What more than Artichoke the rill No sweeter bowers the bee delayed, With trembling harebells hung! A charmed life unknown to death,. Are now and here: Dodona's shrine -- The Beauty which old Greece or Rome In all our daily walks to trace The hymns of gods to hear! A IN PEACE. TRACK of moonlight on a quiet lake, Whose small waves on a silver-sanded shore Whisper of peace, and with the low winds make Such harmonies as keep the woods awake, And listening all night long for their sweet sake A green-waved slope of meadow, hovered o'er By angel-troops of lilies, swaying light On viewless stems, with folded wings of white; The wooded vales, and melts among the hills; On the calm bosom of a stormless sea, Bearing alike upon its placid breast, With earthly flowers and heavenly stars impressed, The hues of time and of eternity: Such are the pictures which the thought of thee, O friend, awakeneth, - charming the keen pain Of thy departure, and our sense of loss Requiting with the fulness of thy gain. Lo! on the quiet grave thy life-borne cross, No sob of grief, no wild lament be there, We keep thy pleasant memory freshly green, Which Fancy's self, in reverent awe, is seen To paint, forgetful of the tricks of art, With pencil dipped alone in colors of the heart. BENEDICITE. GOD'S love and peace be with thee, where Soe'er this soft autumnal air Lifts the dark tresses of thy hair! Whether through city casements comes It freshens o'er thy thoughtful face, Fair Nature's book together read, The hills we climbed, the river seen Where'er I look, where'er I stray, Thy thought goes with me on my way, O'er lapse of time and change of scene, Thou lack'st not Friendship's spell-word, nor With these good gifts of God is cast If, then, a fervent wish for thee The gracious heavens will heed from me, The sighing of a shaken reed, - God's love, unchanging, pure, and true, The Paraclete white-shining through His peace, the fall of Hermon's dew! With such a prayer, on this sweet day, PICTURES. I. L' IGHT, warmth, and sprouting greenness, and o'er Blue, stainless, steel-bright ether, raining down The freshening meadows, and the hillsides brown; And the brimmed river from its distant fall, Of bird-songs in the streamlet-skirting wood, ~ 492 Heralds and prophecies of sound and sight, Blessed forerunners of the warmth and light, Attendant angels to the house of prayer, With reverent footsteps keeping pace with mine, Once more, through God's great love, with you I share A morn of resurrection sweet and fair As that which saw, of old, in Palestine, 5th mo., 2d, 1852. II. White with its sun-bleached dust, the pathway winds While mounting with his dog-star high and higher Ambushed in light intolerable, unbinds The burnished quiver of his shafts of fire. Broke as they fell, and shattered into light; And hear it telling to the orchard trees, And to the faint and flower-forsaken bees, Tales of fair meadows, green with constant streams, And mountains rising blue and cool behind, Where in moist dells the purple orchis gleams, And starred with white the virgin's bower is twined. So the o'erwearied pilgrim, as he fares |