THE RECLUSE. Hast seen the many-coloured bow of life, As chance directs? Is it too much to rise kiss? Open is Nature's book that all may read And learn how life is made both pure and free With shade and sunshine charged alike with bliss. SIN. O joyous morning of the primal world! Our pure sweet Eve, bound round about with love So that the universe seems finished now. Lo there! she feels the odorous gales which move THE FURNACE. See how the fire rude silver purifies, Whilst here, what there in glorious life is wrought, When chastened pure we breathe in paradise. YOUTH. In meadows bright with verdure of the Spring, Through which a stream pursued its lingering way, Changeful in hue as changed the passing day, A child plucked flowers and thus I heard him sing With voice as clear as sky-lark on the wing: When birds are happy and the world is gay, And weave thy crown;" and as the child drew near, Though dark the winding river grew with night. |