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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: Sketches - -Author: N. P. Willis - -Release Date: August 30, 2021 [eBook #66180] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -Produced by: Louise Davies, SF2001, and the Online Distributed - Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was - produced from images generously made available by The Internet - Archive/American Libraries.) - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SKETCHES *** - - - - - SKETCHES: - - BY N. P. WILLIS. - - ‘---- If I remember, - You loved such stories once, thinking they brought - Man to a fine and true humanity.’ - Barry Cornwall. - - - BOSTON: - S. G. GOODRICH, 141, WASHINGTON ST. - - * * * * * - - MDCCCXXVII. - - - - - DISTRICT OF MASSACHUSETTS, _to wit_: - _District Clerk’s Office._ - - Be it remembered, that on the thirtieth day of November, A. D. 1827, - in the fifty second year of the Independence of the United States of - America, _N. P. Willis_, of the said district, has deposited in this - office the title of a book, the right whereof he claims as author, in - the words following, _to wit_: ‘Sketches. By N. P. Willis. - - “---- If I remember, - You loved such stories once, thinking they brought - Man to a fine and true humanity.” - Barry Cornwall.’ - - In conformity to the act of the Congress of the United States, - entitled, ‘An act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the - copies of maps, charts, and books, to the authors and proprietors of - such copies, during the times therein mentioned;’ and also to an act - entitled ‘An act supplementary to an act, entitled, an act for the - encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts, and - books to the authors and proprietors of such copies during the times - therein mentioned; and extending the benefits thereof to the arts of - designing, engraving and etching historical and other prints.’ - - JNO. W. DAVIS, _Clerk of the District of Massachusetts._ - - - BOSTON: PRESS OF THE CHRISTIAN EXAMINER. - - Stephen Foster, Printer. - - - - - TO - MY FATHER - THIS VOLUME - IS - RESPECTFULLY AND AFFECTIONATELY - DEDICATED. - - - - -PREFACE. - - -In introducing this volume to the Public, the Author would simply -remark, that it was written at different periods of a college life, -which has just expired; (the Scripture Sketches at a very early part of -it.) He has no intention of screening its faults, either of feeling or -style, beneath his ‘score of summers;’ but as prefaces are the fashion, -he has thought the mention of the fact would not be amiss in the -promotion of a proper understanding between himself and his readers. - - - - -CONTENTS. - - - SKETCHES. - - The Sacrifice of Abraham 9 - Absalom 14 - Hagar in the Wilderness 20 - Jephthah’s Daughter 26 - Idleness 32 - Dreams 34 - October 38 - Boyhood 41 - Night Sketches 44 - Twilight 49 - Dawn 51 - Scraps from a Journal 53 - Better Moments 61 - The Hindoo Mother 65 - Waiting for the Harvesters 75 - - FUGITIVE PIECES. - - The Soldier’s Widow 79 - The Burial of Arnold 81 - To Laura W---- 84 - Sonnets 87, 88, 89 - Extract from a Poem Delivered at the - Departure of the Senior Class of Yale - College in 1826 90 - Notes 95 - - - - -SKETCHES. - - - - -THE SACRIFICE OF ABRAHAM. - - - Morn breaketh in the east. The purple clouds - Are putting on their gold and violet, - To look the meeter for the sun’s bright coming. - Sleep is upon the waters and the wind; - And nature, from the tremulous forest leaf - To her majestic master, sleeps. As yet - There is no mist upon the deep blue sky, - And the clear dew is on the blushing bosoms - Of crimson roses, in a holy rest. - How hallowed is the hour of morning! meet, - Aye, beautifully meet, for the pure prayer. - - The patriarch standeth at his tented door, - With his white locks uncovered. ’Tis his wont - To gaze upon the gorgeous orient; - And at that hour the awful majesty - Of one who talketh often with his God, - Is wont to come again and clothe his brow - As at his fourscore strength. But now he seemeth - To be forgetful of his vigorous frame, - And boweth to his staff as at the hour - Of noontide sultriness; and that bright sun! - He looketh at its pencilled messengers, - Coming in golden raiment, as if light - Were opening a fearful scroll in heaven. - Ah! he is waiting till it herald in - The hour to sacrifice his much loved son! - - Light poureth on the world. And Sarah stands, - Watching the steps of Abraham and her child - Along the dewy sides of the far hills, - And praying that her sunny boy faint not. - Would she have watched their path so silently, - If she had known that he was going up, - Even in his fair-haired beauty, to be slain - As a white lamb for sacrifice? They trod - Together onward, patriarch and child; - The bright sun throwing back the old man’s shade, - In straight and fair proportions, as of one - Erect in early vigor. He stood up - Firm in his better strength, and like a tree - Rooted in Lebanon, his frame bent not. - His thin, white hairs had yielded to the wind, - And left his brow uncovered; and his face, - Impressed with the stern majesty of grief, - Nerved to a solemn duty, now stood forth - Like a rent rock, submissive, yet sublime. - But the young boy, he of the laughing eye - And ruby lip, the pride of life was on him. - He seemed to drink the morning. Sun and dew, - And the aroma of the spicy trees, - And all that giveth the delicious East - Its fitness for an Eden, stole like light - Into his spirit, ravishing his thoughts - With love and beauty. Every thing he met, - Floating or beautiful, the lightest wing - Of bird or insect, or the palest dye - Of the fresh flowers, won him from his path; - And joyously broke forth his tiny shout, - As he flung back his silken hair, and sprung - Away to some green spot or clustering vine, - To pluck his infant trophies. Every tree - And fragrant shrub was a new hiding-place, - And he would crouch till the old man came by, - Then bound before him with his childish laugh, - Stealing a look behind him playfully, - To see if he had made his father smile. - - The sun rode on in heaven. The dew stole up - Like a light veil from nature, and the heat - Came like a sleep upon the delicate leaves, - And bent them with the blossoms to their dreams. - Still trod the patriarch on with that same step, - Firm and unfaltering, turning not aside - To seek the olive shades, or lave his lips - In the sweet waters of the Syrian wells, - Whose gush hath so much music. Weariness - Stole on the gentle boy, and he forgot - To toss his sunny hair from off his brow, - And spring for the light wings and gaudy flowers, - As in the early morning; but he kept - Close by his father’s side, and bent his head - Upon his bosom like a drooping bud, - Lifting it not, save now and then to steal - A look up to the face whose sternness awed - His childishness to silence. - - It was noon; - And Abraham on Moriah bowed himself, - And buried up his face, and prayed for strength. - He could not look upon his son and pray; - But with his hand upon the clustering curls - Of the fair, kneeling boy, he prayed that God - Would nerve him for that hour. Oh! man was made - For the stern conflict. In a mother’s love - There is more tenderness; the thousand cords - Woven with every fibre of her heart, - Complain, like delicate harp strings, at a breath; - But love in man is one deep principle, - Which, yielding not to lighter influence, - Abides the tempest. He rose up, and laid - The wood upon the altar. All was done. - He stood a moment, and a vivid flush - Passed o’er his countenance; and then he nerved - His spirit with a bitter strength, and spoke: - ‘Isaac! my only son!’ The boy looked up, - And Abraham turned his face away, and wept. - ‘Where is the lamb, my father?’ Oh! the tones, - The sweet, the thrilling music of a child! - How it doth agonize at such an hour! - It was the last, deep struggle. Abraham held - His loved, his beautiful, his only son, - And lifted up his arm, and called on God-- - And lo! God’s Angel stayed him; and he fell - Upon his face and wept. - - - - -ABSALOM. - - - The waters slept. Night’s silvery veil hung low - On Jordan’s bosom, and the eddies curled - Their glassy rings beneath it, like the still - Unbroken beating of the sleeper’s pulse. - The reeds bent down the stream. The willow leaves, - With a soft cheek upon the lulling tide, - Forgot the lifting winds; and the long stems, - Whose flowers the water, like a gentle nurse, - Bears on its bosom, quietly gave way - And leaned in graceful attitudes to rest. - How strikingly the course of nature tells, - By its light heed of human suffering, - That it was fashioned for a perfect world! - - King David’s limbs were weary. He had fled - From far Jerusalem, and now he stood - With his faint people for a little rest - Upon the shore of Jordan. The light wind - Of morn was stirring, and he bared his brow - To its refreshing breath; for he had worn - The mourner’s covering, and he had not felt - That he could see his people until now. - They gathered round him on the fresh green bank, - And spoke their kindly words; and as the sun - Rose up in heaven, he knelt among them there, - And bowed his head upon his hands to pray. - Oh! when the heart is full, when bitter thoughts - Come crowding thickly up for utterance, - And the poor common words of courtesy - Are such a very mockery, how much - The bursting heart may pour itself in prayer! - He prayed for Israel; and his voice went up - Strongly and fervently; he prayed for those - Whose love had been his shield; and his deep tones - Grew tremulous; but oh! for Absalom! - For his estranged, misguided Absalom-- - The proud, bright being who had burst away, - In all his princely beauty, to defy - The heart that cherished him--for him he poured, - In agony that would not be controlled, - Strong supplication, and forgave him there - Before his God, for his deep sinfulness. - - The hosts were numbered. At Mahanaim’s gate - Sat David, as the glittering thousands passed - Forth to the battle. With a troubled eye - He looked upon their pomp, and as the helms - Bent low before him, and the banners swayed - Like burnished wings to do him reverence, - His look grew restless, and he did not wear - The lofty sternness of a monarch’s brow. - The leader of the host came by. His form - Was like a son of Anak, and he strode - Majestically on, and bore his crest - As men were waters, and his frame a rock. - The king rose up to Joab, and came near, - As his tall helm was bowed; and by the love - He bore his master, he besought him there - That he would spare him Absalom alive. - He passed with his stern warriors on; the trump - And the loud cymbal died upon the ear; - And as the king turned off his weary gaze, - The last faint gleam had vanished, and the wood - Of Ephraim had received a thousand men, - To whom its pleasant shadows were a grave. - - The pall was settled. He who slept beneath - Was straightened for the grave; and as the folds - Sunk to the still proportions, they betrayed - The matchless symmetry of Absalom. - His hair was yet unshorn, and silken curls - Were floating round the tassels as they swayed - To the admitted air, as glossy now - As when in hours of gentle dalliance bathing - The snowy fingers of Judea’s girls. - His helm was at his feet; his banner, soiled - With trailing through Jerusalem, was laid - Reversed beside him; and the jewelled hilt, - Whose diamonds lit the passage of his blade, - Rested like mockery on his covered brow. - The soldiers of the king trod to and fro, - Clad in the garb of battle, and their chief, - The mighty Joab, stood beside his bier - And gazed upon the dark pall stedfastly, - As if he feared the slumberer might stir. - A slow step startled him. He grasped his blade - As if a trumpet rang; but the bent form - Of David entered, and he gave command - In a low tone to his few followers, - And left him with his dead. The king stood still - Till the last echo died; then throwing off - The sackcloth from his brow, and laying back - The pall from the still features of his child, - He bowed his head upon him, and broke forth - In the resistless eloquence of woe. - - ‘Alas! my noble boy, that thou shouldst die! - Thou, who wert made so beautifully fair! - That death should settle in thy glorious eye, - And leave his stillness in this clustering hair! - How could he mark thee for the silent tomb, - My proud boy, Absalom! - - ‘Cold is thy brow, my son! and I am chill - When to my bosom I would try to press thee; - How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill, - Like a rich harp string, yearning to caress thee, - And hear thy sweet “My Father!” from these dumb - And cold lips, Absalom! - - ‘The grave hath won thee; I shall hear the gush - Of music and the voices of the young; - And life will pass me in the mantling blush, - And the dark tresses to the soft winds flung; - But thou no more with thy sweet voice shalt come - To meet me, Absalom! - - ‘And oh! when I am stricken, and my heart - Like a bruised reed is waiting to be broken; - How will its love for thee, as I depart, - Long for thine ear to catch its dying token! - It were so sweet, amid death’s gathering gloom, - To see thee, Absalom! - - ‘And now farewell! ’tis hard to give thee up, - With death so like a gentle slumber on thee. - And thy dark sin--oh! I could drink the cup, - If from this woe its bitterness had won thee-- - May God have called thee like a wanderer home, - My erring Absalom!’ - - He covered up his face, and bowed himself - A moment on his child; then giving him - A look of melting tenderness, he clasped - His hands convulsively, as if in prayer; - And as a strength were given him of God, - He rose up calmly, and composed the pall - About him decently, and left him there - As if his rest had been a breathing sleep. - - - - -HAGAR IN THE WILDERNESS. - - - The morning broke. Light stole upon the clouds - With a strange beauty. Earth received again - Its garment of a thousand dies; and leaves, - And delicate blossoms, and the painted flowers, - And every thing that bendeth to the dew, - And stirreth with the daylight, lifted up - Its beauty to the breath of that sweet morn. - - All things are dark to sorrow; and the light - And loveliness, and fragrant air were sad - To the dejected Hagar. The moist earth - Was pouring odors from its spicy pores, - And the young birds were caroling as life - Were a new thing to them; but oh! it came - Upon her heart like discord, and she felt - How cruelly it tries a broken heart, - To see a mirth in any thing it loves. - She stood at Abraham’s tent. Her lips were pressed - Till the blood left them; and the wandering veins - Of her transparent forehead, were swelled out, - As if her pride would burst them. Her dark eye - Was clear and tearless, and the light of heaven, - Which made its language legible, shot back - From her long lashes, as it had been flame. - Her noble boy stood by her with his hand - Clasped in her own, and his round, delicate feet, - Scarce trained to balance on the tented floor, - Sandaled for journeying. He had looked up - Into his mother’s face until he caught - The spirit there, and his young heart was swelling - Beneath his snowy bosom, and his form - Straightened up proudly in his tiny wrath, - As if his light proportions would have swelled, - Had they but matched his spirit, to the man. - - Why bends the patriarch as he cometh now - Upon his staff so wearily? His beard - Is low upon his breast, and his high brow, - So written with the converse of his God, - Beareth the swollen vein of agony. - His lip is quivering, and his wonted step - Of vigor is not there, and though the morn - Is passing fair and beautiful, he breathes - Its freshness as it were a pestilence. - Oh! man may bear with suffering; his heart - Is a strong thing, and godlike in the grasp - Of pain that wrings mortality; but tear - One cord affection clings to, part one tie - That binds him to a woman’s delicate love, - And his great spirit yieldeth like a reed. - - He gave to her the water and the bread, - But spoke no word, and trusted not himself - To look upon her face, but laid his hand - In silent blessing on the fair-haired boy, - And left her to her lot of loneliness. - - Should Hagar weep? May slighted woman turn, - And as a vine the oak hath shaken off, - Bend lightly to her tendencies again? - Oh no! by all her loveliness, by all - That makes life poetry and beauty, no! - Make her a slave; steal from her rosy cheek - By needless jealousies; let the last star - Leave her a watcher by your couch of pain; - Wrong her by petulance, suspicion, all - That makes her cup a bitterness--yet give - One evidence of love, and earth has not - An emblem of devotedness like hers. - But oh! estrange her once, it boots not how, - By wrong or silence, any thing that tells - A change has come upon your tenderness-- - And there is not a high thing out of heaven - Her pride o’ermastereth not. - - She went her way with a strong step and slow; - Her pressed lip arched, and her clear eye undimmed, - As it had been a diamond, and her form - Borne proudly up, as if her heart breathed through. - Her child kept on in silence, though she pressed - His hand till it was pained; for he had caught, - As I have said, her spirit, and the seed - Of a stern nation had been breathed upon. - - The morning past, and Asia’s sun rode up - In the clear heaven, and every beam was heat. - The cattle of the hills were in the shade, - And the bright plumage of the Orient lay - On beating bosoms in her spicy trees. - It was an hour of rest; but Hagar found - No shelter in the wilderness, and on - She kept her weary way, until the boy - Hung down his head, and opened his parched lips - For water; but she could not give it him. - She laid him down beneath the sultry sky; - For it was better than the close, hot breath - Of the thick pines, and tried to comfort him; - But he was sore athirst, and his blue eyes - Were dim and bloodshot, and he could not know - Why God denied him water in the wild. - She sat a little longer, and he grew - Ghastly and faint, as if he would have died. - It was too much for her. She lifted him - And bore him farther on, and laid his head - Beneath the shadow of a desert shrub; - And shrouding up her face she went away, - And sat to watch, where he could see her not, - Till he should die--and watching him she mourned:-- - - ‘God stay thee in thine agony, my boy! - I cannot see thee die; I cannot brook - Upon thy brow to look, - And see death settle on my cradle joy. - How have I drunk the light of thy blue eye! - And could I see thee die? - - ‘I did not dream of this when thou wast straying, - Like an unbound gazelle, among the flowers; - Or wearing rosy hours, - By the rich gush of water-sources playing, - Then sinking weary to thy smiling sleep, - So beautiful and deep. - - ‘Oh no! and when I watched by thee the while, - And saw thy bright lip curling in thy dream, - And thought of the dark stream - In my own land of Egypt, the deep Nile, - How prayed I that my fathers’ land might be - An heritage for thee! - - ‘And now the grave for its cold breast hath won thee, - And thy white, delicate limbs the earth will press; - And oh! my last caress - Must feel thee cold, for a chill hand is on thee. - How can I leave my boy, so pillowed there - Upon his clustering hair!’ - - She stood beside the well her God had given - To gush in that deep wilderness, and bathed - The forehead of her child until he laughed - In his reviving happiness, and lisped - His infant thought of gladness at the sight - Of the cool plashing of his mother’s hand. - - - - -JEPHTHAH’S DAUGHTER. - - - She stood before her father’s gorgeous tent, - To listen for his coming. Her loose hair - Was resting on her shoulders, like a cloud - Floating around a statue, and the wind, - Just swaying her light robe, revealed a shape - Praxiteles might worship. She had clasped - Her hands upon her bosom, and had raised - Her beautiful, dark, Jewish eyes to heaven, - Till the long lashes laid upon her brow. - Her lip was slightly parted, like the leaves - Of a half-blown pomegranate; and her neck, - Just where the cheek was melting to its curve, - With the unearthly beauty sometimes there, - Was shaded as if light had fallen off, - Its surface was so polished. She was quelling - Her light, quick breath, to hear; and the white rose - Scarce moved upon her bosom as it swelled, - Like nothing but a wave of light in dreams, - To meet the arching of her queenly neck. - Her countenance was radiant with love. - She looked like one to die for it; a being - Whose whole existence was the pouring out - Of rich and deep affections. I have thought - A brother’s and a sister’s love was much. - I know a brother’s is, for I have loved - A trusting sister; and I know how broke - The heart may be with its own tenderness. - But the affection of a delicate child - For a fond father, gushing as it does - With the sweet springs of life, and living on - Through all earth’s changes like a principle, - Chastened with reverence, and made more pure - By early discipline of light and shade,-- - It must be holier! - - The wind bore on - The leaden tramp of thousands. Clarion notes - Rang sharply on the ear at intervals; - And the low, mingled din of mighty hosts - Returning from the battle, poured from far, - Like the deep murmur of a restless sea. - They came, as earthly conquerors always come, - With blood and splendor, revelry and woe. - The stately horse treads proudly; he hath trod - The brow of death, as well. The chariot wheels - Of warriors roll magnificently on; - Their weight hath crushed the fallen. Man is there; - Majestic, lordly man, with his serene - And elevated brow and godlike frame, - Lifting his crest in triumph, for his heel - Hath trod the dying like a wine-press down! - - The mighty Jephthah led his warriors on - Through Mizpeh’s streets. His helm was proudly set, - And his stern lip curled slightly, as if praise - Were for the hero’s scorn. His step was firm, - But free as India’s leopard; and his mail, - Whose shekels none in Israel might bear, - Was lighter than a tassel on his frame. - His crest was Judah’s kingliest, and the look - Of his dark, lofty eye and terrible brow, - Might quell the lion. He led on; but thoughts - Seemed gathering round which troubled him. The veins - Upon his forehead were distinctly seen; - And his proud lip was painfully compressed. - He trod less firmly; and his restless eye - Glanced forward frequently, as if some ill - He dared not meet, were there. His home was near; - And men were thronging, with that strange delight - They have in human passions, to observe - The struggle of his feelings with his pride. - He gazed intensely forward. The tall firs - Before his tent were motionless. The leaves - Of the spiced aloe, and the clustering vines - Which half concealed his threshold, met his eye - Unchanged and beautiful; and one by one, - The balsam with its sweet-distilling stems, - And the Circassian rose, and all the crowd - Of silent and familiar things, stole up - Like the recovered passages of dreams. - He strode on rapidly. A moment more, - And he had reached his home; when lo! there sprang - One with a bounding footstep, and a brow - Like light, to meet him. Oh! how beautiful! - Her dark eye flashing like a sun-lit gem, - And her luxuriant hair--’twas like the sweep - Of a swift wing in visions! He stood still, - As if the sight had withered him. She threw - Her arms about his neck; he heeded not. - She called him ‘Father,’ but he answered not. - She stood and gazed upon him. Was he wroth? - There was no anger in that bloodshot eye. - Had sickness seized him? She unclasped his helm, - And laid her white hand gently on his brow, - And the large veins felt stiff and hard like cords. - The touch aroused him. He raised up his hands - And spoke the name of God in agony. - She knew that he was stricken, then, and rushed - Again into his arms, and with a flood - Of tears she could not bridle, sobbed a prayer - That he would tell her of his wretchedness. - He told her, and a momentary flush - Shot o’er her countenance; and then the soul - Of Jephthah’s daughter wakened, and she stood - Calmly and nobly up, and said ‘’Tis well-- - And I will die!’ - - The sun had well nigh set. - The fire was on the altar, and the priest - Of the High God was there. A wasted man - Was stretching out his withered hands to heaven, - As if he would have prayed, but had no words; - And she who was to die--the calmest one - In Israel at that hour--stood up alone - And waited for the sun to set. Her face - Was pale, but very beautiful; her lip - Had a more delicate outline, and the tint - Was deeper; but her countenance was like - The majesty of angels!--The sun set, - And she was dead, but not by violence. - - - - -IDLENESS. - - - It was a leisure day, and I had shut - My door upon intrusion, and set down - With a true book to read. My study fire - Made music to my ear; the placid brow - Of my Madonna, and the shadowy tints - Of an old Flemish picture that I keep, - Might pass for company; and for relief - To weary eyes, a sweet geranium stood - In the half shuttered window, breathing out - Its odors with the pleasant smell of books; - And a soft landscape, given me by one - Who has a noble nature, hung in light, - Serving me as a ground for poetry. - - I read a tale of Séville. It was when - Darkness was over Spain, and Christian hearts - Were standing out for truth, undauntedly. - The daily light brought martyrdom, and men - Of a pure life went faithfully to die, - For the rich hope hereafter. There was set - A scaffold on the ‘golden Guadalquivir;’ - And in the greenest valley of the land, - With its bright shore and water tempting them - Like an affection, did they meekly die. - Nobles as just men perished, where their sires - Held the chivalric tournament; and one - Whose ancestors had been Castilia’s kings, - Died calmly. He had loved to come alone - And watch that stealing river, and ’tis told - That when the axe fell frequently, he went - Ever at evening there, that he might look - Upon its bloody evidence, and nerve - His spirit to the trial. - - ’Tis a tale - Of high and manly fortitude, and one - To elevate the nobler nature. I - Have told it to defend my idle time, - And prove that a companionship with books - Betters the spirit, and that gliding back - Upon these by-past histories reveals - Perfect example, and may teach sometimes, - How noble and how beautiful appears - The finer temper of humanity. - - - - -DREAMS. - - ‘I know it is dark; and though I have lain - Awake, as I guess, an hour or twain, - I have not once opened the lids of my eyes, - But I lie in the dark, as a blind man lies.’ - Coleridge. - - - And what is it to dream? It is to have - A spiritual being. ’Tis to loose - Th’ unsleeping mind from matter, and believe - Miraculous and godlike gifts our own. - It is to touch all nature with the wand - Of faery, and be true and beautiful - Amid a truer and more beautiful world. - It is to need no contrast that the light - About us may be visible, and joy - Mistaken not for sorrow. ’Tis to love - Dark eyes, and tones like a _secondo_ flute, - And then be irresistible; and living - In a sweet granite home, to find your love - The angel that she seemed in poetry. - - And what is it to dream? It is to know - The talisman of motion, and soar on - To the high places of the upper air, - Like a superior spirit. ’Tis to glide - Out upon chainless wanderings, unchecked - By time, or distance, or the circumstance - Of waking reason. ’Tis to weave long years - Of a still, midnight hour, or crowd a life - Into a glowing moment; and amid - The measure and the harmony that float - About us like an element, to find - Ithuriel’s whisper--but a breakfast bell! - - There’s purity in dreams. The passions lie, - With the dull qualities of earth, asleep; - And the low interests of life are changed - For the etherial vision. We erase - Dark feelings with fantastic incident; - And feel cool fingers laid upon the brow - Where the hot flush is burning. We retrace - All early time in dreams; and hear the low, - Deep cadences of prayer, and press the hand - That led us to our happy slumbers then. - We look on riper seasons with the eye - That painted them all sunshine, and forget - That we have found them shadows; and we trust - Life’s broken reed as lightly, and repeat - Our first young vow as movingly, again. - Such dreams refresh the feelings, like a pure - And high communion; for the spirit wears - No fetter of a poor, particular world, - And waits no cold and selfish reasoning, - To measure out its fervor; but goes back - Upon the purer memories, and lives o’er - The brighter past, alone; and when the heart - Hath buried an affection, it unclothes - Its image from the drapery of the grave, - And wins it to its olden tenderness. - - I’ve read of one in story, who had laid - His young love in the grave. The seasons came - And went, like shadows over him, for years; - And then the world grew brighter, and he heard - A melody in nature’s goings on; - And a sweet cousin’s voice, that tempted him - Into the sunshine and the air, became - The music of his happiness, and so - He married her. One night she was awake, - And gazing on his features as the moon - Shone through the casement on them. A large tear - Stole from his eye, and as his lips were stirred - With the low murmur of his dream, she caught - The name of the departed. He awoke, - And she reproached him tearfully for love - Kept secret in his heart; and then he kissed - Her tears away, and told her that his love - Was faithfully her own, although in dreams - An angel came to him sometimes, and woke - A buried thought of one as beautiful. - - - - -OCTOBER. - - ‘----To the influxes - Of shapes and sounds and shifting elements - Surrendering the whole spirit.’ - Coleridge. - - - Summer has pleasant seasons, and the spring - Comes gaily on the senses; and ’tis sweet - To know the places of the shadiest trees, - And hunt the scented violet; but when these - Have mellowed into autumn, and the flowers - Sleep in their fragrant places, ’tis to me - A pleasanter and purer time to give - Close thought to its forgetfulness, and stray - By the serenest wave and greenest grass. - - October had come in and I went forth - To breathe an air like June, and feel the nerve - Of the elastic temper which a frost - Gives to the sunshine. The transparent veil - Of morning’s exhalations had rolled up - Into white, silvery streakings, and the sky - Looked perfectly and deeply blue between, - Like a fixed element, and birds went up - And sang invisibly, the heavenly air - Wooed them above the earth so temptingly. - I never knew the streams so musical, - Or saw them half so clear; and for the leaves-- - The maples were just turned, and brighter trees - Were never by the forest pencil drawn. - The hill-sides seemed to slumber, the warm sun - Shone on their slopes so softly; and I knew - One that was carpeted with moss, and leant - To the warm south so fitly, you would look - To find Endymion sleeping. ’Twas indeed - A pleasant place, and when I came to it - And told her, (did I say I was alone?) - That it was faery all, and only made - For her own lovely rest, she laughingly - Proclaimed herself a queen, and with the leaves - Bound her transparent temples for a crown, - And bade me kneel, and she would grant my boon - To half her fairy kingdom. - - Could I paint - Her picture then! paint her voluptuous lip, - With its sweet curl of pride; the shaded eye - In its dark liquid lustre; the fair brow - With its light wandering veins, and raven braid - Contrasting with its whiteness; the faint blush - Upon her cheek, of maiden modesty, - And the rich outline, melting into grace, - Of her unmatched proportions; over all, - Could I but make the picture eloquent - With the deep, reedy music of her tone, - Or lend to you the golden leaf which bears - The sketch within my memory, you would know - How fairer than the summer, or the spring, - Should the October season seem to me. - - - - -BOYHOOD. - - - ‘I was a boy; and she was fair - As you are when you smile, - And her voice came forth like the summer air, - With a tone that did beguile, - And her two blue eyes refreshing were - As two trees on an Indian isle.’ - Etonian. - - - I love fresh feelings--it is so unlike - This olden world to meet them; and they come - Upon my heart like music so, or like - Some passage that is new in poetry. - - I walked one eve by moonlight. I had seen - Some fourteen summers, and my cyphering - Was all the thought I had; and as the world - Had come to me so pleasantly, I took - A wayward temper for my manual, - And kept it to the letter. It was now - A mellow eve of summer, and a girl, - Who laughed forever like the birds and had - Long eyelashes and very dangerous eyes, - Was leaning on my arm. I did not know - I was in love; but it seemed natural - To think of all she said, and she’d a way - Of coming to one’s dreams; and then her name - Was always in the lesson like a word, - And half the time I studied it. This eve - We had been very gay, and I had watched - The deep, half shaded dimple in her cheek, - Till I forgot to answer; and as she - Of too much mirth grew serious, I began - To act the lover playfully. My cap - Was carelessly thrown back, and on my cheek - I shook some dew for tears, and as she curled - Her lip in mimic scorn, I knelt to her, - And begged for her sweet favor, touchingly. - She answered coldly first, and then relented, - As wiser maids have done; but with a look - Of something so like earnest, that I did - Her hand some violence; and then she blushed - And said I must not tell, but ladies’ lips, - By some, were counted prettier. - - The moon - Shone just as soberly, and I went home - And kept the secret; but I do not know - That she would let me touch the seal again. - - - - -NIGHT SKETCHES. - - - ‘----Therefore let the moon - Shine on thee in thy solitary walk; - And let the misty mountain winds be free - To blow against thee: and, in after years, - When these wild ecstacies shall be matured - Into a sober pleasure, when thy mind - Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, - Thy memory be as a dwelling-place - If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief, - Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts - Of tender joy wilt thou remember----.’ - Wordsworth. - - -I. - - I have been gay tonight. The perfect moon - Is sitting up in heaven, and living stars - Are looking sweetly from the firmament; - All elements that live, and common things - In earth and sea tonight are beautiful; - And there is stillness, fitting for pure thought, - And light for waking dreams, and holiness - Like a plain language written on the front - Of this exceeding temple--and yet I - Have been among the dancers, and have trod - The measures of a merry instrument. - - I knew it as I went; for I was met - By a pure reach of moonlight that came down - Between the city walls, and I went back - A moment to regard its silver brow, - And list its gentle lesson; but a sound - Of music and of thrilling voices came - From the half opened window, and the laugh - Of a remembered girl bewilderingly - Came over me, and I forgot the moon - As if I never knew it was in heaven. - - ’Tis strange--for I am very happy now - While leaning in her light, and I could glide - Most sweetly to the sleep of pleasant dreams - Beneath her stilly influence--but I know - That if a voice I think of were to come - And call me now, my own ungentle name - (Her melting lip!) would seem more beautiful. - - -II. - - How secret are the goings on of night! - The moonlight is not heard; and as the leaves - Are touched by slumber, they bow gently down - Without a rustle, and the stealthy dew - Comes on them like the spirit of a dream. - The daily heat departs; the unquiet pulse - Of nature grows serener, and the wave - Of motion in all growing things is still, - While coolness circulates unheard, and rest - Steals like a feeling on the animal world. - - So still art thou, O night! and yet thy voice - Hath many tones to listen, and it tells - To my unquiet wakefulness, how deep - The wisdom that has fashioned thee so well-- - A beautiful and fitting time of rest. - - -III. - -MIDNIGHT ON THE ST LAWRENCE. - - Give me my cloak! It is no night for sleep, - And I will wear a vigil with the stars - Until the break of morning. What a scene! - The orient is all molten with the light - Of a perfected moon, and in the west - The deep blue tints look cool, and every star - Is drawn distinctly on the sheet of heaven. - The winds are wholly still, and as we pass, - Breaking the shadows of the many trees - That sleep upon the margin, or go in - Among the graceful windings of the stream, - We seem like wizards, turning into waves - The very sky--it sleeps so perfectly. - The vesper bells are hushed, but I can see - The glitter of the steeples on the hills - That swell up from the shore, and heavenly - As is the face of nature, they come in - Among her features like a pleasant smile, - The thought of worship is so beautiful. - - Swiftly, yet gently on! How human things - Are sometimes like a witching vision, fair! - And how the cunning of diviner skill - Can mingle up the elements, to make - A fallen world like heaven! I am made - Subject to ills, and erringly at best - May use my faculties; but I am here - With God’s best work about me, and a mind - Humbly, but purely to the harmonies - Of nature tuned, the only looker on - In all this lovely paradise of light. - Blessed we sometimes are! and I am now - Happy in quiet feelings; for the tones - Of a most pleasant company of friends - Were in my ear but now, and gentle thoughts - From spirits whose high character I know, - Were spoken at the rising of the moon, - And I retain their influence, as the air - Retains the softness of departed day. - And so I should be happy; and while joy - Is with me, I will bless my company - Of sleeping friends, and if their eyes should rest - Upon this page hereafter, they will know - That in the history of my lonely hours - Some gentler passages were writ by them. - - - - -TWILIGHT. - - - ‘----When the fretful stir - Unprofitable, and the fever of the world - Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.’ - Wordsworth. - - - O twilight hour! who art so very cool - And balmy in the summer eventide, - With thy rich breathing quieting the winds, - And the uneasy waters; twilight hour! - Whose mantle is the drapery of dreams, - And who hast ever been in poetry - Life’s holy time; thou who wert wont to steal - Upon us, as thy sandals were of dew! - How sadly comes the rustle of thy step, - In the decaying season of the year! - - My early fire is low, and hurrying feet - In the short pauses of the wind go by, - And the unquiet leaves, that sighingly - Obey its gusty summons and sweep on, - Seem mourning for the green and pleasant trees; - And the clouds wear sad colors, and I feel - As there were nothing in this fading world, - That is not cold and sorrowful like this. - Thus is it with a spirit not at ease. - It turns no eye within; but, as it were - The mirror of the world’s poor circumstance, - It takes its hue from nature, as if earth - With its discordant elements could tune - The delicate harmonies of human mind. - We have within us fountains, and they flow - With fancy to create the beautiful, - And thought to search out knowledge, and deep love - To link us to society; light mirth - To gladden, and kind sympathies to shade - The spirit; and yet many will go out - With a sealed bosom wandering the world, - To satisfy a thirst for happiness. - How strange it is, that when the principle - Of light is living in us, we should shut - Its emanations in, and darkly stray - To catch a beam from nature, like a star - That should forget its glory and go out, - Because the moon was shining not in heaven! - - - - -DAWN. - - - ‘_That_ line I learned not in the old sad song.’ - Charles Lamb. - - - Throw up the window! ’Tis a morn for life - In its most subtle luxury. The air - Is like a breathing from a rarer world; - And the south wind seems liquid--it o’ersteals - My bosom and my brow so bathingly. - It has come over gardens, and the flowers - That kissed it are betrayed; for as it parts - With its invisible fingers my loose hair, - I know it has been trifling with the rose, - And stooping to the violet. There is joy - For all God’s creatures in it. The wet leaves - Are stirring at its touch, and birds are singing - As if to breathe were music, and the grass - Sends up its modest odor with the dew, - Like the small tribute of humility. - Lovely indeed is morning! I have drank - Its fragrance and its freshness, and have felt - Its delicate touch, and ’tis a kindlier thing - Than music, or a feast, or medicine. - - I had awoke from an unpleasant dream, - And light was welcome to me. I looked out - To feel the common air, and when the breath - Of the delicious morning met my brow, - Cooling its fever, and the pleasant sun - Shone on familiar objects, it was like - The feeling of the captive who comes forth - From darkness to the cheerful light of day. - Oh! could we wake from sorrow! Were it all - A troubled dream like this, to cast aside - Like an untimely garment with the morn! - Could the long fever of the heart be cooled - By a sweet breath from nature, or the gloom - Of a bereaved affection pass away - With looking on the lively tint of flowers-- - How lightly were the spirit reconciled - To make this beautiful, bright world its home! - - - - -SCRAPS FROM A JOURNAL. - - -I. - - My heart is like a sleeping lake - Which takes the hue of cloud and sky, - And only feels its surface break - When birds of passage wander by, - Who dip their wings and upward soar, - And leave it quiet as before. - - Thus change comes on me. If the light - Of the gay sun is drank by clouds, - And dulness sleeps upon the bright, - Clear garniture whose greenness shrouds - The naked nature; if the creep - Of lazy rain-clouds tells alone - Earth does not on its axle sleep, - And winds go over with a moan - Like birds wing-broken; if the sea - Looks like an agitated pall, - And sullied foam heaves mournfully, - And pitches from the dull green wall - Of waters; if the wild fowl rise - From the cold ocean with a plash, - And heavily wheel up the skies, - As if they would forget the dash - Of billows, and could pass away - From earthly sorrows as from earth; - If not one shorn, but sunny ray, - Leaps out like a stray thought of mirth; - If heaven looks sad, and seas look dull, - And nature’s beauty is a blank-- - I feel as if my heart were full - Of waters from oblivion drank; - For I forget, like flowers, the hue - Of beauty, without sun and dew. - - But a bright morning--when the lark - Is painted on the light blue sky, - And vapors rest upon the dark, - Deep pools of ebony that lie - In the hill shadows; when the leaves - Are stirring with the scented air, - And the bright drops that evening weaves - Like diamonds in the wavy hair - Of nature, glisten; when the wing - Of the light wind is but a shrine - On which the lowliest flower may fling - Its gift of odors; when the vine - Hath lifted its coarse leaf to show - Its azure clusters to the sun, - And quickened by his amorous glow, - The curling shoots stir one by one; - When every fibre, blade, and stem - That lifteth to the arch of blue, - Is jewelled with its droplet gem, - And every bathed and dainty hue - Hath a clear April freshness; when - The birds go caroling like streams - O’er pebbly courses, and the glen - Reechoes patiently the themes - A thousand summers and their birds - Have given in those very words; - When every nerve is nobly strung, - And leaping pulses swiftly pass, - And care is from the spirit flung - Like rain-drops from the swaying grass-- - I feel as if my spirit took - From nature a new gift of sight, - And I could read her living book - By perfect and immediate light, - And knew, as angels know, how broad - Is the benevolence of God. - - -II. - - It is a glorious morning. Storm - Hath left no traces, and the warm, - Rich sunshine cometh like a strain - Of parted music, back again. - The trees are bare, but like a true - And changeless friend, the sun shines through, - And round the sad and fallen leaves - His mesh of light he softly weaves. - I see and feel how very fair - This summer sun, and breezes are; - I see the white, thin vapors wreathed - About the hills as if they breathed; - I see the sky’s pure, delicate blue, - Like a soft eye which melts me through, - And I’ve remembered the sweet eyes - I likened to those gentle skies, - And gazed this hour as if their look - Were written in that azure book, - And the long echo came but now - Of my hot speech and silly vow. - I cannot wander; but I know - How earth’s deep voices softly flow; - I know how light the waters run - O’er the sere grass and fretful stone; - I know how fountains leap, how still - The winds creep over lake and hill; - The Autumn birds, the last leaf-fall, - The morn’s sweet breath--I know them all. - - I know them all--and yet my feet - Are not where singing waters meet; - My books are for the running streams, - And stupid schoolmen for the dreams - Of gentle spirits; I am tied - While nature joyeth like a bride; - Chained down to reason on the cool, - Dull precepts of a skeptic’s rule, - While beauty over earth and sea - Is gushing as a fount let free. - - It hath its lesson. Beautiful things - Are given like retreating wings; - Not to be gathered, never won, - But sent to lead the spirit on; - Winning the upward eye of prayer, - As ’twere a finger pointing there, - Till we have followed to the sky - An angel, imperceptibly. - - -III. - - It is a holy night. The moon - Hath made it like a gentler noon, - And every deep and starry eye - Is waking in the summer sky, - As if its light were made alone - For restless hearts to gaze upon. - There are no voices, and the stir - Of the soft south goes lightlier - Among the branches, and the deep, - Felt stillness of a world asleep, - Is on my spirit like the touch - Of a sweet friend who loveth much. - I’ve left my books. I cannot damp - My heart beside a weary lamp - While heaven is set with stars, and I - Am not to sit down quietly, - And on a musty altar fling - The birthright of a glorious wing. - Reason who will; while skies of June - Are molten by this silent moon, - While flowers have breath, and voices creep - From running brook and fountain-leap, - While any thing is left to love - In this fair earth and heaven above, - I would not wear a fettered limb - To make Chaldea’s wisdom dim. - - Why, what is duty? Sky and sea, - Thou promised heaven! are types of thee; - The earth is like a flowing cup - Of perfect beauty mingled up; - The very elements of heaven, - Life, light, and music, freely given; - The world an Eden, and we thirst - For every voice and fountain-burst; - And yet, we’re told, at duty’s call - We must forego--forget them all! - - How has the foot of nature trod - The pathway of a perfect God, - How are the springs of earnest thought - With his diviner cunning wrought, - If all that makes us feel our fate - Not altogether desolate-- - This burning love for beautiful things, - Is sealed among forbidden springs, - And we must throw a gift of fire - Aside like a neglected lyre? - - - - -BETTER MOMENTS. - - - My mother’s voice! how often creeps - Its cadence on my lonely hours, - Like healing sent on wings of sleep, - Or dew to the unconscious flowers! - - I can forget her melting prayer - While leaping pulses madly fly; - But in the still unbroken air, - Her gentle tone comes stealing by, - And years, and sin, and manhood flee, - And leave me at my mother’s knee. - - The book of nature, and the print - Of beauty on the whispering sea, - Give aye to me some lineament - Of what I have been taught to be. - My heart is harder, and perhaps - My manliness hath drunk up tears, - And there’s a mildew in the lapse - Of a few miserable years-- - But nature’s book is even yet - With all my mother’s lessons writ. - - I have been out at eventide - Beneath a moonlight sky of spring, - When earth was garnished like a bride, - And night had on her silver wing; - When bursting leaves and diamond grass, - And waters leaping to the light, - And all that makes the pulses pass - With wilder fleetness, thronged the night-- - When all was beauty--then have I, - With friends on whom my love is flung - Like myrrh on winds of Araby, - Gazed up where evening’s lamp is hung, - And when the beautiful spirit there - Flung over me its golden chain, - My mother’s voice came on the air - Like the light dropping of the rain, - And resting on some silver star - The spirit of a bended knee, - I’ve poured her low and fervent prayer - That our eternity might be - To rise in heaven like stars at night, - And tread a living path of light! - - I have been on the dewy hills - When night was stealing from the dawn, - And mist was on the waking rills, - And tints were delicately drawn - In the gray east; when birds were waking - With a low murmur in the trees, - And melody by fits was breaking - Upon the whisper of the breeze-- - And this when I was forth, perchance, - As a worn reveller from the dance! - And when the sun sprang gloriously - And freely up, and hill and river - Were catching upon wave and tree - The arrows from his subtle quiver-- - I say a voice has thrilled me then, - Heard on the still and rushing light, - Or creeping from the silent glen, - Like words from the departing night-- - Hath stricken me, and I have pressed - On the wet grass my fevered brow, - And pouring forth the earliest, - First prayer with which I learned to bow, - Have felt my mother’s spirit rush - Upon me as in by-past years, - And yielding to the blessed gush - Of my ungovernable tears, - Have risen up--the gay, the wild-- - As humble as a very child! - - - - -THE HINDOO MOTHER. - - - It was a gentle eve in Hindoostan. - The rains were past, and the delighted earth - Was beautiful once more, and glittering leaves - Were lifting lightly on their beaten stems, - And glancing to the pure, transparent sky, - Like a pleased infant smiling through its tears. - Clouds lingered in the west, and tints were drawn - By sunset fingers on their skirts of gold, - And they were floating as serenely there, - As if the children of the restless storm - Could sleep upon the azure floor of heaven. - - Deep ran the holy Ganges, for the rain - Had swollen it from Thibet to the sea. - Its flow was turbid; and, as if the winds - Were not forgotten by the multitude - Of its strange waters, they were leaping up, - And with a wonderous glory gathering - The mantle of the sunset over them. - How frequently these living passages - Of nature’s book are opened, and how few - Are the high hearts that know them, and can feel - Their eloquence and beauty! - - Meina stood - Upon the breathing carpet of the shore, - Gazing on sky and river. There was much - In the dark features of the young Hindoo, - That should have won a gentler history. - She had the Eastern eye, with its dark fringe - And shadowy depth of lustre; but, beyond - The elements of beauty, there was writ - A something that the wounded roe would trust - For shelter from its hunters. Her closed lips - Were delicate as the tinted pencilling - Of veins upon a flower; and on her cheek - The timid blood had faintly melted through, - Like something that was half afraid of light. - There was no slighter print upon the grass - Than her elastic step; and in her frame - There was a perfect symmetry, that seemed - Aerial as a bird’s. It was the hour - For worship in her land; and she had come, - With the religion of a high, pure heart, - To bow herself in prayer. A darker mind - Might pray at such an hour; but she had caught - The spirit of the scene; and, as her eye - Followed the coursing of the golden waves, - Or rested on the clouds that slept above, - Like isles upon the bosom of the sea, - Her soul was swept to music like a harp, - And she knelt down in her deep blessedness - To worship the High Maker. As she prayed, - Her beautiful young boy--a very dream, - As he might be, of infant loveliness, - With his dark hair upon the summer wind, - And the sweet laugh of a delighted child - Like music on his lips--came leaping by, - And, flinging a light wreath upon her brow, - Sprang onward like a bounding antelope. - She turned a moment--might she not, for him? - Him, whom she cradled in the whispering tree, - And gathered to her bosom in the hush - Of the still night?--to know if he was there. - Twas but a moment, and she bowed again; - And, as the murmur of her silver tone - Stole out upon the wind, her images - Of majesty came back, and she was filled, - Like a deep channel by the whirlwind swept, - Again with the rich rushing of her prayer. - The shadows of the stealthy evening came - Silently on; but she was up, in thought, - Among the crystal palaces of light; - And a still prompting came to her, to pray - That the poor spirit of a passing world, - With all its fond, but frail idolatries, - Might on the altar of her God be flung. - She breathed it, and along the holy shore - She heard the whisper of the waters creep: - ‘Thine is the victory, Meina!’--Was it won? - Won in its cold, bereaving cruelty? - Won from the pride of woman? from her love? - Won from thy boy! young mother? No! oh, no! - She had forgotten him! He was too young, - Too purely, beautifully young, to die! - And then the waves repeated to the shore, - And the light echo heard it: ‘Give him up!’ - And Meina heard it: ‘Give him to thy God!’ - And the strong heart arose! One arrowy pulse - Of an acuter agony than death; - One fearful shiver at the searching thrill, - And she had won--aye, with her glorious boy - Upon her very breast--the victory! - Oh! let the erring oftener be forgiven, - That, in the shadowy twilight of the mind, - They stray a little from the perfect way! - If there is evidence in silent leaves, - And the still waters, of a present God, - And all who hear not messages of grace, - Must gather from its dim and hidden words - Their better solaces; remember ye - Who reckon lightly of the poor Hindoo, - That, in the scattering of the leaves of life, - His page was written more imperfectly. - - The beautiful sun arose, and there was not - A stain upon the sky; the virgin blue - Was delicate as light; and, as the east - Eclipsed night’s pale and starry jewelry, - The pure intensity of noon stole on, - Like the soft deepening of a northern eye. - - ‘Come! my own glorious boy!’ and forth he sprang, - As he had been created of the morn - A spirit and an element of light. - ‘Come! Come!’ and he was bounding airily - Beside his stately mother, laughing out - His lisping prattle of the promised boat, - As if her words had been in playfulness, - ‘That the bright waves should float him on to heaven.’ - The morning mist stole up, as Meina knelt - To offer him to God. Her eyes were dim; - But her fine forehead, and her calm, still lip, - Were fearfully subdued; and as the cloud - Which clothes the lightning slumbers, so they slept. - Her soul was in its strength. She held her boy - Upon her bosom, till she felt the throb - Of his warm pulses numbered on her heart, - And her low, leaden cadences, kept on! - His silken hair, as delicately soft - As the light wind that stirred it, floated up, - As if to plead at her transparent cheek; - But she had wooed its kisses till it came - To be a fond idolatry, and now - She nerved her as the strong heart answered it. - And the low words broke severally on, - Distinctly as a common orison! - There is a period in the wreck of hopes - By the affections garnered, calmer far - Than an untried serenity. It comes - With the stern conflict ever, and awaits - The passage of that hour, as if the soul - Were girded, and had championed suffering; - And it is strange, how a weak human heart - Will thus be quiet like a hushing storm, - And, with a fetter on its pulses, wait - To measure spirits for the mastery! - - The low ‘Amen!’ died on the silent air, - And Meina’s heart was ready. The young boy - Sprang joyously away, as if her arms - Had prisoned him too long; and, as he saw - The painted boat heave lightly to the swell - Upon the reedy shore, and caught the breath - Of her wreathed helm of flowers, he gave a shout, - In his impatient gladness, and away, - Like a warm vision of aerial birth, - He bounded to implore that she would come. - Calmly and steadily came Meina on, - Led by her victim boy. The boat was there - Among the tall wet reeds, and she went in - And scanned its light frame over, and arranged - Its mimic ornaments; and then again, - When she had seen it all, and he had grown - Impatient, she began to note once more - The frailties in its lightly plaited reeds, - As if she did not know that it was meant - To kill. It is a wonderful effect - Of nature in the heart, that in the strength - Of a mistaken duty, it will turn, - And almost trifle with its tenderness, - As if it half misgave that all was wrong. - - ‘Come!’ and he sprang into his mother’s arms - With a light leap, and, scarcely faltering - In his gay laugh, he looked into her face, - And in a tone of fondness whispered her, - ‘Will the boat bear, dear mother?’ She had quelled - Her feelings until now; had nerved herself - To the light grace with which he bounded by; - Had heard his voice, and looked upon his hair - In its light, breezy floatings, and had shut - Her heart up, with an iron thought, to all. - But this one doubt, half sadness as it came - From his delighted lips, and with his look - Of childlike and appealing confidence, - Was keener than a mother’s heart could bear! - She bowed her head, and struggled, as if life - Were bursting from its seal; and, as the thought - Rushed over her to take her idol back, - And keep him for her God, he murmured low, - ‘And are you sure, my mother?’--‘No! my son!’ - And the strong tide of nature gathered back - With a resistless energy. She clasped - Her boy convulsively, and he had lived - To quicken, in its gifted elements, - The radiant spirit written on his brow, - But a high strengthening she knew not of, - Awakened her, and pressing down her lips - In a long fervent kiss upon his cheek, - She hushed him into peace, and lifting up - Her face to heaven, she breathed the name of God, - And laid him down--for ever! - - The light bark - Went smoothly with the tide, and floated on - Till his dark eye was scarcely visible. - On, and yet on, she bounded! The bright waves - Seemed playful in their leaping joyousness, - And the curled ripple feathered at the prow - Like a glad thing of life. Had death grown slow? - Or were the waters ‘stayed,’ that they should keep - Their cold embraces from him? On, still on, - With her quick undulations! Hope revived - In the sick heart of Meina, and she rose - To gaze more keenly forward. He was there, - And his small arms were lifted; and she thought - That, as he tossed them upward, she could hear - A cadence of his sweet and silvery voice - Like a delighted shouting. It died off, - And then again she heard it. Was it joy - That broke upon her ear? oh! was there joy - In that long cry, thou mother? Hark to it! - ’Tis like the arrowy piercing of the wind! - He moveth, and she bade him to be still! - He riseth! ’tis his boyish restlessness! - Look, Meina! Does he dash his little hands, - In mirth, upon the waters? Hark! once more! - ‘Mother!’ He calls thee! Is thy child afraid? - Again! How very fearfully it comes! - ‘Help! Mother!’ ’Tis a cry of agony! - He sinks! Fly! Fly! he calls to thee! Oh fly! - ‘Mother!’ God help thee! Dost thou see him now? - - - - -WAITING FOR THE HARVESTERS. - - - And there she sat in ripened loveliness, - An English mother; joying in her babes, - Whose life was bright before her, and whose lips - Were breaking into language, with the sweet - And loving sentences they learn so soon. - Her face was very beautiful, and mirth - Was native on her lip; but ever now - As a sweet tone delighted her, the smile - Went melting into sadness, and the lash - Drooped gently to her eye, as if it knew - Affection was too chaste a thing for mirth. - It was the time for harvest, and she sat - Awaiting one. A breath of scented hay - Was in the air, and from the distance came - The noise of sickles, and the voices sent - Out on the stillness of the quiet morn; - And the low waters, coming like the strain - Of a pervading melody, stole in, - And made all music! ’Twas a holiness - Of nature’s making, and I lifted up - My heart to Heaven, and in my gladness prayed - That if a heart were sad, or if a tear - Were living upon earth, it might be theirs - To go abroad in nature, and to see - A mother and her gentle babes like these. - - - - -FUGITIVE PIECES. - - - - -THE SOLDIER’S WIDOW. - - - Wo! for my vine-clad home! - That it should ever be so dark to me, - With its bright threshold, and its whispering tree! - That I should ever come, - Fearing the lonely echo of a tread, - Beneath the roof-tree of my glorious dead! - - Lead on! my orphan boy! - Thy home is not so desolate to thee, - And the low shiver in the linden tree - May bring to thee a joy; - But, oh! how dark is the bright home before thee, - To her who with a joyous spirit bore thee! - - Lead on! for thou art now - My sole remaining helper. God hath spoken, - And the strong heart I leaned upon is broken; - And I have seen his brow, - The forehead of my upright one, and just, - Trod by the hoof of battle to the dust. - - He will not meet thee there - Who blest thee at the eventide, my son! - And when the shadows of the night steal on, - He will not call to prayer. - The lips that melted, giving thee to God, - Are in the icy keeping of the sod! - - Aye, my own boy! thy sire - Is with the sleepers of the valley cast, - And the proud glory of my life hath past, - With his high glance of fire. - Wo! that the linden and the vine should bloom, - And a just man be gathered to the tomb! - - Why, bear them proudly, boy! - It is the sword he girded to his thigh, - It is the helm he wore in victory! - And shall we have no joy? - For thy green vales, O Switzerland, he died! - I will forget my sorrow--in my pride! - - - - -THE BURIAL OF ARNOLD, - -MEMBER OF THE SENIOR CLASS OF YALE COLLEGE. - - - Ye’ve gathered to your place of prayer - With slow and measured tread; - Your ranks are full, your mates all there; - But the soul of one has fled. - He was the proudest in his strength, - The manliest of ye all; - Why lies he at that fearful length, - And ye around his pall? - - Ye reckon it in days since he - Strode up that foot-worn aisle, - With his dark eye flashing vividly, - And his lip wreathed with a smile. - Oh! had it been but told you then - To mark whose lamp was dim, - From out yon rank of fresh-lipped men, - Would ye have singled him? - - Whose was the sinewy arm which flung - Defiance to the ring? - Whose laugh of victory loudest rung, - Yet not for glorying? - Whose heart, in generous deed and thought, - No rivalry might brook, - And yet distinction claiming not? - There lies he; go and look! - - On now! his requiem is done; - The last deep prayer is said. - On to his burial, comrades! on, - With the noblest of the dead! - Slow! for it presses heavily; - It is a man ye bear! - Slow! for our thoughts dwell wearily - On the noble sleeper there. - - Tread lightly, comrades! we have laid - His dark locks on his brow - Like life, save deeper light and shade; - We’ll not disturb them now. - Tread lightly; for ’tis beautiful, - That blue-veined eyelid’s sleep, - Hiding the eye death left so dull; - Its slumber we will keep. - - Rest now! his journeying is done; - Your feet are on his sod. - Death’s chain is on your champion; - Here waiteth he his God! - Aye, turn and weep! ’tis manliness - To be heart-broken here; - For the grave of earth’s best nobleness - Is watered by the tear. - - - - -TO LAURA W----, - -TWO YEARS OF AGE. - - - Bright be the skies that cover thee, - Child of the sunny brow! - Bright as the dream flung over thee, - By all that meets thee now. - Thy heart is beating joyously, - Thy voice is like a bird’s, - And sweetly breaks the melody - Of thy imperfect words. - I know no fount that gushes out, - As gladly as thy tiny shout. - - Thy coral lip is pencilled well, - Thy cheek is deeply dyed; - Thine eye might shame the fleet gazelle, - In all his desert pride; - Thy fairy foot’s uncertain step, - Thy light bewitching grace, - The smile that curls thy sleeping lip, - And lights thy radiant face; - Have made a gift of beauty up - Too fair to taste life’s tainted cup. - - I would that thou mightst ever be - As beautiful as now; - That time might ever leave us free - Thy yet unwritten brow! - I would life were all poetry - To gentle measures set, - That nought but chastened melody, - Might dim thine eye of jet, - Nor one discordant note be spoken, - Till God the cunning harp hath broken. - - I would--but deeper things than these - With woman’s lot are wove; - Wrought of intenser sympathies, - And nerved by purer love. - By the strong spirit’s discipline, - By the fierce wrong forgiven, - By all that wrings the heart of sin, - Is woman won to heaven. - ‘Her lot is on thee,’ lovely child! - God keep thy spirit undefiled! - - I fear thy gentle loveliness, - Thy witching tone and air, - Thine eye’s beseeching earnestness, - May be to thee a snare. - For silver stars may purely shine, - The waters taintless flow; - But they who kneel at woman’s shrine, - Breathe on it as they bow. - Ye may fling back the gift again, - But the crushed flower will leave a stain. - - What shall preserve thee, beautiful child! - Keep thee, as thou art now? - Bring thee, a spirit undefiled, - At God’s pure throne to bow? - The world is but a broken reed, - And life grows early dim-- - Who shall be near thee in thy need, - To lead thee up, to Him? - He who himself was ‘undefiled’-- - With Him we trust thee, beautiful child! - - - -SONNET. - -TO A PICTURE OF ‘GENEVIEVE,’ BY ALEXANDER. - - - Thine is a face to look upon and pray - That a pure spirit keep thee. I would meet - With one so gentle by the streams away, - Living with nature; keeping thy pure feet - For the unfingered moss, and for the grass - Which leaneth where the gentle waters pass. - The autumn leaves should sigh thee to thy sleep, - And the capricious April, coming on, - Awake thee like a flower, and stars should keep - A vigil o’er thee like Endymion; - And thou for very gentleness shouldst weep, - As dew of the night’s quietness comes down. - I’ve praised thee, Genevieve! A dream of mine - Hath just such dark and shaded eyes as thine. - - - - -SONNET. - - - I have been gazing on thee, Genevieve, - And musing, in my love, if thou must die; - And I have thought it were not well to grieve - At thy most delicate frame and lustrous eye; - For as a harp is broken, when the finger - That knew its cunning hath forgot to play, - Thou wouldst not, for that frail confinement, linger, - When it was time for thee to pass away; - And therefore am I glad, that when my heart - To thy enquiring tenderness is hushed, - And thine endearments from mine eyes depart, - ’Twill be enough for thee that life hath gushed, - Gently to loose the silver cord, and die, - And with me in my place of slumber lie. - - - - -SONNET. - - - I care not that the world, when I am dead, - Remember me; I care not that they come - To see the place where I shall lay my head, - Or praise me with low voices at my tomb; - I would not even a recording stone - Should tell them what I was--when I am gone. - There are a few who love me--whom I love-- - Gentle and gifted spirits, who would weep, - But not that I had found a rest above, - And in their hearts my trifling virtues keep; - And one, whom I have folded like a dove - In my affections, would lie down and sleep - Softly beside me--and I should not care, - That any one should know that I was there. - - - - -EXTRACT FROM A POEM - -DELIVERED AT THE DEPARTURE OF THE SENIOR CLASS OF YALE COLLEGE, IN 1826. - - - * * * * * - - We shall go forth together. There will come - Alike the day of trial unto all, - And the rude world will buffet us alike. - Temptation hath a music for all ears; - And mad ambition trumpeteth to all; - And the ungovernable thought within, - Will be in every bosom eloquent; - But when the silence and the calm come on, - And the high seal of character is set, - We shall not all be similar. The scale - Of being is a graduated thing; - And deeper than the vanities of power, - Or the vain pomp of glory, there is writ - Gradation, in its hidden characters. - The pathway to the grave may be the same, - And the proud man shall tread it, and the low, - With his bowed head, shall bear him company. - Decay will make no difference, and death - With his cold hand shall make no difference; - And there will be no precedence of power, - In waking at the coming trump of God; - But in the temper of the invisible mind, - The godlike and undying intellect, - There are distinctions that will live in heaven, - When time is a forgotten circumstance! - The elevated brow of kings will lose - The impress of regalia, and the slave - Will wear his immortality as free, - Beside the chrystal waters; but the depth - Of glory in the attributes of God, - Will measure the capacities of mind; - And as the angels differ, will the ken - Of gifted spirits glorify him more. - It is life’s mystery. The soul of man - Createth its own destiny of power; - And as the trial is intenser here, - His being hath a nobler strength in heaven. - - What is its earthly victory? Press on! - For it hath tempted angels. Yet press on! - For it shall make you mighty among men; - And from the eyrie of your eagle thought, - Ye shall look down on monarchs. Oh! press on! - For the high ones and powerful shall come - To do you reverence; and the beautiful - Will know the purer language of your brow, - And read it like a talisman of love! - Press on! for it is godlike to unloose - The spirit, and forget yourself in thought; - Bending a pinion for the deeper sky, - And in the very fetters of your flesh, - Mating with the pure essences of heaven! - Press on!--‘for in the grave there is no work, - And no device.’--Press on! while yet ye may! - - So lives the soul of man. It is the thirst - Of his immortal nature; and he rends - The rock for secret fountains, and pursues - The path of the illimitable wind - For mysteries--and this is human pride! - There is a gentler element, and man - May breathe it with a calm, unruffled soul, - And drink its living waters till his heart - Is pure--and this is human happiness! - Its secret and its evidence are writ - In the broad book of nature. ’Tis to have - Attentive and believing faculties; - To go abroad rejoicing in the joy - Of beautiful and well created things; - To love the voice of waters, and the sheen - Of silver fountains leaping to the sea; - To thrill with the rich melody of birds, - Living their life of music; to be glad - In the gay sunshine, reverent in the storm; - To see a beauty in the stirring leaf, - And find calm thoughts beneath the whispering tree; - To see, and hear, and breathe the evidence - Of God’s deep wisdom in the natural world! - It is to linger on ‘the magic face - Of human beauty,’ and from light and shade - Alike to draw a lesson; ’tis to love - The cadences of voices that are tuned - By majesty and purity of thought; - To gaze on woman’s beauty, as a star - Whose purity and distance make it fair; - And in the gush of music to be still, - And feel that it has purified the heart! - It is to love all virtue for itself, - All nature for its breathing evidence; - And when the eye hath seen, and when the ear - Hath drunk the beautiful harmony of the world, - It is to humble the imperfect mind, - And lean the broken spirit upon God! - - Thus would I, at this parting hour, be true - To the great moral of a passing world. - Thus would I--like a just departing child, - Who lingers on the threshold of his home-- - Remember the best lesson of the lips - Whose accents shall be with us now, no more! - It is the gift of sorrow to be pure; - And I would press the lesson; that when life - Hath half become a weariness, and hope - Thirsts for serener waters, go abroad - Upon the paths of nature, and when all - Its voices whisper, and its silent things - Are breathing the deep beauty of the world, - Kneel at its simple altar, and the God - Who hath the living waters, shall be there! - - * * * * * - - - - -NOTES. - - -PAGE 32, LINES 12 and 13. - - _‘And a soft landscape given me by one_ - _Who has a noble nature.’_ - - -The gentleman who gave me the picture of ‘Stirling Castle’ will not be -surprised that so pleasant a gift holds a place in my memory. - - -PAGE 33, LINES 9 and 10. - - _‘one_ - _Whose ancestors had been Castilia’s kings.’_ - - -This striking anecdote is related of Ponce de Leon, in, I think, ‘A -Visit to Spain,’ by Michael Quin. - - -PAGE 47, LINE 12. - - _‘The glitter of the steeples on the hills.’_ - - -Every one who has made the passage of the St Lawrence, will remember -the beautiful effect of the steeples on the shore. Occupying almost -every swell on the low interval, and tiled universally with tin, they -glisten in the moonlight like turrets of silver. It is even in that -majestic scenery an impressive and delightful feature. - - -PAGE 84, LINE 4. - - _‘Child of the sunny brow.’_ - - -Perhaps my book will be forgotten before the child, to whom these -lines are addressed, is old enough to understand them; but even if it -is not, there is little harm in saying that she is at this time the -most beautiful human being I ever saw. Her ‘thousand winning ways’ and -graceful motion are before me now like a sweet dream, and I shall never -forget them. 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WILLIS.</p> -<hr class="r5" /> -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent10">‘—— If I remember,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You loved such stories once, thinking they brought</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Man to a fine and true humanity.’</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse right"><span class="smcap">Barry Cornwall.</span></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<hr class="r5" /> -<p class="center"> -BOSTON:<br /> -S. G. GOODRICH, 141, WASHINGTON ST.<br /> -</p> - -<hr class="r5" /> - -<p class="center">MDCCCXXVII.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</span></p> -<div class="chapter"> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<p class="center"> -<span class="allsmcap">DISTRICT OF MASSACHUSETTS</span>, <i>to wit</i>:</p> -<p class="right"> -<i>District Clerk’s Office.</i> -</p> - -<p>Be it remembered, that on the thirtieth day of November, <span class="allsmcap">A. D.</span> -1827, in the fifty second year of the Independence of the <span class="smcap">United States of -America</span>, <i>N. P. Willis</i>, of the said district, has deposited in this office -the title of a book, the right whereof he claims as author, in the words following, -<i>to wit</i>: ‘<span class="smcap">Sketches.</span> By N. P. Willis.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent10">“—— If I remember,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You loved such stories once, thinking they brought</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Man to a fine and true humanity.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse right"><span class="smcap">Barry Cornwall.</span>’</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>In conformity to the act of the Congress of the United States, entitled, -‘An act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of maps, -charts, and books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies, during the -times therein mentioned;’ and also to an act entitled ‘An act supplementary -to an act, entitled, an act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the -copies of maps, charts, and books to the authors and proprietors of such copies -during the times therein mentioned; and extending the benefits thereof to the -arts of designing, engraving and etching historical and other prints.’</p> - -<p class="right"> -JNO. W. DAVIS, <i>Clerk of the District of Massachusetts.</i> -</p> -</div> - -<p class="center"><br /> -BOSTON: PRESS OF THE CHRISTIAN EXAMINER.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p class="center">Stephen Foster, Printer.</p> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</span></p> - -<p class="center"><small>TO</small><br /> -<big><span class="gesperrt">MY FATHER</span></big><br /> -<small>THIS VOLUME<br /> -IS<br /> -RESPECTFULLY AND AFFECTIONATEL</small>Y<br /> -DEDICATED. -</p> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="PREFACE">PREFACE.</h2> -</div> - -<hr class="r5" /> -<p>In introducing this volume to the Public, the Author would simply -remark, that it was written at different periods of a college life, which -has just expired; (the Scripture Sketches at a very early part of it.) -He has no intention of screening its faults, either of feeling or style, -beneath his ‘score of summers;’ but as prefaces are the fashion, he -has thought the mention of the fact would not be amiss in the promotion -of a proper understanding between himself and his readers.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CONTENTS">CONTENTS.</h2> -</div> - -<hr class="r10" /> - -<table summary="Table of Contents"> -<tr><td class="toc-sec" colspan="2"><a href="#SKETCHES">SKETCHES.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="smcap"><a href="#THE_SACRIFICE_OF_ABRAHAM">The Sacrifice of Abraham</a></td><td class="right"> 9</td></tr> -<tr><td class="smcap"><a href="#ABSALOM">Absalom</a></td><td class="right">14</td></tr> -<tr><td class="smcap"><a href="#HAGAR_IN_THE_WILDERNESS">Hagar in the Wilderness</a></td><td class="right">20</td></tr> -<tr><td class="smcap"><a href="#JEPHTHAHS_DAUGHTER">Jephthah’s Daughter</a></td><td class="right">26</td></tr> -<tr><td class="smcap"><a href="#IDLENESS">Idleness</a></td><td class="right">32</td></tr> -<tr><td class="smcap"><a href="#DREAMS">Dreams</a></td><td class="right">34</td></tr> -<tr><td class="smcap"><a href="#OCTOBER">October</a></td><td class="right">38</td></tr> -<tr><td class="smcap"><a href="#BOYHOOD">Boyhood</a></td><td class="right">41</td></tr> -<tr><td class="smcap"><a href="#NIGHT_SKETCHES">Night Sketches</a></td><td class="right">44</td></tr> -<tr><td class="smcap"><a href="#TWILIGHT">Twilight</a></td><td class="right">49</td></tr> -<tr><td class="smcap"><a href="#DAWN">Dawn</a></td><td class="right">51</td></tr> -<tr><td class="smcap"><a href="#SCRAPS_FROM_A_JOURNAL">Scraps from a Journal</a></td><td class="right">53</td></tr> -<tr><td class="smcap"><a href="#BETTER_MOMENTS">Better Moments</a></td><td class="right">61</td></tr> -<tr><td class="smcap"><a href="#THE_HINDOO_MOTHER">The Hindoo Mother</a></td><td class="right">65</td></tr> -<tr><td class="smcap"><a href="#WAITING_FOR_THE_HARVESTERS">Waiting for the Harvesters</a></td><td class="right">75</td></tr> -<tr><td class="toc-sec" colspan="2"><a href="#FUGITIVE_PIECES">FUGITIVE PIECES.</a></td> </tr> -<tr><td class="smcap"><a href="#THE_SOLDIERS_WIDOW">The Soldier’s Widow</a></td><td class="right">79</td></tr> -<tr><td class="smcap"><a href="#THE_BURIAL_OF_ARNOLD">The Burial of Arnold</a></td><td class="right">81</td></tr> -<tr><td class="smcap"><a href="#TO_LAURA_W_mdash">To Laura W——</a></td><td class="right">84</td></tr> -<tr><td class="smcap"><a href="#SONNET">Sonnets</a></td><td class="right">87, 88, 89</td></tr> -<tr><td class="smcap hanging2"><a href="#EXTRACT">Extract from a Poem Delivered at the Departure -of the Senior Class of Yale College in 1826</a></td><td class="right">90</td></tr> -<tr><td class="smcap"><a href="#Notes">Notes</a></td><td class="right">95</td></tr> -</table> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="SKETCHES">SKETCHES.</h2> -</div> - -<hr class="r10" /> - -<h3 id="THE_SACRIFICE_OF_ABRAHAM">THE SACRIFICE OF ABRAHAM.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Morn breaketh in the east. The purple clouds</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are putting on their gold and violet,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To look the meeter for the sun’s bright coming.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sleep is upon the waters and the wind;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And nature, from the tremulous forest leaf</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To her majestic master, sleeps. As yet</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There is no mist upon the deep blue sky,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the clear dew is on the blushing bosoms</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of crimson roses, in a holy rest.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How hallowed is the hour of morning! meet,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Aye, beautifully meet, for the pure prayer.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The patriarch standeth at his tented door,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With his white locks uncovered. ’Tis his wont</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">To gaze upon the gorgeous orient;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And at that hour the awful majesty</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of one who talketh often with his God,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is wont to come again and clothe his brow</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As at his fourscore strength. But now he seemeth</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To be forgetful of his vigorous frame,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And boweth to his staff as at the hour</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of noontide sultriness; and that bright sun!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He looketh at its pencilled messengers,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Coming in golden raiment, as if light</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Were opening a fearful scroll in heaven.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ah! he is waiting till it herald in</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The hour to sacrifice his much loved son!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Light poureth on the world. And Sarah stands,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Watching the steps of Abraham and her child</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Along the dewy sides of the far hills,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And praying that her sunny boy faint not.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Would she have watched their path so silently,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If she had known that he was going up,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Even in his fair-haired beauty, to be slain</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As a white lamb for sacrifice? They trod</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Together onward, patriarch and child;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The bright sun throwing back the old man’s shade,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In straight and fair proportions, as of one</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Erect in early vigor. He stood up</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Firm in his better strength, and like a tree</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Rooted in Lebanon, his frame bent not.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His thin, white hairs had yielded to the wind,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And left his brow uncovered; and his face,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Impressed with the stern majesty of grief,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nerved to a solemn duty, now stood forth</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like a rent rock, submissive, yet sublime.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But the young boy, he of the laughing eye</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And ruby lip, the pride of life was on him.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He seemed to drink the morning. Sun and dew,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the aroma of the spicy trees,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And all that giveth the delicious East</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Its fitness for an Eden, stole like light</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Into his spirit, ravishing his thoughts</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With love and beauty. Every thing he met,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Floating or beautiful, the lightest wing</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of bird or insect, or the palest dye</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of the fresh flowers, won him from his path;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And joyously broke forth his tiny shout,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As he flung back his silken hair, and sprung</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Away to some green spot or clustering vine,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To pluck his infant trophies. Every tree</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And fragrant shrub was a new hiding-place,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And he would crouch till the old man came by,</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Then bound before him with his childish laugh,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Stealing a look behind him playfully,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To see if he had made his father smile.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The sun rode on in heaven. The dew stole up</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like a light veil from nature, and the heat</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Came like a sleep upon the delicate leaves,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And bent them with the blossoms to their dreams.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Still trod the patriarch on with that same step,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Firm and unfaltering, turning not aside</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To seek the olive shades, or lave his lips</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In the sweet waters of the Syrian wells,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose gush hath so much music. Weariness</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Stole on the gentle boy, and he forgot</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To toss his sunny hair from off his brow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And spring for the light wings and gaudy flowers,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As in the early morning; but he kept</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Close by his father’s side, and bent his head</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upon his bosom like a drooping bud,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Lifting it not, save now and then to steal</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A look up to the face whose sternness awed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His childishness to silence.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent24">It was noon;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And Abraham on Moriah bowed himself,</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And buried up his face, and prayed for strength.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He could not look upon his son and pray;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But with his hand upon the clustering curls</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of the fair, kneeling boy, he prayed that God</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Would nerve him for that hour. Oh! man was made</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For the stern conflict. In a mother’s love</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There is more tenderness; the thousand cords</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Woven with every fibre of her heart,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Complain, like delicate harp strings, at a breath;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But love in man is one deep principle,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which, yielding not to lighter influence,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Abides the tempest. He rose up, and laid</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The wood upon the altar. All was done.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He stood a moment, and a vivid flush</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Passed o’er his countenance; and then he nerved</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His spirit with a bitter strength, and spoke:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">‘Isaac! my only son!’ The boy looked up,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And Abraham turned his face away, and wept.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">‘Where is the lamb, my father?’ Oh! the tones,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The sweet, the thrilling music of a child!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How it doth agonize at such an hour!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It was the last, deep struggle. Abraham held</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His loved, his beautiful, his only son,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And lifted up his arm, and called on God—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And lo! God’s Angel stayed him; and he fell</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upon his face and wept.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</span></p> -<h3 id="ABSALOM">ABSALOM.</h3> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The waters slept. Night’s silvery veil hung low</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On Jordan’s bosom, and the eddies curled</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their glassy rings beneath it, like the still</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Unbroken beating of the sleeper’s pulse.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The reeds bent down the stream. The willow leaves,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With a soft cheek upon the lulling tide,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Forgot the lifting winds; and the long stems,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose flowers the water, like a gentle nurse,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Bears on its bosom, quietly gave way</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And leaned in graceful attitudes to rest.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How strikingly the course of nature tells,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By its light heed of human suffering,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That it was fashioned for a perfect world!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">King David’s limbs were weary. He had fled</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From far Jerusalem, and now he stood</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With his faint people for a little rest</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upon the shore of Jordan. The light wind</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Of morn was stirring, and he bared his brow</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To its refreshing breath; for he had worn</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The mourner’s covering, and he had not felt</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That he could see his people until now.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They gathered round him on the fresh green bank,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And spoke their kindly words; and as the sun</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Rose up in heaven, he knelt among them there,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And bowed his head upon his hands to pray.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh! when the heart is full, when bitter thoughts</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Come crowding thickly up for utterance,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the poor common words of courtesy</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are such a very mockery, how much</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The bursting heart may pour itself in prayer!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He prayed for Israel; and his voice went up</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Strongly and fervently; he prayed for those</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose love had been his shield; and his deep tones</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Grew tremulous; but oh! for Absalom!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For his estranged, misguided Absalom—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The proud, bright being who had burst away,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In all his princely beauty, to defy</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The heart that cherished him—for him he poured,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In agony that would not be controlled,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Strong supplication, and forgave him there</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Before his God, for his deep sinfulness.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">The hosts were numbered. At Mahanaim’s gate</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sat David, as the glittering thousands passed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Forth to the battle. With a troubled eye</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He looked upon their pomp, and as the helms</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Bent low before him, and the banners swayed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like burnished wings to do him reverence,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His look grew restless, and he did not wear</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The lofty sternness of a monarch’s brow.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The leader of the host came by. His form</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was like a son of Anak, and he strode</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Majestically on, and bore his crest</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As men were waters, and his frame a rock.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The king rose up to Joab, and came near,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As his tall helm was bowed; and by the love</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He bore his master, he besought him there</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That he would spare him Absalom alive.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He passed with his stern warriors on; the trump</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the loud cymbal died upon the ear;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And as the king turned off his weary gaze,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The last faint gleam had vanished, and the wood</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of Ephraim had received a thousand men,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To whom its pleasant shadows were a grave.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The pall was settled. He who slept beneath</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was straightened for the grave; and as the folds</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Sunk to the still proportions, they betrayed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The matchless symmetry of Absalom.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His hair was yet unshorn, and silken curls</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Were floating round the tassels as they swayed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To the admitted air, as glossy now</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As when in hours of gentle dalliance bathing</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The snowy fingers of Judea’s girls.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His helm was at his feet; his banner, soiled</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With trailing through Jerusalem, was laid</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Reversed beside him; and the jewelled hilt,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose diamonds lit the passage of his blade,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Rested like mockery on his covered brow.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The soldiers of the king trod to and fro,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Clad in the garb of battle, and their chief,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The mighty Joab, stood beside his bier</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And gazed upon the dark pall stedfastly,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As if he feared the slumberer might stir.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A slow step startled him. He grasped his blade</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As if a trumpet rang; but the bent form</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of David entered, and he gave command</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In a low tone to his few followers,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And left him with his dead. The king stood still</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till the last echo died; then throwing off</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The sackcloth from his brow, and laying back</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The pall from the still features of his child,</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">He bowed his head upon him, and broke forth</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In the resistless eloquence of woe.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">‘Alas! my noble boy, that thou shouldst die!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Thou, who wert made so beautifully fair!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That death should settle in thy glorious eye,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And leave his stillness in this clustering hair!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How could he mark thee for the silent tomb,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">My proud boy, Absalom!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">‘Cold is thy brow, my son! and I am chill</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When to my bosom I would try to press thee;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Like a rich harp string, yearning to caress thee,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And hear thy sweet “My Father!” from these dumb</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And cold lips, Absalom!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">‘The grave hath won thee; I shall hear the gush</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of music and the voices of the young;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And life will pass me in the mantling blush,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the dark tresses to the soft winds flung;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But thou no more with thy sweet voice shalt come</div> - <div class="verse indent4">To meet me, Absalom!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">‘And oh! when I am stricken, and my heart</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Like a bruised reed is waiting to be broken;</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">How will its love for thee, as I depart,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Long for thine ear to catch its dying token!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It were so sweet, amid death’s gathering gloom,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">To see thee, Absalom!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">‘And now farewell! ’tis hard to give thee up,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With death so like a gentle slumber on thee.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And thy dark sin—oh! I could drink the cup,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">If from this woe its bitterness had won thee—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">May God have called thee like a wanderer home,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">My erring Absalom!’</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">He covered up his face, and bowed himself</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A moment on his child; then giving him</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A look of melting tenderness, he clasped</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His hands convulsively, as if in prayer;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And as a strength were given him of God,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He rose up calmly, and composed the pall</div> - <div class="verse indent0">About him decently, and left him there</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As if his rest had been a breathing sleep.</div> - - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</span></p> -<h3 id="HAGAR_IN_THE_WILDERNESS">HAGAR IN THE WILDERNESS.</h3> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The morning broke. Light stole upon the clouds</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With a strange beauty. Earth received again</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Its garment of a thousand dies; and leaves,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And delicate blossoms, and the painted flowers,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And every thing that bendeth to the dew,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And stirreth with the daylight, lifted up</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Its beauty to the breath of that sweet morn.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">All things are dark to sorrow; and the light</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And loveliness, and fragrant air were sad</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To the dejected Hagar. The moist earth</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was pouring odors from its spicy pores,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the young birds were caroling as life</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Were a new thing to them; but oh! it came</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upon her heart like discord, and she felt</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How cruelly it tries a broken heart,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To see a mirth in any thing it loves.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She stood at Abraham’s tent. Her lips were pressed</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Till the blood left them; and the wandering veins</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of her transparent forehead, were swelled out,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As if her pride would burst them. Her dark eye</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was clear and tearless, and the light of heaven,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which made its language legible, shot back</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From her long lashes, as it had been flame.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her noble boy stood by her with his hand</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Clasped in her own, and his round, delicate feet,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Scarce trained to balance on the tented floor,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sandaled for journeying. He had looked up</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Into his mother’s face until he caught</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The spirit there, and his young heart was swelling</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Beneath his snowy bosom, and his form</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Straightened up proudly in his tiny wrath,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As if his light proportions would have swelled,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Had they but matched his spirit, to the man.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Why bends the patriarch as he cometh now</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upon his staff so wearily? His beard</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is low upon his breast, and his high brow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">So written with the converse of his God,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Beareth the swollen vein of agony.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His lip is quivering, and his wonted step</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of vigor is not there, and though the morn</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is passing fair and beautiful, he breathes</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Its freshness as it were a pestilence.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh! man may bear with suffering; his heart</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is a strong thing, and godlike in the grasp</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of pain that wrings mortality; but tear</div> - <div class="verse indent0">One cord affection clings to, part one tie</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That binds him to a woman’s delicate love,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And his great spirit yieldeth like a reed.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">He gave to her the water and the bread,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But spoke no word, and trusted not himself</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To look upon her face, but laid his hand</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In silent blessing on the fair-haired boy,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And left her to her lot of loneliness.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Should Hagar weep? May slighted woman turn,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And as a vine the oak hath shaken off,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Bend lightly to her tendencies again?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh no! by all her loveliness, by all</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That makes life poetry and beauty, no!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Make her a slave; steal from her rosy cheek</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By needless jealousies; let the last star</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Leave her a watcher by your couch of pain;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Wrong her by petulance, suspicion, all</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That makes her cup a bitterness—yet give</div> - <div class="verse indent0">One evidence of love, and earth has not</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">An emblem of devotedness like hers.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But oh! estrange her once, it boots not how,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By wrong or silence, any thing that tells</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A change has come upon your tenderness—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And there is not a high thing out of heaven</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her pride o’ermastereth not.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">She went her way with a strong step and slow;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her pressed lip arched, and her clear eye undimmed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As it had been a diamond, and her form</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Borne proudly up, as if her heart breathed through.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her child kept on in silence, though she pressed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His hand till it was pained; for he had caught,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As I have said, her spirit, and the seed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of a stern nation had been breathed upon.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The morning past, and Asia’s sun rode up</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In the clear heaven, and every beam was heat.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The cattle of the hills were in the shade,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the bright plumage of the Orient lay</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On beating bosoms in her spicy trees.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It was an hour of rest; but Hagar found</div> - <div class="verse indent0">No shelter in the wilderness, and on</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She kept her weary way, until the boy</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hung down his head, and opened his parched lips</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">For water; but she could not give it him.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She laid him down beneath the sultry sky;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For it was better than the close, hot breath</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of the thick pines, and tried to comfort him;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But he was sore athirst, and his blue eyes</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Were dim and bloodshot, and he could not know</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Why God denied him water in the wild.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She sat a little longer, and he grew</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ghastly and faint, as if he would have died.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It was too much for her. She lifted him</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And bore him farther on, and laid his head</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Beneath the shadow of a desert shrub;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And shrouding up her face she went away,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And sat to watch, where he could see her not,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till he should die—and watching him she mourned:—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">‘God stay thee in thine agony, my boy!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I cannot see thee die; I cannot brook</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Upon thy brow to look,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And see death settle on my cradle joy.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">How have I drunk the light of thy blue eye!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And could I see thee die?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">‘I did not dream of this when thou wast straying,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Like an unbound gazelle, among the flowers;</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</span> - <div class="verse indent4">Or wearing rosy hours,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By the rich gush of water-sources playing,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Then sinking weary to thy smiling sleep,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">So beautiful and deep.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">‘Oh no! and when I watched by thee the while,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And saw thy bright lip curling in thy dream,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And thought of the dark stream</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In my own land of Egypt, the deep Nile,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">How prayed I that my fathers’ land might be</div> - <div class="verse indent4">An heritage for thee!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">‘And now the grave for its cold breast hath won thee,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And thy white, delicate limbs the earth will press;</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And oh! my last caress</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Must feel thee cold, for a chill hand is on thee.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">How can I leave my boy, so pillowed there</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Upon his clustering hair!’</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">She stood beside the well her God had given</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To gush in that deep wilderness, and bathed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The forehead of her child until he laughed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In his reviving happiness, and lisped</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His infant thought of gladness at the sight</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of the cool plashing of his mother’s hand.</div> - - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</span></p> -<h3 id="JEPHTHAHS_DAUGHTER">JEPHTHAH’S DAUGHTER.</h3> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">She stood before her father’s gorgeous tent,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To listen for his coming. Her loose hair</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was resting on her shoulders, like a cloud</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Floating around a statue, and the wind,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Just swaying her light robe, revealed a shape</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Praxiteles might worship. She had clasped</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her hands upon her bosom, and had raised</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her beautiful, dark, Jewish eyes to heaven,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till the long lashes laid upon her brow.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her lip was slightly parted, like the leaves</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of a half-blown pomegranate; and her neck,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Just where the cheek was melting to its curve,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With the unearthly beauty sometimes there,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was shaded as if light had fallen off,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Its surface was so polished. She was quelling</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her light, quick breath, to hear; and the white rose</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Scarce moved upon her bosom as it swelled,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like nothing but a wave of light in dreams,</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">To meet the arching of her queenly neck.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her countenance was radiant with love.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She looked like one to die for it; a being</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose whole existence was the pouring out</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of rich and deep affections. I have thought</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A brother’s and a sister’s love was much.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I know a brother’s is, for I have loved</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A trusting sister; and I know how broke</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The heart may be with its own tenderness.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But the affection of a delicate child</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For a fond father, gushing as it does</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With the sweet springs of life, and living on</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Through all earth’s changes like a principle,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Chastened with reverence, and made more pure</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By early discipline of light and shade,—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It must be holier!