The Harmony of Nature. There is a soothing harmony Which floats upon the breeze. It comes to us from every spray, And midst the flowers of spring. The gentle cooing of the dove The yearnings after human love, The soaring lark's triumphant song And while we gaze on him, we long For heavenly melody. Can we behold earth's mantle green, And not confess, midst every scene, The Lord our God is love! ΑΝΟΝ. The Heart's Guests. When age has cast its shadows The guests will gather fast. Guests that in youth we cherished, They may be dark and sombre, They may be bright and fair, But the heart will have its chamber, The guests will gather there. How shall it be, my sisters? Who shall be our hearts' guests? How shall it be, my brothers, Shall we not 'mid the silence Shall we not see dear faces Sweet smiling as of old, Till the mists of that lone chamber And evening twilight gathers MRS. ORNE. On a Tear. O! that the chemist's magic art Could crystallize this sacred treasure! The little brilliant, ere it fell, Its lustre caught from Chloe's eye; Then, trembling, left its coral cell, The spring of Sensibility! Sweet drop of pure and pearly light! Than any gem that gilds the mine. Benign restorer of the soul! Who ever fliest to bring relief, When first we feel the rude control Of love or pity, joy or grief. The sage's and the poet's theme, Thou charm'st in fancy's idle dream That very law which moulds a tear, ROGERS. The Moon. The moon is sailing o'er the sky, And felt it were in vain she shined. Earth is her mirror, and the stars She is a beauty and a queen, But what is this? she is alone! Is there not one. - not one, - I cannot choose but pity thee, Thou lonely orphan of the sky. I'd rather be the meanest flower That grows, my mother earth, on thee, So there were others of my kin, To blossom, bloom, droop, die with me. Earth, thou hast sorrow, grief, and death; LANDON. |