...thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side ? There is a power whose...atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, Aud scream among thy fellows...

...thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side ? - * '" There is a...illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. Jj All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary,...

...thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side ? There is a Power whose...pathless coast,-— The desert and illimitable air, — All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary,...

...nature with sentience and a capability of action, is one of the severest tests of the poet.] . . . .There is a power whose care Teaches thy way along...and illimitable air. Lone, wandering, but not lost.. . . . Pleasant shall be thy way, where weekly bows The shutting flowers and darkling waters pass, And...

...thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side ? There is a Power whose...Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, • . At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, w.eary, to the welcome...

...thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rooking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side ? There is a power whose...pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — -8 Lone- wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold,...

...the cold, thin, atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome laud, Though the dark night is near. There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along...illimitable air — Lone wandering — but not lost. Thou art gone — the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form." In those pure fields of ether, unvisited...

...and terrible, without tracing that sublimity and beauty to a divine source; without feeling that " There is a power whose care Teaches thy way along...and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost." The divinities of Greece were not held by the people to be mere passive phantoms. They are supposed...

...thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side ? There is a Power whose...illimitable air,— Lone wandering, but not lost. 9 > All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary,...

...thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side ? There is a Power,...illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost 5 All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary,...