Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 42 1834/The Same
The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 42, Page 17
XII.
The Same
And ye are strong to shelter! all meek things,
All that need home and covert, love your shade:
Birds of shy song, and low-voiced quiet springs,
And stealthy violets, by the winds betrayed.
Childhood beneath your fresh green tents hath played
With his first primrose-wealth; there Love hath sought
A veiling gloom for his unuttered thought,
And silent grief, of day's keen glance afraid,
A refuge for his tears; and oft-times there
Hath lone devotion found a place of prayer,
A native temple, solemn, hushed, and dim;
For wheresoe'er your murmuring tremors thrill
The woody twilight, there man's heart hath still
Confessed a spirit's breath, and heard a ceaseless hymn.