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The Sun,-his rise and set we know;
The Moon,-her wax and wane;
But you his search disdain.
What epithet can words supply Unto the Bard who takes such high
Ye restless, homeless, shapeless things ! Who mock all our imaginings,
Like Spirits in a dream;
But one :-to me, when Fancy stirs
Who leave no path untrod;
It seems the Voice of God.
S. C. HALL.
WHEN the first day-beam bless'd the sky,
And dull and naked, after night;
And clad them in a robe of light. Others, as if they loved to dwell
In darkness, moved but slowly on, And when on them its brightness fell,
But little of tbeir gloom had gone: One, gloomier still, its course delays,
As though too heavy for the sky,
Then breaks and passes gaily by : While some had gathered round the rays That gave them hues and forms so fair,
As loth to leave that glorious place,
To lose their beauty and to trace
Others of many a varied dye,
Than those that deck'd the morning sky,
And gaz'd, till over all on high The sun held uncontrolled sway And chased from heaven all gloom away, While the few clouds that o'er it past, No beam obscur'd, no shadow cast.
But when the day was almost done,
The clouds were beautiful indeed,
When from his daily duty freed, Still in his glorions strength, the sun Shone forth upon the twilight skies, And graced them with his myriad dyes. I saw the clouds that onward drew From out the deep and distant blue, Become all beautiful and bright, As if to shew the coming night How great the radiance of the power, E’en of the san's departing hour : They took all shapes, as Fancy wrought Her web, and mingled thought with thought: Some like familiar forms—the themes Of earthly loves that fall to dreamsSome were of rainbow shape and hues; Some glisten'd like our earth with dews; Some were like forests seen afar; Some like the restless wandering star; While some appear'd like coral caves Half bidden by the ocean waves,
All cover'd with their snow-white spray ; Others were there, which seem'd to be Fair islands in a dark blue sea, Which human eyes at eve behold; But only then-unseen by day
Their shores and mountains all of gold.
They vanish’d, as the night came un
" Those very clouds, so bright, so gay, Or in your threaten'd thunder's grave, So fair-are vapours which the earth
black vest, Flung, as diseased parts away,
Like black, deep waters slowly moving by, Foul mists, which owe their second birth Awfully striking the spectator's breast To him who keeps his throne on high, With your Creator's dread sublimity, To bless the earth and gild the sky.
As admiration mutely views your storms; Yes! 'tis the sun whose influence brings And I do love to see you idly lie, A change to these degraded things
Painted by heav’n as various as your forms, That gives them lovely forms—and then Pausing upon the eastern mountain high,
Deprives them of their baneful powers, As morn awakes with spring's wood-barAnd sends to mother Earth again
mony ; In gentle dews and cheering showers, And sweeter still, when in your slumber's What was her burthen and her bane.
You hang the western arch o'er day's proud Man feels a change as great--when man
eye: Feels that immortal spark within
Still as the even-pool, uncurv'd and Whose might no human tongue can tell,
smooth, Which shines to lighten and dispel
My gazing soul has look'd most placidly; The darkness and the weight of sin ;
And higher still devoutly wish'd to strain, When He, wbu form'd Creation's whole, To wipe your shrouds and sky's blue blinders To school and guide the human soul,
by, Bids o'er the intellectual skies
With all the warmness of a moon-struck The Sun of Righteousness arise,
brain,And things of heaven and earth assume To catch a glimpse of Him who bids you Their proper shape of light or gloom.”
And view the dwelling of ALL MAJESTY.
snow, Adorn and bless the mental sky,
Long had I watch'd the glory moving on, And then his glories never die !
O’er the still radiance of the lake below; Tranquil its spirit seem'd, and floated slow,
E'en in its very motion there was rest;
While ev'ry breath of eve that chanced to TO THE CLOUDS.
Wafted the trav’ller to the beauteous west. O PAINTED CLOUUS! sweet beauties of the Emblein, methought, of the departed soul sky,
To whose white robe the gleam of bliss How have I viewed your motion and
is giv'n, your rest,
And by the breath of mercy made to roll When like fleet hunters ye have left mine
Right onward to the golden gates of heav'n, eye,
Where to the eye of faith it peaceful lies, In your thiv gauze of woolly-Neecing drest: And tells to man his glorious destinies.
The evening was glorious, and light through the trees,
For the Queen of the Spring, as she pass'd down the vale,
The skies, like a banner in sunset unrolld,
We gaz'd on the scenes, while around us they glow'd,
Like a Spirit, it came in the van of a storm!
In the hues of its grandeur, sublimely it stood,
'Twas the bow of Omnipotence; bent in His hand,
Not dreadful, as when in the whirlwind he pleads,
In the breath of his presence, when thousands expire,
Not such was that Rainbow, that beautiful one!
Awhile, and it sweetly bent over the gloom,
I gaz'd not alone on that source of my song;--
Exulting on thy course snblime,
When first thy ruddy pipions lave
See, yonder comes the powerful King of
Day, Rejoicing in the east. The less'ning cloud, The kindling azure, and the mountain's brow Illum'd with fluid gold, his near approach Betoken glad. Lo; now, apparent all, Aslant the dew-bright earth, and colour'd air, He looks in boundless majesty abroad; And sheds the shining day, that burnish'd
plays On rocks, and hills, and tow'rs, and wan
dering streams, High-gleaming from afar. Prime cheerer
light! Of all material beings first, and best ! Efflux divine ! Nature's resplendent robe ! Without whose vesting beauty all were
wrapt In unessential gloom; and thou, O Sun! Soul of surrounding worlds! in whom best
Unchang'd art thou when darkness shrouds,
The mountain-oak, with age shall fall, The everlasting hills decay;
Shines out thy Maker! may I sing of thee?