POEMS.
103
Your good father lives; the ocean,
Silvered with a myriad lights,
Rising in sublime emotion
Thunders o'er the rocky heights.
You, his only little daughter
Sailed long since across that water.
Silvered with a myriad lights,
Rising in sublime emotion
Thunders o'er the rocky heights.
You, his only little daughter
Sailed long since across that water.
And we heard those waves of rapture
Sing on an unconscious chime,
Yet I long had failed to capture
All the meaning of their rhyme,
Of those voices, deep, sonorous,
Swelling in tumultuous chorus!
Sing on an unconscious chime,
Yet I long had failed to capture
All the meaning of their rhyme,
Of those voices, deep, sonorous,
Swelling in tumultuous chorus!
Little Alice knows their meaning,
Children see with clearer eyes,
For bright spirits downward beaming
Teach them many mysteries.
They catch first heaven's intonation
By their humbleness of station.
Children see with clearer eyes,
For bright spirits downward beaming
Teach them many mysteries.
They catch first heaven's intonation
By their humbleness of station.
Now with me in English fashion
You are rooted firm and fast,
And I love you with a passion
That will through a lifetime last.
You are sipping from love's chalice,
And the angels call you Alice.
You are rooted firm and fast,
And I love you with a passion
That will through a lifetime last.
You are sipping from love's chalice,
And the angels call you Alice.
Little footsteps 'neath the casement
Of my study framed in green,
Of my study framed in green,
