POEMS.
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Sweet Nature, with your myriad cheerful changes,
Your waving tresses in laburnum trees,
Your stately heathers and your moated granges,
Your rocky coasts and your tremendous seas!
Your waving tresses in laburnum trees,
Your stately heathers and your moated granges,
Your rocky coasts and your tremendous seas!
Your hoary oaks, the aspen's painful quiver,
The river grasses that my spirit hears
Upon the reedy banks of yonder river,
That drowns itself in jets of pearly tears.
The river grasses that my spirit hears
Upon the reedy banks of yonder river,
That drowns itself in jets of pearly tears.
I care not for the world, the gorgeous city
That lies all rotten at its inmost care,
But that I feel within a deep, deep pity
Of what must be, till "time shall be no more."
That lies all rotten at its inmost care,
But that I feel within a deep, deep pity
Of what must be, till "time shall be no more."
The stillness of the country and its beauty,
The little lives that burst upon our sight,
The sense of peace and pleasant round of duty—
All these sum up a life serenely bright.
The little lives that burst upon our sight,
The sense of peace and pleasant round of duty—
All these sum up a life serenely bright.
If I might choose the spot where I would solely
Rest with a sense of happiness to come,
It should be in the country rapt and holy,
A spot a wearied spirit might call—Home.
Rest with a sense of happiness to come,
It should be in the country rapt and holy,
A spot a wearied spirit might call—Home.
CATHEDRAL CHIMES.
"Bells—the music nighest bordering upon heaven."
C. Lamb.
C. Lamb.
FAR away I heard them
Through the tranquil air,
In the distance pealing,
Like sweet voices stealing
Through a world so fair.
Through the tranquil air,
In the distance pealing,
Like sweet voices stealing
Through a world so fair.
