And tell you, with their calculations sure, What weight of turnips gives some pet manure. And farmers wonder, how that minds immersed In state affairs in farm-craft are so versed. When her last floating garland gentle eve To see young Peris spring from roseate clouds ; In the ideal world from care and grief. How beautiful the night! the stars appear If the unseen economy we knew Of one of those most glorious orbs we view, The habitants of that fair globe may have Their course of action closing in the grave: Then spirits "finely touched for issues fine Mount into higher spheres like gods to shine; To carry out of virtue plans, begun In their first natal world, from sun to sun: Reciprocating joys ne'er ne'er to cease Where all is active energy-yet peace. October, 1843. |