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent22">The wind bore on</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The leaden tramp of thousands. Clarion notes</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Rang sharply on the ear at intervals;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the low, mingled din of mighty hosts</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Returning from the battle, poured from far,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like the deep murmur of a restless sea.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They came, as earthly conquerors always come,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With blood and splendor, revelry and woe.</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">The stately horse treads proudly; he hath trod</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The brow of death, as well. The chariot wheels</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of warriors roll magnificently on;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their weight hath crushed the fallen. Man is there;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Majestic, lordly man, with his serene</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And elevated brow and godlike frame,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Lifting his crest in triumph, for his heel</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hath trod the dying like a wine-press down!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The mighty Jephthah led his warriors on</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Through Mizpeh’s streets. His helm was proudly set,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And his stern lip curled slightly, as if praise</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Were for the hero’s scorn. His step was firm,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But free as India’s leopard; and his mail,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose shekels none in Israel might bear,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was lighter than a tassel on his frame.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His crest was Judah’s kingliest, and the look</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of his dark, lofty eye and terrible brow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Might quell the lion. He led on; but thoughts</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Seemed gathering round which troubled him. The veins</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upon his forehead were distinctly seen;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And his proud lip was painfully compressed.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He trod less firmly; and his restless eye</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Glanced forward frequently, as if some ill</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He dared not meet, were there. His home was near;</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And men were thronging, with that strange delight</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They have in human passions, to observe</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The struggle of his feelings with his pride.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He gazed intensely forward. The tall firs</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Before his tent were motionless. The leaves</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of the spiced aloe, and the clustering vines</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which half concealed his threshold, met his eye</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Unchanged and beautiful; and one by one,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The balsam with its sweet-distilling stems,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the Circassian rose, and all the crowd</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of silent and familiar things, stole up</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like the recovered passages of dreams.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He strode on rapidly. A moment more,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And he had reached his home; when lo! there sprang</div> - <div class="verse indent0">One with a bounding footstep, and a brow</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like light, to meet him. Oh! how beautiful!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her dark eye flashing like a sun-lit gem,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And her luxuriant hair—’twas like the sweep</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of a swift wing in visions! He stood still,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As if the sight had withered him. She threw</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her arms about his neck; he heeded not.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She called him ‘Father,’ but he answered not.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She stood and gazed upon him. Was he wroth?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There was no anger in that bloodshot eye.</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Had sickness seized him? She unclasped his helm,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And laid her white hand gently on his brow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the large veins felt stiff and hard like cords.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The touch aroused him. He raised up his hands</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And spoke the name of God in agony.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She knew that he was stricken, then, and rushed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Again into his arms, and with a flood</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of tears she could not bridle, sobbed a prayer</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That he would tell her of his wretchedness.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He told her, and a momentary flush</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shot o’er her countenance; and then the soul</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of Jephthah’s daughter wakened, and she stood</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Calmly and nobly up, and said ‘’Tis well—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And I will die!’</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent16">The sun had well nigh set.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The fire was on the altar, and the priest</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of the High God was there. A wasted man</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was stretching out his withered hands to heaven,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As if he would have prayed, but had no words;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And she who was to die—the calmest one</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In Israel at that hour—stood up alone</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And waited for the sun to set. Her face</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was pale, but very beautiful; her lip</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Had a more delicate outline, and the tint</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was deeper; but her countenance was like</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The majesty of angels!—The sun set,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And she was dead, but not by violence.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</span></p> - -<h3 id="IDLENESS">IDLENESS.</h3> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">It was a leisure day, and I had shut</div> - <div class="verse indent0">My door upon intrusion, and set down</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With a true book to read. My study fire</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Made music to my ear; the placid brow</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of my Madonna, and the shadowy tints</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of an old Flemish picture that I keep,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Might pass for company; and for relief</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To weary eyes, a sweet geranium stood</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In the half shuttered window, breathing out</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Its odors with the pleasant smell of books;</div> - <div class="verse indent0" id="p32-l12">And a soft landscape, given me by one</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who has a noble nature, hung in light,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Serving me as a ground for poetry.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I read a tale of Séville. It was when</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Darkness was over Spain, and Christian hearts</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Were standing out for truth, undauntedly.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The daily light brought martyrdom, and men</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Of a pure life went faithfully to die,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For the rich hope hereafter. There was set</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A scaffold on the ‘golden Guadalquivir;’</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And in the greenest valley of the land,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With its bright shore and water tempting them</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like an affection, did they meekly die.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nobles as just men perished, where their sires</div> - <div class="verse indent0" id="p33-l9">Held the chivalric tournament; and one</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose ancestors had been Castilia’s kings,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Died calmly. He had loved to come alone</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And watch that stealing river, and ’tis told</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That when the axe fell frequently, he went</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ever at evening there, that he might look</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upon its bloody evidence, and nerve</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His spirit to the trial.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent24">’Tis a tale</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of high and manly fortitude, and one</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To elevate the nobler nature. I</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Have told it to defend my idle time,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And prove that a companionship with books</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Betters the spirit, and that gliding back</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upon these by-past histories reveals</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Perfect example, and may teach sometimes,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How noble and how beautiful appears</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The finer temper of humanity.</div> - - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</span></p> -<h3 id="DREAMS">DREAMS.</h3> -</div> - -<hr class="r15" /> -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">‘I know it is dark; and though I have lain</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Awake, as I guess, an hour or twain,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I have not once opened the lids of my eyes,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But I lie in the dark, as a blind man lies.’</div> - <div class="verse indent33"><span class="smcap">Coleridge.</span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> -<hr class="r15" /> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">And what is it to dream? It is to have</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A spiritual being. ’Tis to loose</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Th’ unsleeping mind from matter, and believe</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Miraculous and godlike gifts our own.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It is to touch all nature with the wand</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of faery, and be true and beautiful</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Amid a truer and more beautiful world.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It is to need no contrast that the light</div> - <div class="verse indent0">About us may be visible, and joy</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Mistaken not for sorrow. ’Tis to love</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Dark eyes, and tones like a <i>secondo</i> flute,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And then be irresistible; and living</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In a sweet granite home, to find your love</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The angel that she seemed in poetry.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">And what is it to dream? It is to know</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The talisman of motion, and soar on</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To the high places of the upper air,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like a superior spirit. ’Tis to glide</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Out upon chainless wanderings, unchecked</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By time, or distance, or the circumstance</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of waking reason. ’Tis to weave long years</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of a still, midnight hour, or crowd a life</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Into a glowing moment; and amid</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The measure and the harmony that float</div> - <div class="verse indent0">About us like an element, to find</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ithuriel’s whisper—but a breakfast bell!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">There’s purity in dreams. The passions lie,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With the dull qualities of earth, asleep;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the low interests of life are changed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For the etherial vision. We erase</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Dark feelings with fantastic incident;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And feel cool fingers laid upon the brow</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where the hot flush is burning. We retrace</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All early time in dreams; and hear the low,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Deep cadences of prayer, and press the hand</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That led us to our happy slumbers then.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We look on riper seasons with the eye</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That painted them all sunshine, and forget</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">That we have found them shadows; and we trust</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Life’s broken reed as lightly, and repeat</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Our first young vow as movingly, again.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Such dreams refresh the feelings, like a pure</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And high communion; for the spirit wears</div> - <div class="verse indent0">No fetter of a poor, particular world,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And waits no cold and selfish reasoning,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To measure out its fervor; but goes back</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upon the purer memories, and lives o’er</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The brighter past, alone; and when the heart</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hath buried an affection, it unclothes</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Its image from the drapery of the grave,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And wins it to its olden tenderness.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I’ve read of one in story, who had laid</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His young love in the grave. The seasons came</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And went, like shadows over him, for years;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And then the world grew brighter, and he heard</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A melody in nature’s goings on;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And a sweet cousin’s voice, that tempted him</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Into the sunshine and the air, became</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The music of his happiness, and so</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He married her. One night she was awake,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And gazing on his features as the moon</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shone through the casement on them. A large tear</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Stole from his eye, and as his lips were stirred</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With the low murmur of his dream, she caught</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The name of the departed. He awoke,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And she reproached him tearfully for love</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Kept secret in his heart; and then he kissed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her tears away, and told her that his love</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was faithfully her own, although in dreams</div> - <div class="verse indent0">An angel came to him sometimes, and woke</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A buried thought of one as beautiful.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</span></p> -<h3 id="OCTOBER">OCTOBER.</h3> -</div> - -<hr class="r15" /> -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent16">‘——To the influxes</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of shapes and sounds and shifting elements</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Surrendering the whole spirit.’</div> - <div class="verse indent32"><span class="smcap">Coleridge.</span></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<hr class="r15" /> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Summer has pleasant seasons, and the spring</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Comes gaily on the senses; and ’tis sweet</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To know the places of the shadiest trees,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And hunt the scented violet; but when these</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Have mellowed into autumn, and the flowers</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sleep in their fragrant places, ’tis to me</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A pleasanter and purer time to give</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Close thought to its forgetfulness, and stray</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By the serenest wave and greenest grass.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">October had come in and I went forth</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To breathe an air like June, and feel the nerve</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of the elastic temper which a frost</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Gives to the sunshine. The transparent veil</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of morning’s exhalations had rolled up</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Into white, silvery streakings, and the sky</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Looked perfectly and deeply blue between,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like a fixed element, and birds went up</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And sang invisibly, the heavenly air</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Wooed them above the earth so temptingly.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I never knew the streams so musical,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or saw them half so clear; and for the leaves—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The maples were just turned, and brighter trees</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Were never by the forest pencil drawn.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The hill-sides seemed to slumber, the warm sun</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shone on their slopes so softly; and I knew</div> - <div class="verse indent0">One that was carpeted with moss, and leant</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To the warm south so fitly, you would look</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To find Endymion sleeping. ’Twas indeed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A pleasant place, and when I came to it</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And told her, (did I say I was alone?)</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That it was faery all, and only made</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For her own lovely rest, she laughingly</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Proclaimed herself a queen, and with the leaves</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Bound her transparent temples for a crown,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And bade me kneel, and she would grant my boon</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To half her fairy kingdom.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent30">Could I paint</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her picture then! paint her voluptuous lip,</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">With its sweet curl of pride; the shaded eye</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In its dark liquid lustre; the fair brow</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With its light wandering veins, and raven braid</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Contrasting with its whiteness; the faint blush</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upon her cheek, of maiden modesty,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the rich outline, melting into grace,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of her unmatched proportions; over all,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Could I but make the picture eloquent</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With the deep, reedy music of her tone,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or lend to you the golden leaf which bears</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The sketch within my memory, you would know</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How fairer than the summer, or the spring,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Should the October season seem to me.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</span></p> -<h3 id="BOYHOOD">BOYHOOD.</h3> -</div> - -<hr class="r15" /> -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">‘I was a boy; and she was fair</div> - <div class="verse indent4">As you are when you smile,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And her voice came forth like the summer air,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">With a tone that did beguile,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And her two blue eyes refreshing were</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As two trees on an Indian isle.’</div> - <div class="verse indent36"><span class="smcap">Etonian.</span></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<hr class="r15" /> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">I love fresh feelings—it is so unlike</div> - <div class="verse indent0">This olden world to meet them; and they come</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upon my heart like music so, or like</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Some passage that is new in poetry.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I walked one eve by moonlight. I had seen</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Some fourteen summers, and my cyphering</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was all the thought I had; and as the world</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Had come to me so pleasantly, I took</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A wayward temper for my manual,</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And kept it to the letter. It was now</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A mellow eve of summer, and a girl,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who laughed forever like the birds and had</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Long eyelashes and very dangerous eyes,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was leaning on my arm. I did not know</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I was in love; but it seemed natural</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To think of all she said, and she’d a way</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of coming to one’s dreams; and then her name</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was always in the lesson like a word,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And half the time I studied it. This eve</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We had been very gay, and I had watched</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The deep, half shaded dimple in her cheek,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till I forgot to answer; and as she</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of too much mirth grew serious, I began</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To act the lover playfully. My cap</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was carelessly thrown back, and on my cheek</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I shook some dew for tears, and as she curled</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her lip in mimic scorn, I knelt to her,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And begged for her sweet favor, touchingly.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She answered coldly first, and then relented,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As wiser maids have done; but with a look</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of something so like earnest, that I did</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her hand some violence; and then she blushed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And said I must not tell, but ladies’ lips,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By some, were counted prettier. - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent26">The moon</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shone just as soberly, and I went home</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And kept the secret; but I do not know</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That she would let me touch the seal again.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</span></p> -<h3 id="NIGHT_SKETCHES">NIGHT SKETCHES.</h3> -</div> - -<hr class="r15" /> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent6">‘——Therefore let the moon</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shine on thee in thy solitary walk;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And let the misty mountain winds be free</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To blow against thee: and, in after years,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When these wild ecstacies shall be matured</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Into a sober pleasure, when thy mind</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Thy memory be as a dwelling-place</div> - <div class="verse indent2">If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of tender joy wilt thou remember——.’</div> - <div class="verse indent38"><span class="smcap">Wordsworth.</span></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="r15" /> - -<h4>I.