SCENE AFTER A SUMMER SHOWER. BY A. NORTON. THE rain is o'er. How dense and bright In grateful silence, earth receives The general blessing; fresh and fair, The softened sunbeams pour around The wind flows cool; the scented ground Mid yon rich clouds' voluptuous pile, Methinks some spirit of the air Might rest to gaze below awhile, Then turn to bathe and revel there. 114 SCENE AFTER A SUMMER SHOWER. The sun breaks forth; from off the scene With trembling drops of light is hung. Now gaze on Nature-yet the same- Fresh in her youth, from God's own hand. Hear the rich music of that voice, Which sounds from all below, above; She calls her children to rejoice, And round them throws her arms of love. Drink in her influence; low-born care, And all the train of mean desire, Refuse to breathe this holy air, And 'mid this living light expire. COME, hoist the sail, the fast let go! The ripples lightly tap the boat. Loose!-Give her to the wind! She shoots ahead:-They're all afloat: The strand is far behind. J The boat goes tilting on the waves; The waves go tilting by; There dips the duck;-her back she laves; O'er head the sea-gulls fly. Now, like the gulls that dart for prey, The little vessel stoops; Now rising, shoots along her way, Like them, in easy swoops. The sun-light falling on her sheet, It glitters like the drift THE PLEASURE BOAT. Sparkling in scorn of summer's heat, The winds are fresh; she's driving fast Upon the bending tide, The crinkling sail, and crinkling mast, Go with her side by side. Why dies the breeze away so soon? She smiles; thou needst must smile on her. A rich, white cloud that doth not stir.- And pictured beach of yellow sand, Change the smooth sea to fairy land. How lovely and how still! 117 |