262 On a Beautiful Day. The ship's white sail glides onward far away, Thou! the primal fount of life and peace, Who shedd'st thy breathing quiet all around, In me command that pain and conflict cease, And turn to music every jarring sound. How longs each gulf within the weary soul Amid the joys of all, my grief revives, And shadows thrown from me thy sunshine mar; With this serene to-day dark memory strives, Prepare, O Truth Supreme! through shame and pain A heart attuned to thy celestial calm; Let not reflection's pangs be roused in vain, But heal the wounded breast with searching balm. On a Beautiful Day. So, firm in steadfast hope, in thought secure, And thou thy child to do thy work employ. So might in many hearts be kindled then 263 The lambent fire of faith,—not rashly strong,― So might be taught to souls of doubtful men Thy tranquil bliss, thy love's divinest song. In One, who walked on earth a man of woe, Was holier peace than e'en this hour inspires; From him to me let inward quiet flow, And give the might my failing will requires. So this great All around, so He, and Thou, The central source and awful bound of things, May fill my heart with rest as deep as now To land, and sea, and air, thy presence brings! SHORT-LIVED FLOWERS. I MADE a posy while the day ran by : But Time did beckon to the flowers, and they And withered in my hand. My hand was next to them, and then my heart; Who did so sweetly death's sad taste convey, Farewell, dear flowers! sweetly your time ye spent, Fit while ye lived for smell or ornament, I follow straight, without complaints or grief, DEAD LEAVES. YE dainty mosses, lichens gray, Returning to your mould; Brown leaves, that with aerial grace If we, God's conscious creatures, knew But with an equal patience sweet Content to reappear; |