BAY VIEW.
A vision of beauty! it comes not in dream,
To vanish like mist, or the shadow from stream;
For on memory's canvas is painted to-day,
In colors bright, fadeless, yon beautiful bay.
To vanish like mist, or the shadow from stream;
For on memory's canvas is painted to-day,
In colors bright, fadeless, yon beautiful bay.
It sleeps like a babe on a fond mother's breast,
Nor ripple, nor murmur, so tranquil its rest;
It mirrors the landscape like calm Galilee,
When a voice stilled the tempest with, "Peace, troubled sea."
Nor ripple, nor murmur, so tranquil its rest;
It mirrors the landscape like calm Galilee,
When a voice stilled the tempest with, "Peace, troubled sea."
The great Spirit's blessing in token of love,
Is brooding o'er all like some white winged dove;
Skies cloudless, serene, o'erarching the scene,
Are blending their hues, azure, amber, and green.
Is brooding o'er all like some white winged dove;
Skies cloudless, serene, o'erarching the scene,
Are blending their hues, azure, amber, and green.
Soft valley in verdure, gray mountain in pride,
Rejoicing clasp hands, proud bridegroom, fair bride;
White sail in the distance, and light-dipping oar,
Steal silently by as they glide to the shore.
Rejoicing clasp hands, proud bridegroom, fair bride;
White sail in the distance, and light-dipping oar,
Steal silently by as they glide to the shore.
