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The lengthening shadows of the oak And sweeping birch, crept far adown the vale; And nought upon the hush and stillness broke, Save the light whispering of the spring-tide gale, At distance dying; and the measured stroke Of woodmen at their toil; the feeble wail Of some lone stock dove; soothing as it sank On the lull'd ear, its melody that drank.
The sun had set; but his expiring beams
Yet linger'd in the west, and shed around Beauty and softness o'er the wood and streams,
With coming night's first tinge of shade embrown'd The light clouds mingled, brighten'd with such gleams Of glory, as the seraph-shapes surround,
That in the vision of the good descend,
And o'er their couch of sorrow seem to bend.
THE western waves of ebbing day
Where twined the path, in shadow hid,
With cupola or minaret,
Crests-wild as pagod ever deck'd,
mosque of eastern architect.
Nor were those earth-born castles bare, Nor lack'd they many a banner fair, For, from their shiver'd brows display'd Far o'er th' unfathomable glade,
All twinkling with the dew-drops sheen,
Boon Nature scatter'd, free and wild,
With boughs that quaked at every breath,
Cast anchor in the rifted rock;
THE EMIGRANT'S SACRED SONG.
WHERE the remote Bermudas ride
"What should we do, but sing His praise That led us through the wat'ry maze, Unto an isle so long unknown,
And yet far kinder than our own!
"Where He the huge sea-monsters racks, That lift the deep upon their backs; He lands us on a grassy stage,
Safe from the storms and prelates' ragc.
"He gave us this eternal spring
"He hangs in shades the orange bright, Like golden lamps in a green night, And in these rocks for us did frame A temple where to sound His name.
APPROACH OF SPRING.
"Oh! let our voice His praise exalt
Thus sang they in the English boat
And all the way, to guide their chime,
With falling oars they kept the time.
APPROACH OF SPRING.
Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost