Livelier, at coming of the wind of night; Go, rock the littlewood-bird in his nest, Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse The wide old wood from his majestic rest, Summoning from the innumerable boughs The strange, deep harmonies that haunt his breast; Pleasant shall be thy way where meekly bows The shutting flower, and darkling waters pass, And 'twixt the o'er-shadowing branches and the grass. The faint old man shall lean his silver head To feel thee; thou shalt kiss the child asleep, And softly part his curtains to allow Go-but the circle of eternal change, That is the life of nature, shall restore, HYMN OF NATURE. W. O. B. PEABODY. OD of the earth's extended plains! Where man might commune with the sky: That lowers upon the vale below, Where shaded fountains send their streams, God of the dark and heavy deep! The waves lie sleeping on the sands, Till the fierce trumpet of the storm Have summoned up their thundering bands; God of the forest's solemn shade! But more majestic far they stand, When, side by side, their ranks they form, To wave on high their plumes of green, And fight their battles with the storm. God of the light and viewless air! Where summer breezes sweetly flow, Or, gathering in their angry might, The fierce and wintry tempests blow; All-from the evening's plaintive sigh, That hardly lifts the drooping flower, To the wild whirlwind's midnight cry— Breathe forth the language of thy power. God of the fair and open sky! How gloriously above us springs God of the rolling orbs above! Thy name is written clearly bright And every spark that walks alone God of the world! the hour must come, HYMN OF NATURE. -WHAT IS NOBLE? Her crumbling altars must decay; Her incense fires shall cease to burn; WHAT IS NOBLE. C. SWAIN. What is noble? 'Tis the finer And, like man, to feel for Man! 317 YOU REMEMBER IT--DON'T YOU? THOMAS H. BAYLEY You remember the time when I first sought your home, You will think of it,-won't you? Yes, yes, of this the remembrance will last, You remember the grief that grew lighter when shared? Not fonder than that which I breathe to thee now. You will think of it,-won't you? Yes, yes, of all this the remembrance will last, |