246 So7ig of the Winds. [April,
SONG OF THE WINDS.
By Henry B. Carrington.
I.
Thin as the viewless air,
Swifter than dreams can be, Above, around, and everywhere,
We speed with pinions free. No barrier bounds our path,
But, ever, to and fro. Angels of mercy and of wrath,
Onward, in haste we go.
ir.
Our birth, mid Chaos rude,
Ere Earth had formed its shell ; And nursed we were, in solitude,
Where hoary night did dwell. We tossed her raven hair,
Ere sun began to glow, And whirled the atoms through the air,
To form the moon, I trow.
III.
We heard the Eternal Voice
Pronounce, " Let there be Light ! " And, shrieking, fled, beneath the wings
Of the escaping Night. We saw the earth arise,
Childlike, from Nature's womb, And flew to it, with joyous cries, —
We knew it was our home.
IV.
How brilliant, then, its dyes,
O'er past we could not grieve ; — We rocked the trees of Paradise,
And whisked the locks of Eve. Mid things so gay and calm.
With wings, as those of doves, We floated o'er those fields of balm.
As lightest zephyr roves.
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