Poems (Angier)/Bay View
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.
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."
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.
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.
Tall trees, pointing upward, breathe softly of heaven,While from scent-laden breezes this message is given:Come, worship in Nature's grand temple to-day,On her moss-covered altars thy thank-offering lay.
Oh! fair Winnisquam, in thy waves' gentle flow,I seem to hear voices I heard long ago;They whisper of crystal sea, laving that shore,"Where the loved from the loving ones part nevermore.