22. TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN.
Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue, That openest when the quiet light Succeeds the keen and frosty night, -
Thou comest not when violets lean O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, Or columbines, in purple dressed, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest.
Thou waitest late and com'st alone, When woods are bare and birds are flown, And frosts and shortening days portend The aged year is near his end.
Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes to the sky, Blue-blue-as if that sky let fall A flower from its cerulean wall.
I would that thus, when I shall see The hour of death draw near to me, Hope, blossoming within my heart, May look to heaven as I depart.
23. THE DAFFODILS.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils; Beside the lake beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed and gazed- but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
24. 'TIS THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER.
"Tis the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone; No flower of her kindred, No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh!
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go, sleep thou with them.
Thus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves o'er the bed, When thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay, And from Love's shining circle
The gems drop away! When true hearts lie withered, And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?
25. FROM THE TWENTY-FOURTH PSALM.
The earth is the Lord's, and the fulness thereof,
The world and they that dwell therein; For he hath founded it upon the seas, And established it upon the floods.
FROM THE NINETEENTH PSALM.
The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handiwork.
Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge.
There is no speech nor language where their voice is not heard.
THE HEAVENS DECLARE THE GLORY OF GOD.
The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue, ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim;
Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty hand.
Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale And nightly, to the listening earth, Repeats the story of her birth;
While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
What though, in solemn silence, all Move round the dark, terrestrial ball? What though no real voice or sound Amid their radiant orbs be found? In Reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, Forever singing, as they shine,
"The Hand that made us is divine!"
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