MISCELLANEOUS. SUMMER BY THE LAKESIDE. I. NOON. WHITE clouds, whose shadows haunt the deep, Light mists, whose soft embraces keep O isles of calm !-O dark, still wood! O shapes and hues, dim beckoning, through Yon mountain gaps, my longing view To stiller sea and greener land, Transfused through you, O mountain friends! With mine your solemn spirit blends, And life no more hath separate ends. I read each misty mountain sign, Life's burdens fall, its discords cease, O, welcome calm of heart and mind! So fall the weary years away; This western wind hath Lethean powers, Even Duty's voice is faint and low, And slumberous Conscience, waking slow, Forgets her blotted scroll to show. The Shadow which pursues us all, Whose ever-nearing steps appall, Whose voice we hear behind us call, That Shadow blends with mountain gray, It speaks but what the light waves say,- Rocked on her breast, these pines and I The simple faith remains, that He What mosses over one shall grow, II. EVENING. Yon mountain's side is black with night, While, broad-orbed, o'er its gleaming crown The moon, slow-rounding into sight, On the hushed inland sea looks down. How start to light the clustering isles, Each silver-hemined! How sharply show The shadows of their rocky piles, And tree-tops in the wave below! How far and strange the mountains seem, Dim-looming through the pale, still light! The vague, vast grouping of a dream, They stretch into the solemn night. Beneath, lake, wood, and peopled vale, Hushed by that presence grand and grave, Are silent, save the cricket's wail, And low response of leaf and wave. THE HERMIT OF THE THEBAID. Fair scenes! whereto the Day and Night Shall hide behind yon rocky spines, And the young archer, Morn, shall break His arrows on the mountain pines, Farewell! around this smiling bay Gay-hearted Health, and Life in bloom, With lighter steps than mine, may stray In radiant summers yet to come. But none shall more regretful leave These waters and these hills than I : Or, distant, fonder dream how eve Or dawn is painting wave and sky; How rising moons shine sad and mild On wooded isle and silvering bay; Or setting suns beyond the piled And purple mountains lead the day; Nor laughing girl, nor bearding boy, Nor full-pulsed manhood, lingering here, Shall add, to life's abounding joy, Still waits kind Nature to impart Her choicest gifts to such as gain An entrance to her loving heart Through the sharp discipline of pain. Forever from the Hand that takes One blessing from us others fall; And, soon or late, our Father makes His perfect recompense to all! O, watched by Silence and the Night, And folded in the strong embrace Of the great mountains, with the light Of the sweet heavens upon thy face, Lake of the Northland! keep thy dower Of beauty still, and while above Thy solemn mountains speak of power, Be thou the mirror of God's love. 225 BURNS. BURNS. ON RECEIVING A SPRIG OF HEATHER IN BLOSSOM. No more these simple flowers belong They bloom the wide world over. In smiles and tears, in sun and show ers, The minstrel and the heather, The deathless singer and the flowers He sang of live together. Wild heather-bells and Robert Burns! The gray sky wears again its gold The dews that washed the dust and soil I call to mind the summer day, The early harvest mowing, I hear the blackbird in the corn, How oft that day, with fond delay, Bees hummed, birds twittered, overhead I heard the squirrels leaping, The good dog listened while I read, . And wagged his tail in keeping. I watched him while in sportive mood I read "The Twa Dogs' " story, And half believed he understood The poet's allegory. 227 Sweet day, sweet songs!- The golden hours Grew brighter for that singing, From brook and bird and meadow flowers A dearer welcome bringing. New light on home-seen Nature beamed, New glory over Woman; I woke to find the simple truth That Nature gives her handmaid, Art, In every tongue rehearsing. I saw through all familiar things I saw the same blithe day return, I matched with Scotland's heathery hills The child of God's baptizing! |