TWILIGHT ON “TORCH HILL.” 79 TWILIGHT ON "TORCH HILL." It is eve at our eyrie; the river Falls dim in its tremulous gaze; Soft twilight! the far silent city Sleeps, veiled in the valley beneath, Bright "ruby-throat''* here on his wreath. Shall I try, ere the daylight is over, All the life and the light of the city Sweet mercies that shadow me! Never! Lest the soul in my body should die, *The ruby-throated humming-bird, avant-courier of the stars. "DO THEY MISS ME AT HOME?" "The world is not all so dark But a smile can make it sweet." TENNYSON, A QUESTION that betrays For so the world is full Of call that answers call, Both ways or not at all. AMONG THE BIRDS. 81 AMONG THE BIRDS. WE built a nest among the birds And we have heard a many a word And times when dew is on the day, We meet and warn the mists away A birdie tells of dimpled dells A birdie coos of light and shade A birdie carols: Day's decline A birdie says: The bitter days May blow till they expire ; The winds but raise our censer blaze The birdies sing: The bright shells bring No song from all the sea; The close cheek and the clasping hand "IN MAMRE." Do you ever think when your Eden-tree Is flourishing wide and green, With friendships thicker than fruits of gold, That your soul hath never seen? And how much "loving" your heart could hold In a world so wide there are nooks to hide, And there are the wise with unseeing eyes, A tent in the desert's heat, Who hold that the very angel who spoke ID YL. To Abraham, under the Mamre oak, 'Tis a pleasant thought at the eventide, 83 When a glory looks down on our prayers, That we have not mocked in the days of our pride The meanest pilgrim whose dust may hide An "angel unawares !" And a beautiful hope, as the night unrolls That we are nearer the beautiful souls IDYL. (TO M. N. T.) I. A VISION which I had of late, Vision of a little girl, With a cheek of peach and pearl, Daintily in white arrayed, Borne by Ethiopian maid, Blending well with light and shade. |