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THE INNER VISION.
To pace the ground, if path there be or none,
THE GLORY OF NATURE.
Had scattered from its wheels the twilight dun,
If only once blind eyes had seen the Spring,
Waking amid the triumphs of mid-noon;
But once had seen the lovely Summer boon
If only once deaf ears had heard the joy
Of the wild birds, or morning breezes blowing,
Or silver fountains from their caverns flowing,
If only once weird Time had rent asunder
The curtain of the clouds, and shown us night
Climbing into the awful InfiniteThose stairs whose steps are worlds, above and under, Glory on glory, wonder upon wonder !
The lightnings lit the earthquake on his way;
The sovran thunder spoken to the world ;
The realm-wide banners of the wind unfurled;
Ah ! sure the heart of man, too strongly tried
By Godlike Presences so vast and fair,
Withering with dread, or sick with love's despair, Had wept for ever and to Heaven cried, Or, struck with lightnings of delight, had died.
But he, though heir of Immortality,
With mortal dust too feeble for the sight,
Draws through a veil God's overwhelming light; Use arms the soul-anon there moveth by A more majestic angel--and we die !
THE LATTICE AT SUNRISE.
AS S on my bed at dawn I mused and prayed,
I saw my lattice prankt upon the wall, The flaunting leaves and flitting birds withalA sunny phantom interlaced with shade; "Thanks be to heaven,' in happy mood I said, "What sweeter aid my matins could befall Than this fair glory from the East hath made? What holy sleights hath God, the Lord of all, To bid us feel and see! We are not free To say we see not, for the glory comes Nightly and daily, like the flowing sea ; His lustre pierceth through the midnight glooms; And, at prime hour, behold! He follows me With golden shadows to my secret rooms !'
THE FOREST GLADE.
AS S, one dark morn, I trod a forest glade,
A sunbeam entered at the further end, And ran to meet me through the yielding shadeAs one who in the distance sees a friend, And, smiling, hurries to him; but mine eyes, Bewildered by the change from dark to bright, Received the greeting with a quick surprise At first, and then with tears of pure delight: For sad my thoughts had been—the tempest's wrath Had gloomed the night, and made the morrow grey ; That heavenly guidance humble sorrow hath Had turned my feet into that forest-way, Just when His morning light came down the path, Among the lonely woods at early day.
when the Spring once more Stepping o'er Winter's grave forlorn With wingèd feet retreads the shore
Of widowed Earth, his bosom burn?
As ordered flower succeeds to flower,
And May the ladder of her sweets Ascends, advancing hour by hour
From scale to scale, what heart but beats?
Some Presence veiled, in fields and groves,
That mingles rapture with remorse, Some buried joy beside us moves,
And thrills the soul with such discourse
As they, perchance, that wondering pair
Who to Emmaus bent their way, Hearing, heard not; like them our prayer
We make—“The night is near us . . Stay!'
With Paschal chants the churches ring,
Their echoes strike along the tombs ; The birds their Hallelujahs sing;
Each flower with floral incense fumes.
Our long-lost Eden seems restored;
As on we move with tearful eyes
Some upward-working Paradise.
Three worlds there are :-the first of Sense
That sensuous earth which round us lies; The next of Faith's Intelligence;
The third of Glory, in the skies.
The first is palpable, but base;
The second heavenly, but obscure; The third is starlike in the face
But ah! remote that world as pure !