THE SKIES. Av! gloriously thou standest there, That, swelling wide o'er earth and air, With thy bright vault, and sapphire wall, Far, far below thee, tall old trees The eagle soars his utmost height, Yet far thou stretchest o'er his flight. Thou hast thy frowns-with thee on high The storm has made his airy seat, Beyond that soft blue curtain lie His stores of hail and sleet. Thence the consuming lightnings break, There the strong hurricanes awake. Yet art thou prodigal of smiles Smiles, sweeter than thy frowns are stern: Earth sends, from all her thousand isles, A shout at thy return. The glory that comes down from thee, The sun, the gorgeous sun is thine, The pomp that brings and shuts the day, The clouds that round him change and shine, The airs that fan his way. Thence look the thoughtful stars, and there The meek moon walks the silent air. The sunny Italy may boast The beauteous tints that flush her skies, I only know how fair they stand And they are fair—a charm is theirs, That earth, the proud green earth, has notWith all the forms, and hues, and airs, That haunt her sweetest spot. And read of Heaven's eternal year. Oh, when, amid the throng of men, The heart grows sick of hollow mirth, How willingly we turn us then Away from this cold earth, And look into thy azure breast, For seats of innocence and rest! "I CANNOT FORGET WITH WHAT FERVID DEVOTION." I CANNOT forget with what fervid devotion And deep were my musings in life's early blossom, 'Mong the deep-cloven fells that for ages had listened Till I felt the dark power o'er my reveries stealing, N Bright visions! I mixed with the world, and ye faded; In the old mossy groves on the breast of the mountain, Oh, leave not, forlorn and for ever forsaken, Your pupil and victim to life and its tears! But sometimes return, and in mercy awaken The glories ye showed to his earlier years. |