</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">I have been gay tonight. The perfect moon</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is sitting up in heaven, and living stars</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are looking sweetly from the firmament;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All elements that live, and common things</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In earth and sea tonight are beautiful;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And there is stillness, fitting for pure thought,</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And light for waking dreams, and holiness</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like a plain language written on the front</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of this exceeding temple—and yet I</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Have been among the dancers, and have trod</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The measures of a merry instrument.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I knew it as I went; for I was met</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By a pure reach of moonlight that came down</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Between the city walls, and I went back</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A moment to regard its silver brow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And list its gentle lesson; but a sound</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of music and of thrilling voices came</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From the half opened window, and the laugh</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of a remembered girl bewilderingly</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Came over me, and I forgot the moon</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As if I never knew it was in heaven.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">’Tis strange—for I am very happy now</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While leaning in her light, and I could glide</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Most sweetly to the sleep of pleasant dreams</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Beneath her stilly influence—but I know</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That if a voice I think of were to come</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And call me now, my own ungentle name</div> - <div class="verse indent0">(Her melting lip!) would seem more beautiful.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</span></p> - -<h4>II.</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">How secret are the goings on of night!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The moonlight is not heard; and as the leaves</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are touched by slumber, they bow gently down</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Without a rustle, and the stealthy dew</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Comes on them like the spirit of a dream.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The daily heat departs; the unquiet pulse</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of nature grows serener, and the wave</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of motion in all growing things is still,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While coolness circulates unheard, and rest</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Steals like a feeling on the animal world.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">So still art thou, O night! and yet thy voice</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hath many tones to listen, and it tells</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To my unquiet wakefulness, how deep</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The wisdom that has fashioned thee so well—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A beautiful and fitting time of rest.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<h4>III.</h4> - -<p class="center">MIDNIGHT ON THE ST LAWRENCE.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Give me my cloak! It is no night for sleep,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And I will wear a vigil with the stars</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Until the break of morning. What a scene!</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">The orient is all molten with the light</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of a perfected moon, and in the west</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The deep blue tints look cool, and every star</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is drawn distinctly on the sheet of heaven.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The winds are wholly still, and as we pass,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Breaking the shadows of the many trees</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That sleep upon the margin, or go in</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Among the graceful windings of the stream,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We seem like wizards, turning into waves</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The very sky—it sleeps so perfectly.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The vesper bells are hushed, but I can see</div> - <div class="verse indent0" id="p47-l12">The glitter of the steeples on the hills</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That swell up from the shore, and heavenly</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As is the face of nature, they come in</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Among her features like a pleasant smile,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The thought of worship is so beautiful.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Swiftly, yet gently on! How human things</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are sometimes like a witching vision, fair!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And how the cunning of diviner skill</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Can mingle up the elements, to make</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A fallen world like heaven! I am made</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Subject to ills, and erringly at best</div> - <div class="verse indent0">May use my faculties; but I am here</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With God’s best work about me, and a mind</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Humbly, but purely to the harmonies</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of nature tuned, the only looker on</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In all this lovely paradise of light.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Blessed we sometimes are! and I am now</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Happy in quiet feelings; for the tones</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of a most pleasant company of friends</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Were in my ear but now, and gentle thoughts</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From spirits whose high character I know,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Were spoken at the rising of the moon,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And I retain their influence, as the air</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Retains the softness of departed day.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And so I should be happy; and while joy</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is with me, I will bless my company</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of sleeping friends, and if their eyes should rest</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upon this page hereafter, they will know</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That in the history of my lonely hours</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Some gentler passages were writ by them.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</span></p> -<h3 id="TWILIGHT">TWILIGHT.</h3> -</div> - -<hr class="r15" /> -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent14">‘——When the fretful stir</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Unprofitable, and the fever of the world</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.’</div> - <div class="verse indent28"><span class="smcap">Wordsworth.</span></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<hr class="r15" /> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">O twilight hour! who art so very cool</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And balmy in the summer eventide,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With thy rich breathing quieting the winds,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the uneasy waters; twilight hour!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose mantle is the drapery of dreams,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And who hast ever been in poetry</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Life’s holy time; thou who wert wont to steal</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upon us, as thy sandals were of dew!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How sadly comes the rustle of thy step,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In the decaying season of the year!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">My early fire is low, and hurrying feet</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In the short pauses of the wind go by,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the unquiet leaves, that sighingly</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Obey its gusty summons and sweep on,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Seem mourning for the green and pleasant trees;</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And the clouds wear sad colors, and I feel</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As there were nothing in this fading world,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That is not cold and sorrowful like this.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thus is it with a spirit not at ease.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It turns no eye within; but, as it were</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The mirror of the world’s poor circumstance,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It takes its hue from nature, as if earth</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With its discordant elements could tune</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The delicate harmonies of human mind.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We have within us fountains, and they flow</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With fancy to create the beautiful,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And thought to search out knowledge, and deep love</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To link us to society; light mirth</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To gladden, and kind sympathies to shade</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The spirit; and yet many will go out</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With a sealed bosom wandering the world,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To satisfy a thirst for happiness.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How strange it is, that when the principle</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of light is living in us, we should shut</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Its emanations in, and darkly stray</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To catch a beam from nature, like a star</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That should forget its glory and go out,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Because the moon was shining not in heaven!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</span></p> -<h3 id="DAWN">DAWN.</h3> -</div> - - -<hr class="r15" /> -<div class="blockquot"> -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">‘<i>That</i> line I learned not in the old sad song.’</div> - <div class="verse right"><span class="smcap">Charles Lamb.</span></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<hr class="r15" /> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Throw up the window! ’Tis a morn for life</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In its most subtle luxury. The air</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is like a breathing from a rarer world;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the south wind seems liquid—it o’ersteals</div> - <div class="verse indent0">My bosom and my brow so bathingly.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It has come over gardens, and the flowers</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That kissed it are betrayed; for as it parts</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With its invisible fingers my loose hair,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I know it has been trifling with the rose,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And stooping to the violet. There is joy</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For all God’s creatures in it. The wet leaves</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are stirring at its touch, and birds are singing</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As if to breathe were music, and the grass</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sends up its modest odor with the dew,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like the small tribute of humility.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Lovely indeed is morning! I have drank</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Its fragrance and its freshness, and have felt</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Its delicate touch, and ’tis a kindlier thing</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Than music, or a feast, or medicine.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I had awoke from an unpleasant dream,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And light was welcome to me. I looked out</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To feel the common air, and when the breath</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of the delicious morning met my brow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Cooling its fever, and the pleasant sun</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Shone on familiar objects, it was like</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The feeling of the captive who comes forth</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From darkness to the cheerful light of day.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh! could we wake from sorrow! Were it all</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A troubled dream like this, to cast aside</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like an untimely garment with the morn!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Could the long fever of the heart be cooled</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By a sweet breath from nature, or the gloom</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of a bereaved affection pass away</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With looking on the lively tint of flowers—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How lightly were the spirit reconciled</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To make this beautiful, bright world its home!</div> - - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</span></p> -<h3 id="SCRAPS_FROM_A_JOURNAL">SCRAPS FROM A JOURNAL.</h3> -</div> - -<h4>I.</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">My heart is like a sleeping lake</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Which takes the hue of cloud and sky,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And only feels its surface break</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When birds of passage wander by,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who dip their wings and upward soar,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And leave it quiet as before.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Thus change comes on me. If the light</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of the gay sun is drank by clouds,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And dulness sleeps upon the bright,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Clear garniture whose greenness shrouds</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The naked nature; if the creep</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of lazy rain-clouds tells alone</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Earth does not on its axle sleep,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And winds go over with a moan</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like birds wing-broken; if the sea</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Looks like an agitated pall,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And sullied foam heaves mournfully,</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">And pitches from the dull green wall</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of waters; if the wild fowl rise</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From the cold ocean with a plash,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And heavily wheel up the skies,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As if they would forget the dash</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of billows, and could pass away</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From earthly sorrows as from earth;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If not one shorn, but sunny ray,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Leaps out like a stray thought of mirth;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If heaven looks sad, and seas look dull,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And nature’s beauty is a blank—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I feel as if my heart were full</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of waters from oblivion drank;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For I forget, like flowers, the hue</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of beauty, without sun and dew.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">But a bright morning—when the lark</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Is painted on the light blue sky,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And vapors rest upon the dark,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Deep pools of ebony that lie</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In the hill shadows; when the leaves</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Are stirring with the scented air,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the bright drops that evening weaves</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Like diamonds in the wavy hair</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of nature, glisten; when the wing</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Of the light wind is but a shrine</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On which the lowliest flower may fling</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Its gift of odors; when the vine</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hath lifted its coarse leaf to show</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Its azure clusters to the sun,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And quickened by his amorous glow,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The curling shoots stir one by one;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When every fibre, blade, and stem</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That lifteth to the arch of blue,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is jewelled with its droplet gem,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And every bathed and dainty hue</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hath a clear April freshness; when</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The birds go caroling like streams</div> - <div class="verse indent0">O’er pebbly courses, and the glen</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Reechoes patiently the themes</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A thousand summers and their birds</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Have given in those very words;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When every nerve is nobly strung,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And leaping pulses swiftly pass,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And care is from the spirit flung</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like rain-drops from the swaying grass—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I feel as if my spirit took</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From nature a new gift of sight,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And I could read her living book</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By perfect and immediate light,</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And knew, as angels know, how broad</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is the benevolence of God.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<h4>II.</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">It is a glorious morning. Storm</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hath left no traces, and the warm,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Rich sunshine cometh like a strain</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of parted music, back again.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The trees are bare, but like a true</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And changeless friend, the sun shines through,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And round the sad and fallen leaves</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His mesh of light he softly weaves.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I see and feel how very fair</div> - <div class="verse indent0">This summer sun, and breezes are;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I see the white, thin vapors wreathed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">About the hills as if they breathed;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I see the sky’s pure, delicate blue,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like a soft eye which melts me through,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And I’ve remembered the sweet eyes</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I likened to those gentle skies,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And gazed this hour as if their look</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Were written in that azure book,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the long echo came but now</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of my hot speech and silly vow.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I cannot wander; but I know</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">How earth’s deep voices softly flow;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I know how light the waters run</div> - <div class="verse indent0">O’er the sere grass and fretful stone;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I know how fountains leap, how still</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The winds creep over lake and hill;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The Autumn birds, the last leaf-fall,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The morn’s sweet breath—I know them all.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I know them all—and yet my feet</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are not where singing waters meet;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">My books are for the running streams,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And stupid schoolmen for the dreams</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of gentle spirits; I am tied</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While nature joyeth like a bride;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Chained down to reason on the cool,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Dull precepts of a skeptic’s rule,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While beauty over earth and sea</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is gushing as a fount let free.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">It hath its lesson. Beautiful things</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are given like retreating wings;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Not to be gathered, never won,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But sent to lead the spirit on;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Winning the upward eye of prayer,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As ’twere a finger pointing there,</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Till we have followed to the sky</div> - <div class="verse indent0">An angel, imperceptibly.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<h4>III.</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">It is a holy night. The moon</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hath made it like a gentler noon,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And every deep and starry eye</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is waking in the summer sky,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As if its light were made alone</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For restless hearts to gaze upon.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There are no voices, and the stir</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of the soft south goes lightlier</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Among the branches, and the deep,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Felt stillness of a world asleep,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is on my spirit like the touch</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of a sweet friend who loveth much.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I’ve left my books. I cannot damp</div> - <div class="verse indent0">My heart beside a weary lamp</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While heaven is set with stars, and I</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Am not to sit down quietly,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And on a musty altar fling</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The birthright of a glorious wing.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Reason who will; while skies of June</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are molten by this silent moon,</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">While flowers have breath, and voices creep</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From running brook and fountain-leap,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While any thing is left to love</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In this fair earth and heaven above,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I would not wear a fettered limb</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To make Chaldea’s wisdom dim.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Why, what is duty? Sky and sea,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thou promised heaven! are types of thee;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The earth is like a flowing cup</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of perfect beauty mingled up;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The very elements of heaven,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Life, light, and music, freely given;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The world an Eden, and we thirst</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For every voice and fountain-burst;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And yet, we’re told, at duty’s call</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We must forego—forget them all!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">How has the foot of nature trod</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The pathway of a perfect God,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">How are the springs of earnest thought</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With his diviner cunning wrought,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If all that makes us feel our fate</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Not altogether desolate—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">This burning love for beautiful things,</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Is sealed among forbidden springs,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And we must throw a gift of fire</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Aside like a neglected lyre?