Blow, till the sea a bubble be,
And toss it to the sky,
Till the sands we tread of the ocean-bed, As the summer fountains dry. The upper shelves are ours, my elves, Are ours, and soon the nether With sea-flowers we shall sprinkled see, And pearls like dew-drops gather.
The summer moon will soon go down, And then our course is up; Our frigate then the cockle-shell, Our boat the bean-flower cup. Sprites away! elf and fay,
From thicket, lake, and hollow;
How brilliant is the morning star, The evening star how tender, - The light of both is in her eyes,
Their softness and their splendor. But for the lash that shades their light They were too dazzling for the sight, And when she shuts them, all is night- The daughter of Mendoza.
O ever bright and beauteous one, Bewildering and beguiling, The lute is in thy silvery tones,
The rainbow in thy smiling; And thine is, too, o'er hill and dell, The bounding of the young gazelle, The arrow's flight and ocean's swell Sweet daughter of Mendoza !
What though, perchance, we no meet,
What though too soon we sever? Thy form will float like emerald light Before my vision ever.
For who can see and then forget The glories of my gay brunette - Thou art too bright a star to set, Sweet daughter of Mendoza !
And though I've learned some souls are base,
I would not, therefore, hate the race; I still would bless my fellow men, And trust them, though deceived again. God help me still to kindly view The world that I am passing through!
Through weary conflicts I have passed, And struggled into rest at last; Such rest as when the rack has broke A joint, or nerve, at every stroke. The wish survives to kindly view The world that I am passing through.
From all that fate has brought to me I strive to learn humility,
And trust in Him who rules above, Whose universal law is love. Thus only can I kindly view The world that I am passing through.
When I approach the setting sun, And feel my journey nearly done, May earth be veiled in genial light, And her last smile to me seem bright! Help me till then to kindly view The world that I am passing through!
SLOWLY by God's hand unfurled, Down around the weary world Falls the darkness; oh, how still Is the working of Thy will! Mighty Maker! Here am I, - Work in me as silently, Veil the day's distracting sights, Show me heaven's eternal lights.
From the darkened sky come forth Countless stars, a wondrous birth! So may gleams of glory dart Through the dim abyss, my heart;
Living worlds to view be brought In the boundless realms of thought, High and infinite desires, Burning like those upper fires.
Holy truth, eternal right, Let them break upon my sight, Let them shine unclouded, still, And with light my being fill.
Thou art there. Oh, let me know, Thou art here within me too; Be the perfect peace of God Here as there now shed abroad.
May my soul attunëd be To that perfect harmony,
Which, beyond the power of sound, Fills the universe around.
(Emerson, LONGFELLOW, WHIttier, poe, holmes, and others).
The gay enchantment was undone, A gentle wife, but fairy none. Then I said, "I covet truth; Beauty is unripe childhood's cheat;
I leave it behind with the games of youth: " As I spoke, beneath my feet
The ground-pine curled its pretty wreath, Running over the club-moss burrs; I inhaled the violet's breath;
Around me stood the oaks and firs; Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground; Over me soared the eternal sky, Full of light and of deity; Again I saw, again I heard, The rolling river, the morning bird; Beauty through my senses stole;
I yielded myself to the perfect whole.
I LIKE a church; I like a cowl; I love a prophet of the soul; And on my heart monastic aisles
Fall like sweet strains, or pensive smiles: Yet not for all his faith can see Would I that cowlëd churchman be.
Of leaves and feathers from her breast? Or how the fish outbuilt her shell, Painting with morn each annual cell? Or how the sacred pine-tree adds To her old leaves new myriads? Such and so grew these holy piles, Whilst love and terror laid the tiles. Earth proudly wears the Parthenon, As the best gem upon ber zone, And Morning opes with haste her lids. To gaze upon the Pyramids; O'er England's abbeys bends the sky, As on its friends, with kindred eye; For out of Thought's interior sphere These wonders rose to upper air; And Nature gladly gave them place, . Adopted them into her race, And granted them an equal date With Andes and with Ararat.
These temples grew as grows the grass; Art might obey, but not surpass. The passive Master lent his hand To the vast soul that o'er him planned; And the same power that reared the shrine Bestrode the tribes that knelt within.
Ever the fiery Pentecost
Girds with one flame the countless host, Trances the heart through chanting choirs, And through the priest the mind inspires. The word unto the prophet spoken Was writ on tables yet unbroken; The word by seers or sibyls told,
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