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And round my bier ye come to weep,
PROVIDENCE. – Herbert.
O SACRED Providence, who, from end to end,
Of all the creatures, both in sea and land,
alone into his hand, And made him secretary of thy praise.
Beasts fain would sing; birds ditty to their notes ;
Man is the world's high priest; he doth present
Tempests are calm to thee; they know thy hand,
cry and follow. Thou hast made poor sand Check the proud sea, even when it swells and gathers.
How finely dost thou times and seasons spin,
Each creature hath a wisdom for his good :
Bees work for man, and yet they never bruise
Who hath the virtue to express the rare
E’en poisons praise thee. Should a thing be lost?
The sea, which seems to stop the traveller,
And as thy house is full, so I adore
All countries have enough to serve their need :
Sometimes thou dost divide thy gifts to man,
But who hath praise enough? Nay, who hath any ? None can express thy works, but he that knows them; And none can know thy works, which are so many And so complete, but only he that owns them.
All things that are, though they have several ways,
Each thing that is, although in use and name
many ways in store
ARETHUSA. – Shelley.
From her couch of snows,
From cloud and from crag,
With many a jag,
She leapt down the rocks
With her rainbow locks Streaming among the streams;
Her steps paved with green
The downward ravine, Which slopes to the western gleams :
And gliding and springing
She went, ever singing In murmurs as soft as sleep ;
The Earth seemed to love her,
And Heaven smiled above her, As she lingered towards the deep.
Then Alpheus bold,
On his glacier cold,
And opened a chasm
- with the spasm All Erymanthus shook.
And the black south wind
It concealed behind The urns of the silent snow,
And earthquake and thunder
Did rend in sunder
The beard and the hair
Of the river-god were
As he followed the light
Of the fleet nymph's flight To the brink of the Dorian deep.
“O, save me! O, guide me,
And bid the deep hide me! For he grasps me now by the hair !"
The loud Ocean heard,
To its blue depth stirred, And divided at her prayer ;
And under the water
The Earth's white daughter Fled like a sunny beam;
Behind her descended
Her billows unblended
Like a gloomy stain
On the emerald main, Alpheus rushed behind,
As an eagle pursuing
A dove to its ruin
Under the bowers
Where the Ocean Powers Sit on their pearlèd thrones,
Through the coral woods
Of the weltering floods, Over heaps of unvalued stones,
Through the dim beams
Which amid the streams Weave a net-work of colored light,
And under the caves
Where the shadowy waves
Outspeeding the shark,
And the sword-fish dark, Under the ocean-foam,
And up through the rifts
Of the mountain clifts
And now from their fountains
In Enna's mountains,
Like friends once parted,
Grown single-hearted, They ply their watery tasks.