</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</span></p> -<h3 id="BETTER_MOMENTS">BETTER MOMENTS.</h3> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">My mother’s voice! how often creeps</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Its cadence on my lonely hours,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like healing sent on wings of sleep,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Or dew to the unconscious flowers!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">I can forget her melting prayer</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While leaping pulses madly fly;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But in the still unbroken air,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Her gentle tone comes stealing by,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And years, and sin, and manhood flee,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And leave me at my mother’s knee.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The book of nature, and the print</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of beauty on the whispering sea,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Give aye to me some lineament</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of what I have been taught to be.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">My heart is harder, and perhaps</div> - <div class="verse indent2">My manliness hath drunk up tears,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And there’s a mildew in the lapse</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Of a few miserable years—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But nature’s book is even yet</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With all my mother’s lessons writ.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">I have been out at eventide</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Beneath a moonlight sky of spring,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When earth was garnished like a bride,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And night had on her silver wing;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When bursting leaves and diamond grass,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And waters leaping to the light,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And all that makes the pulses pass</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With wilder fleetness, thronged the night—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When all was beauty—then have I,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With friends on whom my love is flung</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like myrrh on winds of Araby,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Gazed up where evening’s lamp is hung,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And when the beautiful spirit there</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Flung over me its golden chain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">My mother’s voice came on the air</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Like the light dropping of the rain,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And resting on some silver star</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The spirit of a bended knee,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I’ve poured her low and fervent prayer</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That our eternity might be</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">To rise in heaven like stars at night,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And tread a living path of light!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">I have been on the dewy hills</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When night was stealing from the dawn,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And mist was on the waking rills,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And tints were delicately drawn</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In the gray east; when birds were waking</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With a low murmur in the trees,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And melody by fits was breaking</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Upon the whisper of the breeze—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And this when I was forth, perchance,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As a worn reveller from the dance!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And when the sun sprang gloriously</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And freely up, and hill and river</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Were catching upon wave and tree</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The arrows from his subtle quiver—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I say a voice has thrilled me then,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Heard on the still and rushing light,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Or creeping from the silent glen,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like words from the departing night—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Hath stricken me, and I have pressed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On the wet grass my fevered brow,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And pouring forth the earliest,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">First prayer with which I learned to bow,</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Have felt my mother’s spirit rush</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upon me as in by-past years,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And yielding to the blessed gush</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of my ungovernable tears,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Have risen up—the gay, the wild—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As humble as a very child!</div> - - - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</span></p> -<h3 id="THE_HINDOO_MOTHER">THE HINDOO MOTHER.</h3> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">It was a gentle eve in Hindoostan.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The rains were past, and the delighted earth</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was beautiful once more, and glittering leaves</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Were lifting lightly on their beaten stems,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And glancing to the pure, transparent sky,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like a pleased infant smiling through its tears.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Clouds lingered in the west, and tints were drawn</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By sunset fingers on their skirts of gold,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And they were floating as serenely there,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As if the children of the restless storm</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Could sleep upon the azure floor of heaven.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Deep ran the holy Ganges, for the rain</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Had swollen it from Thibet to the sea.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Its flow was turbid; and, as if the winds</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Were not forgotten by the multitude</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of its strange waters, they were leaping up,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And with a wonderous glory gathering</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The mantle of the sunset over them.</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">How frequently these living passages</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of nature’s book are opened, and how few</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are the high hearts that know them, and can feel</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their eloquence and beauty!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent28">Meina stood</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upon the breathing carpet of the shore,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Gazing on sky and river. There was much</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In the dark features of the young Hindoo,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That should have won a gentler history.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She had the Eastern eye, with its dark fringe</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And shadowy depth of lustre; but, beyond</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The elements of beauty, there was writ</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A something that the wounded roe would trust</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For shelter from its hunters. Her closed lips</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Were delicate as the tinted pencilling</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of veins upon a flower; and on her cheek</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The timid blood had faintly melted through,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like something that was half afraid of light.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There was no slighter print upon the grass</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Than her elastic step; and in her frame</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There was a perfect symmetry, that seemed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Aerial as a bird’s. It was the hour</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For worship in her land; and she had come,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With the religion of a high, pure heart,</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">To bow herself in prayer. A darker mind</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Might pray at such an hour; but she had caught</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The spirit of the scene; and, as her eye</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Followed the coursing of the golden waves,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or rested on the clouds that slept above,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like isles upon the bosom of the sea,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her soul was swept to music like a harp,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And she knelt down in her deep blessedness</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To worship the High Maker. As she prayed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her beautiful young boy—a very dream,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As he might be, of infant loveliness,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With his dark hair upon the summer wind,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the sweet laugh of a delighted child</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like music on his lips—came leaping by,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, flinging a light wreath upon her brow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sprang onward like a bounding antelope.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She turned a moment—might she not, for him?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Him, whom she cradled in the whispering tree,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And gathered to her bosom in the hush</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of the still night?—to know if he was there.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Twas but a moment, and she bowed again;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, as the murmur of her silver tone</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Stole out upon the wind, her images</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of majesty came back, and she was filled,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like a deep channel by the whirlwind swept,</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Again with the rich rushing of her prayer.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The shadows of the stealthy evening came</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Silently on; but she was up, in thought,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Among the crystal palaces of light;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And a still prompting came to her, to pray</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That the poor spirit of a passing world,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With all its fond, but frail idolatries,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Might on the altar of her God be flung.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She breathed it, and along the holy shore</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She heard the whisper of the waters creep:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">‘Thine is the victory, Meina!’—Was it won?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Won in its cold, bereaving cruelty?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Won from the pride of woman? from her love?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Won from thy boy! young mother? No! oh, no!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She had forgotten him! He was too young,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Too purely, beautifully young, to die!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And then the waves repeated to the shore,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the light echo heard it: ‘Give him up!’</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And Meina heard it: ‘Give him to thy God!’</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the strong heart arose! One arrowy pulse</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of an acuter agony than death;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">One fearful shiver at the searching thrill,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And she had won—aye, with her glorious boy</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upon her very breast—the victory!</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh! let the erring oftener be forgiven,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That, in the shadowy twilight of the mind,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">They stray a little from the perfect way!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If there is evidence in silent leaves,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the still waters, of a present God,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And all who hear not messages of grace,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Must gather from its dim and hidden words</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their better solaces; remember ye</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who reckon lightly of the poor Hindoo,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That, in the scattering of the leaves of life,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His page was written more imperfectly.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The beautiful sun arose, and there was not</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A stain upon the sky; the virgin blue</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was delicate as light; and, as the east</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Eclipsed night’s pale and starry jewelry,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The pure intensity of noon stole on,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like the soft deepening of a northern eye.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">‘Come! my own glorious boy!’ and forth he sprang,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As he had been created of the morn</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A spirit and an element of light.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">‘Come! Come!’ and he was bounding airily</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Beside his stately mother, laughing out</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His lisping prattle of the promised boat,</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">As if her words had been in playfulness,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">‘That the bright waves should float him on to heaven.’</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The morning mist stole up, as Meina knelt</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To offer him to God. Her eyes were dim;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But her fine forehead, and her calm, still lip,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Were fearfully subdued; and as the cloud</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which clothes the lightning slumbers, so they slept.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her soul was in its strength. She held her boy</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upon her bosom, till she felt the throb</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of his warm pulses numbered on her heart,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And her low, leaden cadences, kept on!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His silken hair, as delicately soft</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As the light wind that stirred it, floated up,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As if to plead at her transparent cheek;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But she had wooed its kisses till it came</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To be a fond idolatry, and now</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She nerved her as the strong heart answered it.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the low words broke severally on,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Distinctly as a common orison!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There is a period in the wreck of hopes</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By the affections garnered, calmer far</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Than an untried serenity. It comes</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With the stern conflict ever, and awaits</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The passage of that hour, as if the soul</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Were girded, and had championed suffering;</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And it is strange, how a weak human heart</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Will thus be quiet like a hushing storm,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And, with a fetter on its pulses, wait</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To measure spirits for the mastery!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The low ‘Amen!’ died on the silent air,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And Meina’s heart was ready. The young boy</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sprang joyously away, as if her arms</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Had prisoned him too long; and, as he saw</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The painted boat heave lightly to the swell</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upon the reedy shore, and caught the breath</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of her wreathed helm of flowers, he gave a shout,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In his impatient gladness, and away,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like a warm vision of aerial birth,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He bounded to implore that she would come.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Calmly and steadily came Meina on,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Led by her victim boy. The boat was there</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Among the tall wet reeds, and she went in</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And scanned its light frame over, and arranged</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Its mimic ornaments; and then again,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When she had seen it all, and he had grown</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Impatient, she began to note once more</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The frailties in its lightly plaited reeds,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As if she did not know that it was meant</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To kill. It is a wonderful effect</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Of nature in the heart, that in the strength</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of a mistaken duty, it will turn,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And almost trifle with its tenderness,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As if it half misgave that all was wrong.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">‘Come!’ and he sprang into his mother’s arms</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With a light leap, and, scarcely faltering</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In his gay laugh, he looked into her face,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And in a tone of fondness whispered her,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">‘Will the boat bear, dear mother?’ She had quelled</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her feelings until now; had nerved herself</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To the light grace with which he bounded by;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Had heard his voice, and looked upon his hair</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In its light, breezy floatings, and had shut</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her heart up, with an iron thought, to all.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But this one doubt, half sadness as it came</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From his delighted lips, and with his look</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of childlike and appealing confidence,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was keener than a mother’s heart could bear!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She bowed her head, and struggled, as if life</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Were bursting from its seal; and, as the thought</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Rushed over her to take her idol back,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And keep him for her God, he murmured low,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">‘And are you sure, my mother?’—‘No! my son!’</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the strong tide of nature gathered back</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">With a resistless energy. She clasped</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her boy convulsively, and he had lived</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To quicken, in its gifted elements,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The radiant spirit written on his brow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But a high strengthening she knew not of,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Awakened her, and pressing down her lips</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In a long fervent kiss upon his cheek,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She hushed him into peace, and lifting up</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her face to heaven, she breathed the name of God,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And laid him down—for ever!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent28">The light bark</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Went smoothly with the tide, and floated on</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till his dark eye was scarcely visible.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On, and yet on, she bounded! The bright waves</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Seemed playful in their leaping joyousness,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the curled ripple feathered at the prow</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like a glad thing of life. Had death grown slow?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or were the waters ‘stayed,’ that they should keep</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Their cold embraces from him? On, still on,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With her quick undulations! Hope revived</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In the sick heart of Meina, and she rose</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To gaze more keenly forward. He was there,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And his small arms were lifted; and she thought</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That, as he tossed them upward, she could hear</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">A cadence of his sweet and silvery voice</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like a delighted shouting. It died off,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And then again she heard it. Was it joy</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That broke upon her ear? oh! was there joy</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In that long cry, thou mother? Hark to it!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’Tis like the arrowy piercing of the wind!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He moveth, and she bade him to be still!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He riseth! ’tis his boyish restlessness!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Look, Meina! Does he dash his little hands,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In mirth, upon the waters? Hark! once more!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">‘Mother!’ He calls thee! Is thy child afraid?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Again! How very fearfully it comes!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">‘Help! Mother!’ ’Tis a cry of agony!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He sinks! Fly! Fly! he calls to thee! Oh fly!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">‘Mother!’ God help thee! Dost thou see him now?</div> - - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</span></p> -<h3 id="WAITING_FOR_THE_HARVESTERS">WAITING FOR THE HARVESTERS.</h3> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">And there she sat in ripened loveliness,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">An English mother; joying in her babes,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose life was bright before her, and whose lips</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Were breaking into language, with the sweet</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And loving sentences they learn so soon.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Her face was very beautiful, and mirth</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was native on her lip; but ever now</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As a sweet tone delighted her, the smile</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Went melting into sadness, and the lash</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Drooped gently to her eye, as if it knew</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Affection was too chaste a thing for mirth.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It was the time for harvest, and she sat</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Awaiting one. A breath of scented hay</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Was in the air, and from the distance came</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The noise of sickles, and the voices sent</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Out on the stillness of the quiet morn;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the low waters, coming like the strain</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of a pervading melody, stole in,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And made all music! ’Twas a holiness</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Of nature’s making, and I lifted up</div> - <div class="verse indent0">My heart to Heaven, and in my gladness prayed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That if a heart were sad, or if a tear</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Were living upon earth, it might be theirs</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To go abroad in nature, and to see</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A mother and her gentle babes like these.