A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF GOD. They say that God lives very high! But if you look above the pines You cannot see our God. And why? it. And if you dig down in the mines m. God is so good. He wears a fold Of heaven and earth across his face— Like secrets kept, for love, untold. iv. But still I feel that His embrace Slides down by thrills, through all things made, Through sight and sound of every place; v. As if my tender mother laid On my shut lids, her kisses' pressure, Half-waking me at night; and said * Who kissed you through the dark, dear guesser 1' The monarch's crown, to light th« brows ?— 'He giveth His beloved, sleep.' tu. What do we give to our beloved? A little faith all undisproved, A little dust to overweep, And bitter memories to make The whole earth blasted for our sake. 'He giveth His beloved, sleep.' iv, 'Sleep soft, beloved I' we sometimes say But have no tune to charm away But never doleful dream again v. O earth, so full of dreary noises! 0 strife, O curse, that o'er it fa:l! vi. His dews drop mutely on the hill, vn. Ay, men may wonder while they scan I think their happy smile is heard— vitt. For me, my heart that erst did go Would now its wearied vision close. iX. And, friends, dear friends,—when it shall be That this low breath is gone from me, MAN AND NATURE. A Sad man on a summer day Did look upon the earth and say— * Purple cloud the hill-top binding; To your fellow flowers beneath you; But when the summer day was past, 'Because, O cloud, Branchless trees, that shake your head Wildly o'er your blossoms spread Where the common flowers are found; Flowers, with foreheads to the ground; Ground, that shriek est while the sea With his iron smiteth thee— I am, besides, the only one Who can be bright without the sun.' A SEA-SIDE WALK.. We walked beside the sea After a day which perished silently Of its own glory—like the Princes* weird Who, combating; the Genius, scorched and seared. Uttered with burning breath, ' Ho ! victory I' And sank adown an heap of ashes pale. So runs the Arab tale. tt. The sky above as showed An universal and unmoving cloud. On which the cliffs permitted us to see Only the outline of their majesty, As master minds, when gazed at by the crowd I And, shining with a gloom, the water Swang in its moon-taught way. iii. Nor moon, nor stars were out. They did not dare to tread so soon about. Though trembling, in the footsteps of the sun. The light was neither night's nor day's, but one Which, life-like, had a beauty in its doubt: And Silence's impassioned breathings round Seemed wandering into sound. O solemn-beating heart Of nature! I have knowledge that thou art Bound unto man's by cords he cannot sever— And, what time they are slackened by him ever. So to attest his own supernal part. v. For though we never spoke Of the grey water and the shaded rock, Dark wave and stone unconsciously were fused Into the plaintive speaking that we used Of absent friends and memories unfor sook; And, had we seen each other's face, we had Seen haply, each was sad. THE SEA-MEW. AFFECTiONATELY iNSCRiBED TO M. E. H. How joyously the young sea-mew tt. Familiar with the waves and free m. And such a brightness in his eye, iv. We were not cruel* yet did sunder And bound it, while his fearless eyes v. We bore our ocean bird unto vi. But flowers of earth were pale to him Who had seen the rainbow fishes swim; And when earth's dew around him lay He thought of ocean's winged spray, And his eye waxed sad and dim. vtt, The green trees round him only made vitt. Then One her gladsome face did bring, iX. He lay down in his grief to die, MY DOVES. 0 Weisheit i Du red'st wie elue Ttmbe! Gobthe, My little doves have left a nest Upon an Indian tree. Or motion from the sea: The tropic flowers looked up to it, The tropic stars looked down. And there my little doves did sit, With feathers softly brown. And glittering eyes that showed their right To general Nature's deep delight. And God them taught, at every close And green leaves round, to interpose Interpreting that love must be The meantng of the earth and sea Fit ministers! Of living loves. Their living voice the likest moves Their lovely monotone of springs And winds and such insensate things. My little doves were ta'en away Across an ocean rolling grey, My little doves!—who lately knew The sky and wave by warmth and blue! And now, within the city prison. In mist and chillness pent, For sounds of past content— The stir without the glow of passion— The triumph of the mart— Man's cold and metallic heart— Yet still, as on my human hand And almost seem to understand (Their eyes with such a plaintive shine, Are fastened upwardly to mine!) Soft falls their chant as on the nest, Beneath the sunny zone; Has not aweary grown. And love that keeps the music, nils With pastoral memories; All droppings from the skies, So teach ye me the wisest part, My little doves I to move Assured by holy love, 'Twas hard to sing by Babel's stream— But if the soulless creatures deem For sunless walls—let us begin, Who wear immortal wings within! To me, fair memories belong For no regret, but present song, And very soon to break away. Like types, in purer things than they. I will have hopes that cannot fade, I will have humble thoughts instead My spirit and my God shall be My sea-ward hill, my boundless sea! TO MARY RUSSELL MITFORD. iN HER GARDEN. What time I lay these rbymes anear tby feet, Benignant friend! I will not proudly say As better poets use, 'These flowers I lay, ' Because I would not wrong tby roses sweet, Blaspheming so their name. And yet, repeat Thou, overleaning them this springtime day. With heart as open to love as theirs to May, 'Low-rooted verse may reach some heavenly heat, Even like my blossoms, if as naturetrue. Though not as precious.' Thou art unperplext. Dear friend, in whose dear writings drops the dew And blow the natural airs; thou, who art next To nature's self in cheering the world's view. To preach a sermon on so known a text! THE EXILE'S RETURN. When from thee, weeping I removed, I thought not to return, Beloved, I come again to hill and lea, tt. I clasped thy hand when standing last Upon the shore in sight. I shall be there to night! /shall be there—no longer we— No more with thee. m. •Had I beheld thee dead and still, How heart of thine could turn as chill How change could touch the falsehoodfree And changeless thee! iv. But now thy fervid looks last-seen Within my soul remain, To be no more again— A word from thee. I could not bear to look upon Where one sweet voice is silence,—one rEthereal brow decay; Where all thy mortal I may see, vt. For thou art where all friends are gone Whose parting pain is o'er: And I who love and weep alone, Where thou wilt weep no more. Weep bitterly and selfishly. For me, not thee. vn. I know, Beloved, thou canst not know That I endure this pain! For saints in Heaven, the Scriptures show Can never grieve again— And grief known mine, even there, would be Still shared by thee! A SONG AGAINST SINGING. TO E. J. H. They bid me sing to thee, Thou golden-haired and silver-voicad child, With lips by no worse sigh than sleep's defiled; With eyes unknowing how tears dim the sight; With feet all trembling at the new delight Treaders of earth to be! tt. Ah no! the lark may bring A song to thee from out the morning cloud; The merry river from its lilies bowed; The brisk rain from the trees ; the lucky wind. |