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With truth and nature, cause thy unveiled soul,
Like Moses' face, to glow with obvious light
Be a commandment to thy devious step,
And keep thee on thy high, immortal march.
The body climbs toward heaven in vain the soul,
If it will climb, may reach and enter in.

THE WILLEY HOUSE.

HERE pause upon this ruin. What a tale
Of grandeur and of woe is written here!
He, whom we think not of, because his power
Leads all things gently with the cords of love,
Doth sometimes teach us with a startling blow,
That wakes our senses to his majesty.

He touched the trembling mountain and it fell, -
Fell, with its burden of rent rocks and trees

Of giant growth, a fearful avalanche,—

Fell, amid storm and tempest, while the clouds

Dropped down in floods, and angry lightnings flashed,
And thunders echoing rolled. It seemed as God
Descended in his terrors, as of old

On Sinai, wrapped in darkness, clouds, and storm.
The mountain felt him near,

And trembled from its base; the swelling streams,
Each with its own commission, carried forth
The message of destruction, bidding man
Tremble, adore, and think upon his God.

Behold this house. Thus near the horror came,

A few short feet, and stayed, and left it safe.
O, had its panic-stricken tenants staid,

They had been safe; but in their fear they fled, –
Fled from their shelter to the very death

They feared. The morning saw them in their tranquil home,

A family of love; the mother smiled

Upon her five young mountaineers, and joyed
To aid them in their sports, and lead them on
To better things than sport. The drizzly rains
Confined the father, too, within; and much

They talked, perchance, and marvelled at the storm,
That, seemingly exhausted, still poured on

Floods inexhaustible, and gathering

Blackness and fury tenfold, as the day
Passed on. Yet what felt they of fear, or why?
Were they not sheltered in a quiet home?
And what but pleasure, from their nook secure,
To look abroad on this sublime display

Of nature's glorious and unusual pomp ?

So came the eve, and with the eve came fear.
The tumult thickens, fiercer winds arise,
More copious torrents fall, the mountain groans,
Signs of unwonted dread are heard abroad.
But what do they portend?—the danger, what?
The safety, where? in quiet or in flight?
O, horrible suspense! and, at some sound
Of ominous import, forth at once

Wife, husband, children, in distraction rush.
Again the sound terrific, like the crash

Of earth's last wreck, burst on their frightened ear,
And the descending ruin bears them down.

They sleep in peace; and, humble as they were, Few of earth's honored sons have monument Magnificent as this.

To form it, this perpetual hill did bow,

These hoary rocks forsook their ancient base,
And here, while time shall last, the funeral pile

Shall tell where they repose. The crowds that come

To worship at this mountain, countless tribes,
With numbers yearly growing, shall be found
Seeking their sepulchre, to learn their names,
To hear the story of their fate, and speak
One word of pity at the awful tale.

Sleep, then, in peace; unwonted death was yours;
Yours an unwonted monument; and yours
Funereal pomp that kings have never known.
Here, in the embosomed depth

Of these your native mountains, sleep in peace,
Till the last tempest rend the mount again,
And call you from its bosom into light.

RED HILL.

THEN reverently we bared our heads, and stood; And from that holy bard, whose sightless eye Beheld the wonders of the Invisible, We raised the hymn so worthy Paradise, In its pure early worship. With the words I trust our hearts rose up; the morning wind Bore them, like incense, upward, and there seemed

A soul of deep devotion breathed abroad

On all the things we saw they heard the call,

The eloquent call, of Milton and of God,

And uttered praise. The sun and clouds in heaven
Heard, as they rose above us, and replied;
The lake responded with her thousand isles;
The mountains, that encompassed us around,
Near and more distant, seemed to bow assent;
The birds joined harmony; the lowing kine,
The waving trees, the lowly herb beneath
Our feet, with burden of rich fruit, and last
The scattered hamlets, whose ascending smokes
Showed human life awaking to the day, -
All seemed to hear and join the act of praise.
So to our hearts it seemed, so full, so warm.
So loud, the burst of holy praise rung forth.
In words that reach and rouse the inmost soul

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