BLANCO WHITE. TO NIGHT. MYSTERIOUS Night! when our first | And lo! creation widened in man's parent knew view. Thee from report divine, and heard | Who could have thought such dark ness lay concealed Within thy beams, O Sun! or who could find, While fly, and leaf, and insect lay revealed, Yet 'neath the curtain of translucent That to such countless orbs thou To wean me from the world; To turn my eye From vanity, Come, Disappointment, come! Thou art not stern to me; Sad monitress! I own thy sway, A votary sad in early day, I bend my knee to thee. From sun to sun My race will run, And point to scenes of bliss that I only bow and say, My God, Thy never, never die. will be done. THE STANZA ADDED TO WALLER'S I'll tell thee something all thy heat "ROSE." Them shall a wife and smiling children bless, While I am mouldering in my silent grave. God of the just, Thou gavest the bitter cup; I bow to thy behest, and drink it up. WHITNEY. Or golden disk of moon that swings “I WILL ABIDE IN THINE HOUSE." Over; but in? The world is full; So many, and so wide abroad: I asked: my soul bethought of this:- Where the embers flush and flicker And here and there, with eager flame, Else should the fiery impulse die. Through the red tracery I discern SUNLIGHT AND STARLIGHT. Thy greater heaven hath grander To-day is close; the hours are small; Lose the less joy that doth but blind; LARVE. My little maiden of four years old No myth, but a genuine child is she, With her bronze-brown eyes and her curls of gold- Rubbing her shoulder with rosy palm, As the loathsome touch seemed yet to thrill her, A horrible, crawling caterpillar!" And with mischievous smile she could scarcely smother, Yet a glance in its daring, half awed, half shy, She added, "While they were about it, mother I wish they'd just finished the butterfly!" |