COMMUNION WITH NATURE. JOMMUNION with thy mother's eyes, Among her thousand sympathies, Behold, in all thy varied moods, Old shaggy gnarls the lichen frets- Faint sighs of rushes in the fens, Faint splashes down the gloomy glens Communion with Nature. Thin throbbing films of mellow light, And cool star crystals, which the night Long bars of creeping clouds, and sheets And all the unregarded sweets That melt in Nature's name. Behold, they are not only fair, Hath truth and wisdom everywhere To comfort and to charm. BEAUTIFUL POETRY, 133 POOR ROBIN. JOW when the primrose makes a splendid show, And humbler growths, as moved with one desire, Mix'd with the green, some shine, not lacking power, The season), sprinklings of ripe strawberry fruit. Poor Robin. 15 Whose practice teaches, spite of names, to show What recompense is kept in store or left WORDSWORTH. 16 The Garland of Wild Roses. THE SUN'S BIRD. EBENEZER ELLIOTT. (The Corn-Law Rhymer.) HE cloud of the rain is beneath thee. Thou singest Palaced in glory; but morn hath begun A dark day for man, while the sunbeams thou wingest, Bird of the sun! Bird of the sun! They hear thee, but see thee not-sleepy bees hear thee, And when from light's fields thou descendest, and over Thy nest the wide gloom spreads its canopy dun, How sweet will thy sleep be among the sweet clover, Bird of the sun! Bird of the sun! And, there, a white network of dewdrops the fairies, To chain leaf and flower, in a frolic have spun; While nigh thy dear home the tipp'd ear of the hare is, Bird of the sun! Bird of the sun! |