</div> - - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="FUGITIVE_PIECES">FUGITIVE PIECES.</h2> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</span></p> -<h3 id="THE_SOLDIERS_WIDOW">THE SOLDIER’S WIDOW.</h3> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">Wo! for my vine-clad home!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That it should ever be so dark to me,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With its bright threshold, and its whispering tree!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">That I should ever come,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Fearing the lonely echo of a tread,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Beneath the roof-tree of my glorious dead!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">Lead on! my orphan boy!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thy home is not so desolate to thee,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the low shiver in the linden tree</div> - <div class="verse indent4">May bring to thee a joy;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But, oh! how dark is the bright home before thee,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To her who with a joyous spirit bore thee!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">Lead on! for thou art now</div> - <div class="verse indent0">My sole remaining helper. God hath spoken,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the strong heart I leaned upon is broken;</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And I have seen his brow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The forehead of my upright one, and just,</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Trod by the hoof of battle to the dust.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">He will not meet thee there</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who blest thee at the eventide, my son!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And when the shadows of the night steal on,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">He will not call to prayer.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The lips that melted, giving thee to God,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are in the icy keeping of the sod!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">Aye, my own boy! thy sire</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is with the sleepers of the valley cast,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the proud glory of my life hath past,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">With his high glance of fire.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Wo! that the linden and the vine should bloom,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And a just man be gathered to the tomb!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">Why, bear them proudly, boy!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It is the sword he girded to his thigh,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It is the helm he wore in victory!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And shall we have no joy?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For thy green vales, O Switzerland, he died!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I will forget my sorrow—in my pride!</div> - - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</span></p> -<h3 id="THE_BURIAL_OF_ARNOLD">THE BURIAL OF ARNOLD,</h3> -</div> - -<p class="center">MEMBER OF THE SENIOR CLASS OF YALE COLLEGE.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Ye’ve gathered to your place of prayer</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With slow and measured tread;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your ranks are full, your mates all there;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But the soul of one has fled.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He was the proudest in his strength,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The manliest of ye all;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Why lies he at that fearful length,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And ye around his pall?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Ye reckon it in days since he</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Strode up that foot-worn aisle,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With his dark eye flashing vividly,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And his lip wreathed with a smile.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Oh! had it been but told you then</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To mark whose lamp was dim,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">From out yon rank of fresh-lipped men,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Would ye have singled him?</div> - - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose was the sinewy arm which flung</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Defiance to the ring?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose laugh of victory loudest rung,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Yet not for glorying?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose heart, in generous deed and thought,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">No rivalry might brook,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And yet distinction claiming not?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">There lies he; go and look!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">On now! his requiem is done;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The last deep prayer is said.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On to his burial, comrades! on,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With the noblest of the dead!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Slow! for it presses heavily;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">It is a man ye bear!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Slow! for our thoughts dwell wearily</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On the noble sleeper there.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Tread lightly, comrades! we have laid</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His dark locks on his brow</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Like life, save deeper light and shade;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We’ll not disturb them now.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Tread lightly; for ’tis beautiful,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That blue-veined eyelid’s sleep,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hiding the eye death left so dull;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Its slumber we will keep.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Rest now! his journeying is done;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Your feet are on his sod.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Death’s chain is on your champion;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Here waiteth he his God!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Aye, turn and weep! ’tis manliness</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To be heart-broken here;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For the grave of earth’s best nobleness</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Is watered by the tear.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</span></p> -<h3 id="TO_LAURA_W_mdash">TO LAURA W——,</h3> -</div> - -<p class="center">TWO YEARS OF AGE.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Bright be the skies that cover thee,</div> - <div class="verse indent2" id="p84-l4">Child of the sunny brow!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Bright as the dream flung over thee,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By all that meets thee now.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thy heart is beating joyously,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Thy voice is like a bird’s,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And sweetly breaks the melody</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of thy imperfect words.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I know no fount that gushes out,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">As gladly as thy tiny shout.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Thy coral lip is pencilled well,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Thy cheek is deeply dyed;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thine eye might shame the fleet gazelle,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In all his desert pride;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thy fairy foot’s uncertain step,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Thy light bewitching grace,</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">The smile that curls thy sleeping lip,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And lights thy radiant face;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Have made a gift of beauty up</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Too fair to taste life’s tainted cup.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">I would that thou mightst ever be</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As beautiful as now;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That time might ever leave us free</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Thy yet unwritten brow!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I would life were all poetry</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To gentle measures set,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That nought but chastened melody,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Might dim thine eye of jet,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor one discordant note be spoken,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Till God the cunning harp hath broken.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">I would—but deeper things than these</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With woman’s lot are wove;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Wrought of intenser sympathies,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And nerved by purer love.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By the strong spirit’s discipline,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By the fierce wrong forgiven,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By all that wrings the heart of sin,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Is woman won to heaven.</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">‘Her lot is on thee,’ lovely child!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">God keep thy spirit undefiled!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">I fear thy gentle loveliness,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Thy witching tone and air,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thine eye’s beseeching earnestness,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">May be to thee a snare.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For silver stars may purely shine,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The waters taintless flow;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But they who kneel at woman’s shrine,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Breathe on it as they bow.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ye may fling back the gift again,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But the crushed flower will leave a stain.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">What shall preserve thee, beautiful child!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Keep thee, as thou art now?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Bring thee, a spirit undefiled,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">At God’s pure throne to bow?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The world is but a broken reed,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And life grows early dim—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who shall be near thee in thy need,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To lead thee up, to Him?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He who himself was ‘undefiled’—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With Him we trust thee, beautiful child!</div> - - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</span></p> -<h3 id="SONNET">SONNET.</h3> -<p class="center">TO A PICTURE OF ‘GENEVIEVE,’ BY ALEXANDER.</p> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Thine is a face to look upon and pray</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That a pure spirit keep thee. I would meet</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With one so gentle by the streams away,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Living with nature; keeping thy pure feet</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For the unfingered moss, and for the grass</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Which leaneth where the gentle waters pass.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The autumn leaves should sigh thee to thy sleep,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the capricious April, coming on,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Awake thee like a flower, and stars should keep</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A vigil o’er thee like Endymion;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And thou for very gentleness shouldst weep,</div> - <div class="verse indent0" id="p87-l14">As dew of the night’s quietness comes down.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I’ve praised thee, Genevieve! A dream of mine</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Hath just such dark and shaded eyes as thine.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</span></p> -<h3>SONNET.</h3> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">I have been gazing on thee, Genevieve,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And musing, in my love, if thou must die;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And I have thought it were not well to grieve</div> - <div class="verse indent2">At thy most delicate frame and lustrous eye;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For as a harp is broken, when the finger</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That knew its cunning hath forgot to play,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thou wouldst not, for that frail confinement, linger,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When it was time for thee to pass away;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And therefore am I glad, that when my heart</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To thy enquiring tenderness is hushed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And thine endearments from mine eyes depart,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">’Twill be enough for thee that life hath gushed,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Gently to loose the silver cord, and die,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And with me in my place of slumber lie.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</span></p> -<h3>SONNET.</h3> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">I care not that the world, when I am dead,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Remember me; I care not that they come</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To see the place where I shall lay my head,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Or praise me with low voices at my tomb;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I would not even a recording stone</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Should tell them what I was—when I am gone.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">There are a few who love me—whom I love—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Gentle and gifted spirits, who would weep,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But not that I had found a rest above,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And in their hearts my trifling virtues keep;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And one, whom I have folded like a dove</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In my affections, would lie down and sleep</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Softly beside me—and I should not care,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That any one should know that I was there.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</span></p> -<h3 id="EXTRACT">EXTRACT FROM A POEM</h3> -</div> - -<p class="center allsmcap">DELIVERED AT THE DEPARTURE OF THE SENIOR CLASS OF -YALE COLLEGE, IN 1826.</p> - -<hr class="r5" /> -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">We shall go forth together. There will come</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Alike the day of trial unto all,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the rude world will buffet us alike.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Temptation hath a music for all ears;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And mad ambition trumpeteth to all;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the ungovernable thought within,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Will be in every bosom eloquent;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But when the silence and the calm come on,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the high seal of character is set,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We shall not all be similar. The scale</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of being is a graduated thing;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And deeper than the vanities of power,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Or the vain pomp of glory, there is writ</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Gradation, in its hidden characters.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The pathway to the grave may be the same,</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And the proud man shall tread it, and the low,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With his bowed head, shall bear him company.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Decay will make no difference, and death</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With his cold hand shall make no difference;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And there will be no precedence of power,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In waking at the coming trump of God;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But in the temper of the invisible mind,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The godlike and undying intellect,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There are distinctions that will live in heaven,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When time is a forgotten circumstance!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The elevated brow of kings will lose</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The impress of regalia, and the slave</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Will wear his immortality as free,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Beside the chrystal waters; but the depth</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of glory in the attributes of God,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Will measure the capacities of mind;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And as the angels differ, will the ken</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of gifted spirits glorify him more.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It is life’s mystery. The soul of man</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Createth its own destiny of power;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And as the trial is intenser here,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">His being hath a nobler strength in heaven.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">What is its earthly victory? Press on!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For it hath tempted angels. Yet press on!</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">For it shall make you mighty among men;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And from the eyrie of your eagle thought,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ye shall look down on monarchs. Oh! press on!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For the high ones and powerful shall come</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To do you reverence; and the beautiful</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Will know the purer language of your brow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And read it like a talisman of love!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Press on! for it is godlike to unloose</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The spirit, and forget yourself in thought;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Bending a pinion for the deeper sky,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And in the very fetters of your flesh,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Mating with the pure essences of heaven!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Press on!—‘for in the grave there is no work,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And no device.’—Press on! while yet ye may!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">So lives the soul of man. It is the thirst</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of his immortal nature; and he rends</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The rock for secret fountains, and pursues</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The path of the illimitable wind</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For mysteries—and this is human pride!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There is a gentler element, and man</div> - <div class="verse indent0">May breathe it with a calm, unruffled soul,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And drink its living waters till his heart</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Is pure—and this is human happiness!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Its secret and its evidence are writ</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">In the broad book of nature. ’Tis to have</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Attentive and believing faculties;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To go abroad rejoicing in the joy</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of beautiful and well created things;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To love the voice of waters, and the sheen</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of silver fountains leaping to the sea;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To thrill with the rich melody of birds,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Living their life of music; to be glad</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In the gay sunshine, reverent in the storm;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To see a beauty in the stirring leaf,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And find calm thoughts beneath the whispering tree;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To see, and hear, and breathe the evidence</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of God’s deep wisdom in the natural world!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It is to linger on ‘the magic face</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of human beauty,’ and from light and shade</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Alike to draw a lesson; ’tis to love</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The cadences of voices that are tuned</div> - <div class="verse indent0">By majesty and purity of thought;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To gaze on woman’s beauty, as a star</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose purity and distance make it fair;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And in the gush of music to be still,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And feel that it has purified the heart!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It is to love all virtue for itself,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">All nature for its breathing evidence;</div> - <span class="pagenum" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">And when the eye hath seen, and when the ear</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hath drunk the beautiful harmony of the world,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It is to humble the imperfect mind,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And lean the broken spirit upon God!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Thus would I, at this parting hour, be true</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To the great moral of a passing world.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thus would I—like a just departing child,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who lingers on the threshold of his home—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Remember the best lesson of the lips</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Whose accents shall be with us now, no more!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It is the gift of sorrow to be pure;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And I would press the lesson; that when life</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Hath half become a weariness, and hope</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thirsts for serener waters, go abroad</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Upon the paths of nature, and when all</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Its voices whisper, and its silent things</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are breathing the deep beauty of the world,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Kneel at its simple altar, and the God</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who hath the living waters, shall be there!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<hr class="r5" /> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</span></p> -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="Notes">NOTES.</h2> -</div> - -<h3><span class="allsmcap"> -<a href="#p32-l12">PAGE 32, LINES 12 and 13.</a> -</span></h3> -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0"><i>‘And a soft landscape given me by one</i></div> - <div class="verse indent0"><i>Who has a noble nature.’</i></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p>The gentleman who gave me the picture of ‘Stirling Castle’ will -not be surprised that so pleasant a gift holds a place in my memory.</p> - -<h3><span class="allsmcap"> -<a href="#p33-l9">PAGE 33, LINES 9 and 10.</a></span></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent30"><i>‘one</i></div> - <div class="verse indent0"><i>Whose ancestors had been Castilia’s kings.’</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>This striking anecdote is related of Ponce de Leon, in, I think, -‘A Visit to Spain,’ by Michael Quin.</p> - -<h3><span class="allsmcap"> -<a href="#p47-l12">PAGE 47, LINE 12.</a></span></h3> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<p class="center"><i>‘The glitter of the steeples on the hills.’</i></p> -</div> - -<p>Every one who has made the passage of the St Lawrence, will -remember the beautiful effect of the steeples on the shore. Occupying -almost every swell on the low interval, and tiled universally with -tin, they glisten in the moonlight like turrets of silver. It is even in -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</span> -that majestic scenery an impressive and delightful feature.</p> - -<h3><span class="allsmcap"> -<a href="#p84-l4">PAGE 84, LINE 4.</a></span></h3> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<p class="center"><i>‘Child of the sunny brow.’</i></p> -</div> - -<p>Perhaps my book will be forgotten before the child, to whom these -lines are addressed, is old enough to understand them; but even if it -is not, there is little harm in saying that she is at this time the most -beautiful human being I ever saw. Her ‘thousand winning ways’ -and graceful motion are before me now like a sweet dream, and I -shall never forget them. 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