9
THE THUNDER STORM.
E'er morning dawned I bent my wandering steps
To yonder rising hill, and gained its summit;
And thence, assisted by the approaching light,
With transport I beheld the beauteous earth,
Clothed in the gay luxurient garb of summer;
And high above, the glorious vault of heaven
Far as my ravished eyes could stretch their sight.
To yonder rising hill, and gained its summit;
And thence, assisted by the approaching light,
With transport I beheld the beauteous earth,
Clothed in the gay luxurient garb of summer;
And high above, the glorious vault of heaven
Far as my ravished eyes could stretch their sight.
The first awaking beams of rosy morn
Were gently stealing through the eastern sky,
And tinging with faint beams the scattered clouds
Till deeper dyed, and richly edged with gold,
They, gently opening, by degrees displayed
The glorious rising sun. Transfixed I stood
Intently gazing on the beauteous scene,
Until a voice, in gentle accents, stole
Upon my ear,—and soon three lovely forms
My wandering eyes arrested;—one, a female
Clad in the doleful garb of widowhood.
Though young and lovely, on her features dwelt
A look of sadness; but mild resignation
Gave to her pallid cheek, though sad—a smile.
A blooming child hung fondly on each arm—
A boy and girl, emblems of innocence,
Of health and happiness. A starting tear
Fell from the mother's eye whilst thus she spoke:—
"My dearest children let us here repose
"Our weaned limbs, and with meek gratitude
Were gently stealing through the eastern sky,
And tinging with faint beams the scattered clouds
Till deeper dyed, and richly edged with gold,
They, gently opening, by degrees displayed
The glorious rising sun. Transfixed I stood
Intently gazing on the beauteous scene,
Until a voice, in gentle accents, stole
Upon my ear,—and soon three lovely forms
My wandering eyes arrested;—one, a female
Clad in the doleful garb of widowhood.
Though young and lovely, on her features dwelt
A look of sadness; but mild resignation
Gave to her pallid cheek, though sad—a smile.
A blooming child hung fondly on each arm—
A boy and girl, emblems of innocence,
Of health and happiness. A starting tear
Fell from the mother's eye whilst thus she spoke:—
"My dearest children let us here repose
"Our weaned limbs, and with meek gratitude
