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2. How deep is the tranquillity! the trees Are slumbering through their multitude of boughs, Even to the leaflet on the frailest twig! A twilight gloom pervades the distant hills; An azure softness mingling with the sky. Then drags the fishinan to the yellow shore His laden nets; and, in the sheltering cove, Behind yon rocky point, his shallop moors, To teinpt again the perilous deep at dawn.
3. The sea is waveless, as a lake ingulld "Mid sheltering hills --without a ripple spreads Iis bosom, silent and immense,-the hues Of flickering day have from its surface died, Leaving it garb'd in sunless majesty. With bosoming branches round, yon village hange Its rows of lofty elm trees; silenily, Towering in spiral wreaths to the soft sky, The smoke from many a cheerful hearth ascends, Melting in ether. 4.
The evening star illumines the blue south,
Twinkling in loveliness. O! holy star,
Thou bright dispenser of the twilight dews,-
Thou herald of Night's glowing galaxy,
And harbinger of social bliss !-how oft,
Amid the twilights of departed years,
Resting beside the river's mirror clear,
On trunk of massy oak, with eyes upturn'd
To thee in admiration, have I sat,
Dreaming sweet dreams till earth-born turbulence
Was all forgot; and thinking that in thee,
Far from the rudeness of this jarring world,
There might be realms of quiet happiness!
Niagara Falls. 1. TREMENDOUS torrent! for an instant hush The terrors of thy voice, and cast aside Those wide-involving shadows, that my eyes May see the fearful beauty of thy faceI am not all unworthy of thy sight; For, from my very boyhood, have I loved Shunning the meaner track of common mindoro To look on nature in her loftier moods.
2. At the fierce rushing of the hurricane
At the near burstins of the thunderbolt-
I have been touched with joy; and, when the sea,
Lashed by the wind, hath rocked my bark, and showe
Its yawning caves beneath me, I have loved
Its dangers and the wrath of elements.
But never yet the madness of the sea
Hath moved me, as thy grandeur moves me now
3. Thou flowest on in quiet, till thy waves
Grow broken 'midst the rocks; thy current then
Shoots onward, like the irresistible course
Of destiny. Ah! terrible thy rage!
The hoarse and rapid whirlpools there! My brain
Grows wild, my senses wander, as I gaze
Upon the hurrying waters; and my sight
Vainly would follow, its toward the verge
Sweeps the wide torrent--waves innumerable
Meet there and madden-waves innumerable
Urge on and overtake the waves before,
And disappear in thunder and in foam.
4. They reac!--they leap the barrier : the abyss
Swallows, insatiable, the sinking waves,
A thousand rainbows arch them, and the woods
Are deafened with the roar. The violent shock
Shatters to vapor the descending shcets ;
A cloudy whirlwind fills the gulf, and heaves
The mighty pyramid of circling mist
To heaven. The solitary hunter, near,
Pauses with terror in the forest shades.
5. God of all truth! in other lands I've seen
Lying philosophers, blaspheming men,
Questioners of thy inysteries, that draw
Their fellows deep into impiety;
And therefore doth my spirit seek thy face
In earth's majestic solitudes. Even here
My heart doth open all itself to thee.
In this immensity of loneliness
I feel thy hand upon me. To my ear
The eternal thunder of the cataract brings
Thy voice, and I am humbled as I hear.
6. Dread torrent! that with wonder and with fear
Dost overwhelm the soul of him that looks
Upon thee, and dost bear it from itself,–
Whence hast thou thy beginning? Who supplies
Age after age, thy unexhausted springs?
What power hath ordered, that, when all thy weight
Descends into the deep, the swollen waves
Rise not, and roll to overwhelm the earth?
7. The Lord hath opened his omnipotent hand,
Covered thy face with clouds, and given his voice
To thy down-rushing waters; he hatlı girt
Thy terrible forehead with his radiant bow.
I see thy never-resting waters run,
And I bethink me how the tide of time
Sweeps to eternity. So
pass man Pass-like a noon-day dream-the blossoming days, And he awakes to sorrow.
6. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon lurid SUR Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling
Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun,
Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
7. The combat deepens. On, ye brave,
Who rush to glory, or the grave!
Wave, Munich, all thy banners wave!
And charge with all thy chivalry!
8. Ah! few shall part where many mecky
The snow shall be their winding sheet,
And every turf beneath their feet,
Shall be a soldier's sepulcher.
1. Sweet the beams of rosy morning,
Şilent chasing gloom away;
Lovely tints the sky adorning,
Harbingers of opening day !
See the king of day appearing,
Slow his progress and serene;
Soon I feel the influence, cheering,
Of this grand and lovely scene!
2. Lovely songsters join their voices
Harmony the grove pervades;
All in nature now rejoices,
Light and joy succeed the shades.
Stars withdraw, and man arises,
To his labor cheerful goes ;
Day's returning blessings prizes,
And in praise Lis pleasure shows!"
3. May each morn that in succession,
Adds new mercies ever flowing,
Leave a strong and deep impression
Of my debt, for ever growing!
Debt of love, ah! how increasing!
Days and years fresh blessings bring :
But my praise shall flow unceasing,
And my Maker's love I'll sing!
The envious Man. 1. Muou was removed that tempted onco lo sta Avarice no gold, no wine the drunkard naw:
But envy had enough, as heretofore,
To fill his heart with gall and bitterness.
What made the man of envy what he was,
Was worth in others, vileness in himself,
A lust of praise, with undeserving deeds,
And conscious poverty of soul: and still
It was his earnest work and daily toii
With lying tongue, to raake the noble seem
Mean as himself.
On fame's high hill he saw
The laurel spread its everlasting green,
And wished to climb; but felt his knees too weak;
And stood below unhappy. laying hands
Upon the strong ascending gloriously
The steps of honor, bent to draw them back;
Involving of the brightness of their path
In mists his breath had raised.
Whene'er he heard,
As oft he did, of joy and happiness,
And great prosperity, and rising worth,
'Twas like a wave of wormwood o'er his sou.
Rolling its bitterness his joy was wo-
The wo of others: when from wealth to want,
From praises to reproach, from peace to strife,
From mirth to tears, he saw a brother fall,
Or virtue make a slip—his dreams were sweet.
4. But chief with slander, daughter of his own,
He took unhallowed pleasure; when she talked,
And with her filthy lips defiled the best,
His ear drew near; with wide attention gaped
His mouth; his eye, well pleased, as eager gazed
As glutton, when the dish he most desired
Was placed before him; and a horrid mirth,
At intervals, with laughter shook his sides.
1. FAIR as the dawning light ! auspicious guest !
Source of all comfort to the human breast !
Depriv'd of thee, in sad despair we moan,
And tedious roll the heavy moments on.
Though beauteous objects all around us rise,
To charm the fancy, and delight the eyes;