FOUNTAINS ABBEY. BBEY! for ever smiling pensively, How like a thing of Nature dost thou rise Amid her loveliest works! as if the skies, Clouded with grief, were arched thy roof to be, And the tall trees were copied all from thee! Mourning thy fortunes-while the waters dim Flow like the memory of thy evening hymn, Beautiful in their sorrowing sympathy; As if they with a weeping sister wept, Winds name thy name! But thou, tho' sad, art calm, TO THE GRASSHOPPER AND THE CRICKET. REEN little vaulter in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When even the bees lag at the summoning brass; With those who think the candles come too soon, One to the fields, the other to the hearth, Both have your sunshine; both, tho' small, are strong At your clear hearts; and both seem given to earth To sing in thoughtful ears this natural song In doors and out, summer and winter, Mirth. THE NILE. T flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands, dream, And times and things, as in that vision, seem Keeping along it their eternal stands,— Caves, pillars, pyramids, the shepherd bands That roamed through the young world, the glory extreme Of high Sesostris, and that southern beam, The laughing queen that caught the world's great hands. Then comes a mightier silence, stern and strong, As of a world left empty of its throng, And the void weighs on us; and then we wake, ORFORD CASTLE. EACON for barks that navigate the stream Yea, now with lingering grandeur thou look'st down And though thy keep be but the ruin'd crown HE butterfly, which sports on gaudy wing; The sunflower, in broad daylight glistening; Lives but to bask in fashion's vain display, Whose industry for future hours provides ; - Unseen along, the flower which gives the lea Fragrance and loveliness, are types of thee, And of the active worth thy modest merit hides. |