Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Hence, viper thoughts, that coil Deep is the air and dark, substantial, around my mind, Reality's dark dream! I turn from you, and listen to the wind, Thou actor, perfect in all tragic sounds! Thou mighty poet, e'en to frenzy bold! black, Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet ? God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God! God! sing ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God! Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost! Ye wild goats sporting round the eagle's nest! Ye eagles, play-mates of the mountain storm! Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the clouds! Ye signs and wonders of the elements! Utter forth God, and fill the hills with praise! Thou too, hoar mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast Thou too again, stupendous mountain! thou That as I raise my head, awhile bowed low In adoration, upward from thy base Slow travelling with dim eyes suffused with tears, Solemnly seemest, like a vapory cloud, To rise before me- Rise, O ever rise, Rise like a cloud of incense, from the earth! Thou kingly spirit throned among the hills, YOUTH AND AGE. Thou dread ambassador from Earth | VERSE, a breeze, mid blossoms stray to Heaven, Great hierarch! tell thou the silent sky, And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun, Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God. LOVE, HOPE AND PATIENCE IN EDUCATION. O'ER wayward childhood would'st thou hold firm rule, And sun thee in the light of happy faces; Love, Hope, and Patience, these must be thy graces, And in thine own heart let them first keep school, ing, Where hope clung fading, like a bee Both were mine! Life went a-maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young! When I was young?-Ah, woful when! Ah! for the change 'twixt Now and Then! This breathing house not built with hands, This body that does me grievous wrong, O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands, On winding lakes and rivers wide, When youth and I lived in't together. O part them never! If hope pros- Flowers are lovely; Love is flowertrate lie, like; Friendship is a sheltering tree; Of Friendship, Love, and Liberty, Ere I was old? Ah, woful ere, Which tells me, Youth's no longer here! O Youth! for years so many and sweet, 'Tis known, that thou and I were one, I'll think it but a fond conceit on, To make believe, that thou art gone? For shame, dear friend! renounce this canting strain! What wouldst thou have a good great man obtain ? Place, titles, salary a gilded chainOr throne of corses which his sword hath slain? Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends! Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man?-three treasures, love and light, And calm thoughts, regular as infant's breath: And three firm friends, more sure All impulses of soul and sense And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, She wept with pity and delight, And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved-she steppe aside, As conscious of my look she stept Then suddenly, with timorous eye She fled to me and wept. She half enclosed me with her arms, And how she wept, and clasped his She pressed me with a meek embrace; knees; THOMAS STEPHENS COLLIER. OFF LABRADOR. THE storm-wind moans through branches bare; The snow flies wildly through the air; The mad waves roar, as fierce and high [sky. They toss their crests against the All dark and desolate lies the sand Along the wastes of a barren land; And rushing on, with sheets flung free, A ship sails down from the north ern sea. |