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It curls the blue waves into foam,
It bears the perfume of the rose,
How many sounds it bears along,
It enters into palace halls,
And carries thence the sound
'Tis like the light, a gift to all,
Think not the things most wonderful
For wonders are around the paths,
WHERE is thy home, soft Breeze ?
Is it among the trees,
Where dost thou dwell?
Where dost thou dwell?
"My home is in ladies' bowers, I sigh among the flowers
When dew'd with evening showersThere,
There do I dwell;
On Ocean's breast I play,
And wanton with his spray;
But chief o'er stream and dell
My murmurs love to swell,
And there, There do I dwell.
Over the fount I take
My airy flight, and break
Into a thousand pearls,-
And its glassy smoothness shake—
Where from their watery lairs
Bright trout the angler snares,
My breath unto him bears."
Then hail, thou heaven-sent Breeze!
Still sigh among the trees!
And in the silent dell,
The evening's knell !
Thy odorous breathings, now
Here dost thou dwell.
ON AN ANCIENT STONE-QUARRY.
KNOW, visitor, that from this spot obscure,
Whither scarce once a year, across the moor,
In olden time, far off beyond the seas,
Whose fame extends to earth's extremities,
And still with ages grows.
The stones, that here in darkness would have lain, There piled in glorious state,
Up to the skies, the fretted roof sustain,
Or carved in many a mystical device,
And forms of Saints on high,
In glory ever new, bring Paradise
Such power hath God for His eternal ends
Genius sublime! by which the mind ascends
So, at His will and bountiful decree,
In everlasting truth and harmony,
Celestial beauty springs.
E'en as at first, from the rude formless mass
Of earth's chaotic frame,
This fair creation, at His word of grace,
In perfect order came.
THE WINGED WORSHIPPERS.
[Two swallows, having flown into church during divine service, are supposed to be apostrophised in the following stanzas.]
GAY, guiltless pair,
What seek ye from the fields of heaven?
Ye have no sins to be forgiven.
Why perch ye here,
Where mortals to their Maker bend?
Can your pure spirits fear
The God ye never could offend ?
Ye never knew
The crimes for which we come to weep:
Blest wanderers of this upper deep.
you 'tis given
To make sweet Nature's untaught lays,
To chirp away a life of praise.
Then spread each wing
Far, far above, o'er lakes and lands;
And join the choirs that sing
In yon blue dome not rear'd with bands.
CARE OF BIRDS FOR THEIR YOUNG.
By the great Father of the Spring inspired,
To tempt him from her nest. The wild-duck hence,
THE COMMONWEALTH OF BEES.
Creatures that, by a rule in nature, teach
TO A BEE.
THOU wert out betimes, thou busy, busy bee
Before the cow from her resting-place
Had risen up and left her trace
On the meadow with dew so grey,
Saw I thee, thou busy, busy bee!
Thou wert working late, thou busy, busy bee!
When the primrose of evening was ready to burst,