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THE EVENING WIND.

Spirit that breathest through my lattice, thou

That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day! Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow;

Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now,

Roughening their crests, and scattering high their

And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee
To the scorch'd land, thou wanderer of the sea !

Nor I alone — a thousand bosoms round

Inhale thee in the fulness of delight;
And languid forms rise up, and pulses bound

Livelier, at coming of the wind of night;

Lies the vast inland, stretch'd beyond the sight. Go forth, into the gathering shade ; go forth, — God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth!

Go, rock the little wood-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,

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The strange deep harmonies that haunt his breast :

Pleasant shall be thy way where meekly bows The shutting flower, and darkling waters pass, And where the o'ershadowing branches sweep the grass.

Stoop o'er the place of graves, and softly sway

The sighing herbage by the gleaming stone ; That they who near the churchyard willows stray,

And listen in the deepening gloom, alone, May think of gentle souls that pass'd away,

Like thy pure breath, into the vast unknown, Sent forth from heaven among the sons of men, And gone into the boundless heaven again.

The faint old man shall lean his silver head

To feel thee; thou shalt kiss the child asleep, And dry the moisten’d curls that overspread

His temples, while his breathing grows more deep; And they who stand about the sick man's bed,

Shall joy to listen to thy distant sweep,
And softly part his curtains to allow
Thy visit, grateful to his burning brow.

Go— but the circle of eternal change,

Which is the life of nature, shall restore,
With sounds and scents from all thy mighty range,

Thee to thy birth-place of the deep once more.
Sweet odors in the sea-air, sweet and strange,

Shall tell the home-sick mariner of the shore;
And, listening to thy murmur, he shall deem
He hears the rustling leaf and running stream.

W. C. BRYANT.

EVENING WALK BY THE BAY.

The evening hour had brought its peace,

Brought end of toil to weary day ; From wearying thoughts to find release,

I sought the sands that skirt the bay. Dark rain-clouds southward hovering nigh,

Gave to the sea their leaden hue, But in the west the open sky

Its rose-light on the waters threw.

I stood, with heart more quiet grown,

And watched the pulses of the tide, The huge black rocks, the sea-weeds brown,

The gray beach stretched on either side, The boat that dropped its one white sail

Where the steep yellow bank ran down, And o'er the clump of willows pale

The white towers of the neighboring town.

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A cool light brooded o’er the land ;

A changing lustre lit the bay;
The tide just plashed along the sand,

And voices sounded, far away.
The Past came up to Memory's eye,

Dark with some clouds of leaden hue, But many a space of open sky

Its rose-light on those waters threw.

Then came to me the dearest friend,

Whose beauteous soul doth, like the sea,
To all things fair new beauty lend,

Transfiguring the earth to me.
The thoughts that lips could never tell,

Through subtler senses were made known;
I raised my eyes, - the darkness fell, –
I stood upon the sands, alone.

SAMUEL LONGFELLOW.

SONNET.

A FAIRER face of evening cannot be:
The holy time is quiet as a nun
Breathless with adoration; the broad sun
Is sinking down in its tranquillity ;
The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea :
But list! the mighty Being is awake,
And doth with his eternal motion make
A sound like thunder - everlastingly.
Dear Child! dear Girl, that standest with me here!
If thou appear untouch'd with serious thought,
Thy nature is not therefore less divine :
Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year;
And worship’st at the Temple's inner shrine,
God being with thee when we know it not.

WORDSWORTH.

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