thyself away,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To lose the light, the flash, the play<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of sun, and fount, and rill?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And didst thou now steal out, afraid<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of midnight in the coppice shade,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That here thy tender plaint is made<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Again, sad Whip-poor-will?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The trembling stars and lunar gleam,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That fitful in the thicket beam,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Perhaps would make poor Willie dream<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His foes were round him still.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in the copse-wood, dark and deep,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A waving flower, or leaflet’s sweep<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Might startle thee, in troubled sleep<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To murmur, “Whip-poor-will!”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">My bird, there ’s mystery in thy strain—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A power I might resist in vain,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With mournful joy—with pleasing pain<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My inmost soul to thrill.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’T is memory stirs to wet my eye<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By waking shades of days gone by,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When first, a child, I heard the cry<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So solemn, “Whip-poor-will.”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I call thee bird, yet thou may’st be<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A spirit! for I cannot see—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I ne’er could catch a glimpse of thee;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[229]</a></span>
<span class="i2">And undiscovered still<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The vision form, that might appear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wert thou to sight revealed as clear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As is thy presence to mine ear,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Mysterious Whip-poor-will.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[230]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="THE_AUTUMN_ROSE-BUD" id="THE_AUTUMN_ROSE-BUD">THE AUTUMN ROSE-BUD.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Come</span> out, pretty Rose-Bud, my lone, timid one!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come forth from thy green leaves, and peep at the sun;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For little he does, in these dull autumn hours,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At height’ning of beauty, or laughing with flowers.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">His beams, on thy tender young cheek as he plays,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will give it a blush that no other can raise;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy fine silken petals they ’ll softly unfold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And fill their pure centre with spices and gold.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I would not instruct thee in coveting wealth;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But beauty, we know, is the offspring of health;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And health, the fair daughter of freedom, is bright<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With feasting on breezes, and drinking the light.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then come, pretty bud; from thy covert look out,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And see what the glad, golden sun is about:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His shafts, should they strike thee, will only impart<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A grace to thy form, and a sweet to thy heart.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[231]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="TO_L_A_E_ON_HER_WEDDING-DAY" id="TO_L_A_E_ON_HER_WEDDING-DAY">TO L. A. E. ON HER WEDDING-DAY.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">That</span> I <em>will</em> “be near” on thy “bridal day”—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Be with thee before we are ten hours older,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This hasty messenger comes to say,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And bringing its witness,—a pearly <em>folder</em>.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And this, perhaps, as a pointed sign,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By the light upon Hymen’s altar burning,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">May signify, to a heart like thine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">“What a leaf to-day in thy life is turning!”<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">May the lines for thy future reading there,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With no sad characters dark or frowning,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In every letter be bright and fair,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To thee and to him thou to-day art crowning.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Accept the token, and let it prove,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As long as thou hence shalt remain its owner,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When thou must be at a far remove<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From her, memorial of the donor.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thou ’lt see engraved on its handle-part,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The form of a pen, with its top of feather—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A type of the wings that heart and heart<br /></span>
<span class="i2">May find, when absent, to fly together.<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[232]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I send thee an opening, thornless rose,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Harmless and soft as the peaceful turtle;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With an emerald sprig from a branch that grows<br /></span>
<span class="i2">On the single stalk of my true green myrtle.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I bound them about with a silver thread;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But, ere thy hand is the cord untwining,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The rose will have drooped, or its leaves be shed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">While the myrtle still is freshly shining.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But I <em>will</em> “be near” in thy bridal hour,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This, “Wednesday, evening, at half past seven,”<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And give at the nuptials my holier dower,—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A prayer for a smile on them from Heaven.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[233]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="TO_MRS_H_F_L" id="TO_MRS_H_F_L">TO MRS. H. F. L.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To think of thee, my Hannah—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To sit and think of thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is to my heart like manna,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or balsam from the tree.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For, first, its tendrils feeding,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It gives them strength to cling;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then, if pained or bleeding,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It soothes the wound or sting.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To thine, a fount of feeling<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The warmest and the best,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’T is sweet to seem revealing<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The secrets of my breast.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Of half its care and trouble,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My bosom, thus beguiled,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Feels every joy is double,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When on it thou hast smiled.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">’T is dark and stormy weather—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our first October day;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But we are here together,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though thou art far away.<br /></span>
