Both have your sunshine; both, though small, are strong At your clear hearts; and both seem given to earth To ring in thoughtful ears this natural song,— In doors and out, summer and winter,--Mirth. FABLE. Leigh Hunt. HE mountain and the squirrel TH Had a quarrel ; And the former called the latter "Little Prig." "You are doubtless very big ; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year and a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel-track; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put ; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you crack a nut." R. W. Emerson. WHAT THE MICROCOSM. THE MICROCOSM. WHAT forests tall of tiniest moss What pigmy oaks their foliage toss O'er pigmy valleys lone! With shade o'er shade, from ledge to ledge, They feather o'er the steepest edge Of mountains mushroom high. O God of marvels! who can tell On these gray stones unseen may dwell; I feel no shock, I hear no groan, Lo! in that dot, some mite, like me, May crawl some atom-cliffs to see- Lo! while he pauses and admires O God of terrors! what are we ? Poor insects, spark'd with thought! Thy whisper, Lord, a word from thee Could smite us into nought! II 161 But shouldst thou wreck our father-land, And mix it with the deep, Safe in the hollow of thine hand Thy little ones would sleep. COME COME DOWN, O MAID. OME down, O maid, from yonder mountain height; What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang), In height and cold, the splendor of the hills? COME DOWN, O MAID. 163 But cease to move so near the Heavens, and cease So waste not thou; but come; for all the vales Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound, Tennyson. SPLENDORS OF MORNING. PLENDORS of morning the billow-crests bright. SPLE en, Lighting and luring them on to the land,— Strong with the striving of yesterday's surges, shore, Each, driven fast by its follower, urges Fearlessly those that are fleeting before; Palm-weed and pearls for my darling and me! Light falls her foot where the rift follows after, Deep in the chambers of grottos auroral Morn laves her jewels and bends her bright knee : Thence to my dear one your amber and coral Bring for her dowry, O beautiful sea! E. C. Stedman. |