THE RAPID. To those who under cloud of care, Since, all so frail, ye brave the snows J. THE RAPID. ST. LAWRENCE. ALL peacefully gliding, The waters dividing, The indolent batteau moves slowly along, The rowers, light-hearted, From sorrow long parted, Beguiled the dull moments with laughter and song: "Hurrah for the Rapid! that merrily, merrily Gambols and leaps on its tortuous way: Soon we will enter it, cheerily, cheerily, Pleased with its freshness, and wet with its spray." More swiftly careering, The wild Rapid nearing, They dash down the stream like a terrified steed; No terrors affright them, Their voices keep pace with their quickening speed: "Hurrah for the Rapid! that merrily, merrily Shivers its arrows against us in play; Now we have entered it, cheerily, cheerily, Our spirits as light as its feathery spray." 95 Fast downward they're dashing, Though danger awaits them on every side; They strike-they are drowning! But downward they speed with the merciless tide : IN THE FOREST. I love to see thee flitting In every dainty curve and line— And when thou stoopest o'er the lake, Ah, then, my heart is full of thanks, For thou, sweet creature, meet'st the mood In earliest Grecian story: Art shy, retiring, thinking not Of thine own charms; thy only thought A message good to me hast brought E. C. G. IN THE FOREST. THROUGH the proud aisles of old cathedral woods Bells of bird-music echoing far and wide, While mountain streams that burst their prison crags J. T. FIELDS. G 97 PART II. Poems of Description. GUESTS. SUNFLOWER tall and hollyhock, that wave in the wind together, Cornflower, poppy, and marigold, blossoming fair and fine, Delicate sweet-peas, glowing bright in the quiet autumn weather, While over the fence, on fire with bloom, climbs the nasturtium vine ! Quaint little wilderness of flowers, straggling hither and thither Morning-glories tangled about the larkspur gone to seed,! Scarlet-runners that burst all bounds, and wan der, heaven knows whither, And lilac spikes of bergamot, as thick as any weed. And oh, the bees and the butterflies, and humming-birds and sparrows, That over the garden waver and chirp and flutter the live-long day! Humming-birds, that dart in the sun like green and golden arrows, Butterflies like loosened flowers blown off by the wind in play. Look at the red nasturtium flower, drooping, bending, and swaying; Out the gold-banded humble-bee breaks and goes booming anew! Hark, what the sweet-voiced fledgling sparrows low to themselves are saying, Pecking my golden oats where the corn-flowers gleam so blue! THE ALBATROSS. 99 Welcome, a thousand times welcome, ye dear and delicate neighbours- All the honey and all the seeds are yours in this garden of mine. I sit on the doorstep and watch you. Beyond lies the infinite ocean, THE ALBATROSS. TIME cannot age thy sinews, nor the gale Among the crashing caverns of the storm, Where shall thy wing find rest for all its might? When shall thy thousand years have stripped the bare And sealed thy giant breath? Not till thy bosom hugs the icy wave— Caught by the shrieking blast, And hurled upon the sea with broad wings locked, Defiant to the last! CHARLES WARREN STODDARD. |