On the Birman sea was her shadow cast, As it lay like molten gold, I love thy dim, majestic car, With no moon lighting by, And her pendent shroud and towering mast When still and hush'd is each pale star, Seemed twice on the waters told. The idle canvass slowly swung As the spicy breeze went by, And strange, rare music around her rung From the palm-tree growing nigh. Oh, gallant ship, thou didst bear with thee The gay and the breaking heart, The petrel wheeled in her stormy flight, That flickered not to the eye: Helmless, but on before the gale, She ploughs the deep-troughed wave: A gurgling sound a phrensied wail And the ship hath found a grave! And thus is the fate of the acorn told, That fell from the old oak-tree, And HE OF THE SHELL in the frosty mould Preserved for its destiny. NIGHT. ,,Some who had early mandates to depart, Yet are allowed to steal my path athwart." Wordsworth. THRICE welcome, solemn, thoughtful Night, Thou dost to fancy bring And then the mental eye I turn, And the heavens look deep and high And o'er me seem thy wings to brood With a protecting love, And I nestle in thy solitude, Like a stricken, wearied dove. I bless thee for each hallow'd thought, And gentle watch to keep, And soothingly, oh! Night, dost thou Departed ones restore I see each fair and peaceful brow With their loving looks once more, Alas, the loved and gentle ones, They pass from earth away, And pleasantly we hear their tones, When the midnight shadows play. We feel their holy presence near, Oh! holy Night, thou bringst to me THE APRIL RAIN. THE April rain! the April rain! ,,I AM a Pebble! and yield to none!" Were the swelling words of a tiny stone ,,Nor time nor seasons can alter me; I am abiding, while ages flee. The pelting hail and the drizzling rain Have tried to soften me, long, in vain; And the tender dew has sought to melt Or touch my heart; but it was not felt. There's none that can tell about my birth, For I 'm as old as the big, round earth. The children of men arise, and pass And many a foot on me has trod, The Acorn was shocked at this rude salute, And lay for a moment abashed and mute; She never before had been so near This gravelly ball, the mundane sphere; Out of the world, like the blades of grass;,,Since it is happened that I am thrown From the lighter element where I grew, But it was not long ere the soil was broke And, oh! how many will tread on me, Then, as, down to ocean glancing, In the waves his rays are dancing,' Think how long the night will be To the eyes that weep for thee! When the lonely night watch keeping When, with slow and gentle motion, When the tempest hovers o'er thee, Met by prayers that rise for thee! As we waft the bark o'er the slumbering He went to the windows of those who slept, And, whether our breath be loud or high, And ye list and ye look; but what do ye see? And over each pane, like a fairy, crept; Wherever he breathed, wherever he stept, By the light of the morn, were seen Most beautiful things: there were flowers and trees; There were bevies of birds, and swarms of bees; There were cities, with temples and towers and these All pictured in silver sheen! But he did one thing that was hardly fair: Can ye hush one sound of our voice to He peeped in the cupboard, and finding peace, Or waken one note when our numbers cease? Our dwelling is in the Almighty's hand; Or win us in gentle airs to play, there That all had forgotten for him to prepare ,,Now, just to set them a-thinking, I'll bite this basket of fruit," said he, ,This costly pitcher I'll burst in three; And the glass of water they 've left for me Shall,tchick! to tell them I'm drinking." THE SNOWFLAKE. THE FROST. THE Frost looked forth one still, clear night, And whispered,,, Now I shall be out of sight: ,,Now, if I fall, will it be my lot So, through the valley, and over the height,,, Oh, no!" said the Earth,,, thou shalt In silence I'll take my way. not lie Neglected and lone on my lap to die, Thou pure and delicate child of the sky! For thou wilt be safe in my keeping. Who make so much bustle and noise in vain; But, then, I must give thee a lovelier form But I'll be as busy as they." Then he flew to the mountain and powder'd In diamond beads; and over the breast A coat of mail, that it need not fear Thou wilt not be a part of the wintry storm, But revive, when the sunbeams are yellow and warm. And the flowers from my bosom are peeping! ,,Or wouldst thou return to a home in the,,And if true to thy word and just thou art, skies, To shine in the Iris I'll let thee arise, Like the spirit that dwells in the holiest heart, Unsullied by thee, thou wilt let me depart, |