LOVE OF NATURE. LAD sight wherever new with old GLA Is joined through some dear home-born tie; Depends upon that mystery. The beauty vain of field and grove, Unless, while with admiring eye We gaze, we also learn to love. INSIGHT. WORDSWORTH. I GRIEVE not that ripe knowledge takes away The charm that Nature to my childhood wore, For, with that insight, cometh, day by day, A greater bliss than wonder was before; JAMES RUSSELL Lowell. LESSONS FROM THE GORSE. 'To win the secret of a weed's plain heart.'-Lowell, OUNTAIN gorses, ever golden, Μου Cankered not the whole year long! Do ye teach us to be strong, Howsoever pricked and holden Like your thorny blooms, and so Trodden on by rain and snow, Up the hill-side of this life, as bleak as where ye grow? Mountain blossoms, shining blossoms, Do ye teach us to be glad When no summer can be had, Tokens to the wintry earth that Beauty liveth still! Mountain gorses, do ye teach us From that academic chair Canopied with azure air, That the wisest word man reaches grasses meek! Mountain gorses, since Linnæus For your teaching, ye should see us Whence arisen,-if one or two Drops be on our cheeks-O world, they are not tears but dew. ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. MY DOVES. 'O Weisheit! du red'st wie eine Taube!'-GOETHE, MY little doves have left a nest Upon an Indian tree, Whose leaves fantastic take their rest, The tropic flowers looked up to it, And glittering eyes that showed their right And God them taught, at every close The meaning of the earth and sea. Fit ministers! Of living loves Theirs hath the calmest fashion, The lovely monotone of springs My little doves were ta'en away From that glad nest of theirs, Across an ocean rolling grey, My little doves, who lately knew And now, within the city prison, In mist and chillness pent, With sudden upward look they listen For lapse of water, swell of breeze, The stir without the glow of passion, The gold and silver as they clash on The roar of wheels, the cry for bread, Yet still, as on my human hand (Their eyes with such a plaintive shine Are fastened upwardly to mine!) Soft falls their chant as on the nest For love that stirred it in their breast And 'neath the city's shade can keep The well of music clear and deep. And love, that keeps the music, fills All flowings from the wave and wind, So teach ye me the wisest part, And vocal with such songs as own 'Twas hard to sing by Babel's stream - For sunless walls-let us begin, Who wear immortal wings within! |