Whose power hath a true consent Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy Or call up him that left half told And of the wondrous horse of brass, ear. There in close covert by some brook, Wave at his wings in airy stream But let my due feet never fail Dissolve me into ecstasies, Thus, Night, oft see me in thy pale | And bring all heaven before mine career, 'Till civil-suited Morn appear, eyes. And may at last my weary age Not tricked and frounced as she was Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, These pleasures, Melancholy, give, And I with thee will choose to live. daunt, flowery May, who from her green lap throws Or fright them from their hallowed The haunt. yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. All meanly wrapt in the rude man- Who now hath quite forgot to rave, ger lies; Nature in awe to Him Had doffed her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympa While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave. Endowed with all their gifts: and oh! too like In sad event, when to the unwiser son Of Japhet brought by Hermes, she ensnared Mankind with her fair looks, to be avenged On him who had stole Jove's authentic fire. [From Paradise Lost.] APOSTROPHE TO LIGHT. HAIL, holy Light, offspring of Heaven first-born, Or of the Eternal, co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is Light, And never but in unapproachèd light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, [create. Bright effluence of bright essence inOr hearest thou rather, pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice [vest Of God, as with a mantle, didst inThe rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite. Thee I revisit now with bolder wing, Escaped the Stygian pool, though long detained bright, carnationed pea Are changed; we saw the world through thee, Casa Wappy! And though, perchance, a smile may gleam Of casual mirth, Thy clasping arms so round and It doth not own, whate'er may seem, white, Casa Wappy! The nursery shows thy pictured wall, Thy bat, thy bow, Thy cloak and bonnet, club and ball, But where art thou? A corner holds thine empty chair; Even to the last, thy every word — To glad to grieve Was sweet as sweetest song of bird On summer's eve; In outward beauty undecayed, Death o'er thy spirit cast no shade, An inward birth; And, like the rainbow, thou didst Farewell then for a while fare fade, Casa Wappy! - JAMES MONTGOMERY. LOVE OF COUNTRY AND OF HOME. THERE is a land, of every land the pride, Beloved by heaven, o'er all the world beside; Where brighter suns dispense serener light, And milder moons emparadise the night: A land of beauty, virtue, valor, truth, Time-tutored age and love-exalted youth: |