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We over-rule and over-teach,
No, only taught by love to love,
Are all its brief years ask.
Enjoy thy happiness, sweet child,
And let the gazer on thy face
Grow glad with watching thee,
IMAGINATION; honourable aims;
For never touch of gladness stirs my heart,
Beloved! 'tis not thine; thou art not there!
The mother, with anticipated glee
Smiles o'er the child, that, standing by her chair
To mock the coming sounds. At that sweet sight
Then is she tenfold gladder than before!
RECORDS OF PASSING THOUGHT.
A REMEMBRANCE OF GRASMERE.
O VALE and lake, within your mountain-urn
Colouring the tender shadows of my sleep
Isles of the blest; and in our memory keep
Still, still unchanged may one sweet region wear Smiles that subdue the soul to love, and tears, and
THOUGHTS CONNECTED WITH TREES.
Trees, gracious trees; how rich a gift ye are,
How the whole picture of a childhood lies Oft 'midst your boughs forgotten, buried deep,
Till gazing through them up the summer skies, As hush'd we stand, a breeze perchance may creep, And old sweet leaf-sounds reach the inner world Where memory coils; and lo! at once unfurl'd The past, a glowing scroll, before our sight Spreads clear! while gushing from their long-seal'd
Young thoughts, pure dreams, undoubting prayers
And a lost mother's eye gives back its holy light.
And ye are strong to shelter! all meek things,
All that need home and covert, love your shades: Birds of shy song, and low-voiced quiet springs, And stealthy violets, by the winds betray'd. Childhood beneath your fresh green tents hath play'd
With his first primrose-wealth; there Love hath sought A veiling gloom for his unutter'd thought,
And silent grief, of day's keen glance afraid, A refuge for his tears; and oft-times there Hath lone devotion found a place of prayer,
A native temple, solemn, hush'd, and dim; For wheresoe'er your murmuring tremors thrill The woody twilight, there man's heart hath still Confess'd a spirit's breath, and heard a ceaseless hymn.
READING "PAUL AND VIRGINIA IN CHILDHOOD. O gentle story of the Indian Isle!
I loved thee in my lonely childhood well, On the sea-shore, when day's last purple smile Slept on the waters, and their hollow swell And dying cadence lent a deeper spell Unto thine ocean-pictures. 'Midst thy palms,
And strange bright birds, my fancy joy'd to dwell, And watch the Southern Cross through midnight
And track the spicy woods. Yet more I bless'd
Thy vision of sweet love, kind, trustful, true, Lighting the citron groves-a heavenly guest
With such pure smiles as Paradise once knew. Even then my young heart wept o'er this world's
To reach and blight that holiest Eden flower.
THOUGHT AT SUNSET.
Still that last look is solemn-though thy rays,
When Earth too much adored thee, what a swell Of mournful passion, deepening mighty lays,
Told how the dying bade thy light farewell;
Heirs of a purer day, with its unsetting star.
IMAGES OF PATRIARCHAL LIFE.
Calm scenes of patriarch life! how long a power
O'er the true heart, which, in its childhood's hour,
The tent, the palm-tree, the reposing flock,
Oh! by how subtle, yet how strong a chain,
The matin-bird, the ripple of a stream,
ATTRACTION OF THE EAST.
What secret current of man's nature turns
Unto the golden East, with ceaseless flow?
Still doth the traveller through the deserts wind,
Is it some quenchless instinct, which from far
Lay in bright peace? O thou, true Eastern Star! Saviour, atoning Lord! where'er we roam,
Draw still our hearts to thee; else, else how vain Their hope the fair lost birth-right to regain!
TO AN AGED FRIEND.
Not long thy voice amongst us may be heard,