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But high she shoots through air and light,
Above all low delay;
Nor shadow dims her way.
From pride and passion free,
To hold my course to thee.
My soul, as home she springs;
INFLUENCE OF HOPE ON THE MIND. At summer eve, when Heaven's aërial bow Spans with bright arch the glittering fields below, Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye, Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky ? Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near?'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain of its azure hue. Thus with delight we linger to survey The promised joys of life's unmeasured way, Thus from afar each dim-discover'd scene More pleasing seems than all the past hath been! And every form, that Fancy can repair From dark oblivion, glows divinely there. What potent spirit guides the raptured eye To pierce the shades of dim futurity ? Can Wisdom lend, with all her heavenly power, The pledge of Joy's anticipated hour? Ah! no; she darkly sees the fate of manHer dim horizon bounded to a span;
Or, if she hold an image to the view,
Primeval Hope, the Aönian Muses say,
Thus, while Elijah's burning wheels prepare
Auspicious Hope! in thy sweet garden grow
REFLECTIONS ON HAVING LEFT A PLACE
OF RETIREMENT. Low was our pretty Cot: our tallest rose Peep'd at the chamber window. We could hear, At silent noon, and eve, and early morn, The Sea's faint murmur. In the open air Our myrtles blossom’d, and across the porch Thick jasmines twined: the little landscape round Was green and woody, and refresh'd the eye. It was a spot which you might aptly call The VALLEY of SECLUSION! Once I saw (Hallowing the Sabbath-day by quietness) A wealthy son of commerce saunter by, Bristowa's citizen: methought it calma His thirst of gold, and made him muse With wiser feelings : for he paused, and look'd With a pleased sadness, and gazed all around, Then eyed our Cottage, and gazed round again, And sigh'd, and said, it was a Blessed Place. And we were bless'd. Oft with a patient ear, Long-list’ning to the viewless sky-lark's note (Viewless, or haply for a moment seen Gleaming on sunny wing) in whisper'd tones I've said to my beloved, “ Such, sweet girl! The unobtrusive song of Happiness, Unearthly minstrelsy! then only heard When the soul seeks to hear; when all is hush'd, And the Heart listens !".
But the time, when first From that lone dell, steep up the stony mount I climb'd with perilous toil, and reach'd the top, Oh! what a goodly scene! Here the bleak mount, The bare bleak mountain speckled thin with sheep, Gray clouds, that shadowing spot the sunny fields; And river, now with bushy rocks o'erbrow'd, Now winding bright and full, with naked banks, And seats and lawns, the abbey, and the wood,
And cots, and hamlets, and faint city spire,
my praise when I reflect on those
Yet oft when after honourable toil
TO A TUFT OF EARLY VIOLETS. SWEET Flowers ! that from your humble beds
Thus prematurely dare to rise, And trust your unprotected heads
To cold Aquarius' watry skies ; Retire, Retire! these tepid airs
Are not the genial brood of May;
And flatters only to betray.
Lo! while your buds prepare to blow,
And nips your root, and lays you low. Alas! for such ungentle doom!
But I will shield you ; and supply A kindlier soil on which to bloom,
A nobler bed on which to die. Come, then-ere vet the morning ra
Has drunk the dew that gems your crest, And drawn your balmiest sweets away ;
O come, and grace my Anna's breast. Ye droop, fond flowers! But did ye know
What worth, what goodness there reside, Your cups with liveliest tints would glow,
And spread their leaves with conscious pride. For there has liberal Nature join'd
Her riches to the stores of art; And added, to the vigorous mind,
The soft, the sympathizing heart.Come, then-ere yet the morning ray
Has drunk the dew that gems your crest, And drawn your balmiest sweets away;
O come, and grace my Anna's breast.