<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[234]</a></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For still I feel thee near me—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I see thy soft black eye—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I fancy thou canst hear me,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And I thy sweet reply.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And yet, my friend, my dearest,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This moment, where art thou?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What envied eye is nearest,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To look upon thee now?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Is thine own Hannah present,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In spirit, still with thee?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And dost thou find it pleasant<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To feel alone with me?<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then we are never parted!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor distance, place, nor scene,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The whole and faithful-hearted<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Shall ever come between.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And when earth’s changeful weather,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Its joys and sorrows cease,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O may we dwell together<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In deathless love and peace!<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="chap" />
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[235]</a></span></p>
<div>
<h3><a name="MUSIC" id="MUSIC">MUSIC.</a></h3>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Music</span>? A blessed angel! She was born<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Within the palace of the King of kings—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A favorite near his throne. In that glad child<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of Love and Joy, he made their spirits one;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And her, the heir to everlasting life!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When his bright hosts would give him highest praise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They send her forward with her dulcet voice,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To pour their holy rapture in his ear.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When the young earth to being started forth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Music lay sleeping in a bower of heaven.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A crystal fountain, close beside her, gushed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With living waters; and the sparkling cup<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For her pure draught, stood on its emerald brink.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">While o’er her brow a tender halo shone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Kissed by the nodding buds, her head reclined<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon a flowery pillow. At her ear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The soft leaves whispered. On her half-closed lips<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The gentle air strewed spices, wooing them.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dropped o’er its radiant orb, the long-fringed lid<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Veiled the deep inspiration of her eye;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But on her cheek the rose-tint came and went,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At the quick pulse that fluttered in her breast,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And spoke a wakeful spirit. In her sleep,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With one fair hand thrown o’er its silent strings,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Close to her heart she clasped her golden lyre,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To slumber with her, while she fondly dreamed<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[236]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Of the sweet uses she might make of it<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To numbers yet untried.<br /></span>
<span class="i28">When, suddenly,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A shout of joy from all the sons of God,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rang through his courts: and then the thrilling call,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">“Wake! sister Music, wake, and hail with us,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A new-created sphere!”<br /></span>
<span class="i16">She woke! She rose—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She moved among the morning stars, and gave<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The birth-song of a world.<br /></span>
<span class="i28">Our infant globe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With life’s first pulse, rolled in its ether bed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Robed with the sunlight, mantled by the moon,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or tenderly embraced by stellar rays:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Death, with his pale, cold finger, had not touched<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Its beauty then. No stain of guilt was here,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And so, no cloud of sorrow cast a shade,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or rained its bitter drops on fruit or flower.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As earth, on every side, shone fair to heaven,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not knowing yet whereto she was ordained,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Music, from her celestial walks looked down,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And thought, how sweetly she could wake the hills,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sing through the silent forests—in the vales—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beside the silver waters pour her sounds;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And multiply her numbers by the rocks!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She longed to give it voice to speak to God;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And, being told of her blest ministry,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bathed in a flood of glory, till her wings<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dripped with effulgence, as they spread, and poised,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And passed the pearly gates in earthward flight.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[237]</a></span>
<span class="i2">Made viewless by the circumambient air,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And scattering voices to its feathered tribes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As down she hastened to the shining sphere,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The happy angel reached the beauteous earth.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At her electric touch, young nature smiled,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And kindled into rapture; then broke forth<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With thousand, thousand songs.<br /></span>
<span class="i18">The green turf woke;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sea-shells hummed along the vocal shore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The busy bee, upon his honeyed flower.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Osier and reed became Eolian lyres.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Trees bore sweet minstrels; while rock, hill, and dell<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sang to each other in a joyous round.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Man</span>, that mysterious instrument of God,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When the warm soul of new-descended power<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Breathed on his heart-strings, lifted up his voice,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Chanting, “<span class="smcap">Jehovah!</span>”<br /></span>
<span class="i22">Since that blessed hour,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While still her home is heaven, Music has ne’er<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This darkened world forsaken. She delights,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though man may lose, or keep the paths of peace,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To soothe, to cheer, to light and warm his heart;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And lends her wings to waft it to the skies.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She throws a lustre o’er Devotion’s face—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Drinks off the tear from Sorrow’s languid eye—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Tames wild Despair—brings Hope a brighter bloom—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lulls Hate to rest—Love’s ruffled bosom smooths;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pours honey into many a bitter cup;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And often gives the black and heavy hour<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[238]</a></span>
<span class="i0">A downy breast and pinions tipped with light.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She steals all balmy through the prisoner’s grates,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Making that sad one half forget their use.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With holy spell she binds the exile’s heart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And pours her oil upon its hidden wounds.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Kings are her lovers—cottagers her loves:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The hero and the pilgrim walk with her.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her voice is sweet by cradled infancy,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And from the pillow of the dying saint,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When a glad spirit borrows her light wings<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To practise for the skies, ere it unfolds<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Its own, and breaks its tenure to the clay.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">True, by man’s wanderings for his tempter’s lure,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Music is often drawn to scenes unmeet<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For purity like hers; and made to bear<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Unhallowed burdens; or, to join in rites<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To turpitude in fellest places held.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet, like the sun, whose beaming vesture, trailed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O’er all things staining, still defies a stain;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And is at night withdrawn, and girded up,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Warm and untarnished for the morning skies—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She comes unsullied from her baser walks,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sighs at the darkness, guilt and wo of earth;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Breathes Zion’s air, and, warmed with heavenly fire,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mounts to her glorious home!<br /></span>
<span class="i22">’T was she, who bore<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The first grand offering of the free, on high,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When to the shore, through Egypt’s solemn sea,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[239]</a></span>
<span class="i0">The franchised Hebrews passed with feet dry-shod,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And pæans gave to their Deliverer there.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She cheered the wanderers on; and when they crossed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Over old Jordan, to the strong-armed foe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Still she was with them; and her single breath<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Laid the proud Painim’s city-walls in dust!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In native light, she walked Judea’s hills,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And sipped the dew of Hermon from its flower<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Before the Sun of righteousness arose.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The Prophet chose her to unseal his lips,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ere God spake through them; and the Prophetess,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To lift the heart’s pure gift from her’s to Heaven.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When Israel’s king was troubled, her soft hand<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Put close, but gently, to his gloomy breast,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Reached the dark spirit there, and laid it still,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bound by the chords a shepherd minstrel swept.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And since, her countless thousands she has brought<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To heaven’s mild kingdom, happy captives led,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By those sweet glowing strings of David’s lyre.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But oh! her richest, dearest notes to man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In strains aerial over Bethlehem poured,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When <span class="smcap">He</span>, whose brightness is the light of heaven,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To earth descending for a mortal’s form,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Laid by his glory, save one radiant mark,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That moved through space, and o’er the infant hung,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He summoned Music to attend him here,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Announcing peace below!<br /></span>
<span class="i22">He called her, too,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To sweeten that sad supper, and to twine<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her mantle round him, and his few, grieved friends<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[240]</a></span>
<span class="i0">To join their mournful spirits with the hymn,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ere to the Mount of Olives he went out<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So sorrowful.<br /></span>
<span class="i12">And now, his blessed word,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A sacred pledge, is left to dying man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then at his second coming in his power,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Music shall still be with him; and her voice<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sound through the tombs and wake the dead to life!<br /></span>
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Transcriber's Notes
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<p class="covernote">The cover image was created by the transcriber and is placed in the public domain.</p>
<p>
Original spelling has been retained except in the following case:
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<p>
In the poem "The Pilgrim's Way Song" on <a href="#Page_29">page 29</a> "thrist" has been
corrected to "thirst" (To drink, and to thirst never more.)
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<p>
The deviation between some items in the table of contents and the
actual headings have also been retained.
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