THE WORLD IN THE OPEN AIR. COME, while in freshness and dew it lies, To the world that is under the free, blue skies! Come to the woods, in whose mossy dells The stock-dove is there in the beechen tree, And the voice of cool waters 'midst feathery fern, There is life, there is youth, there is tameless mirth, Where the streams, with the lilies they wear, have birth; There is peace where the alders are whispering low: Yes! we will come- we will leave behind It is well through the rich wild woods to go, Where the heart has been fretted by worldly stings; And to watch the colours that flit and pass, Joyous and far shall our wanderings be, But if, by the forest-brook, we meet A line like the pathway of former feet;- If the cell, where a hermit of old hath pray'd, Doubt not but there will our steps be stay'd, For what, though the mountains and skies be fair, 'Tis the soul of man, by its hopes and dreams, Where it hath suffer'd and nobly striven, And by that soul, 'midst groves and rills, KINDRED HEARTS. Он! ask not, hope thou not too much Few are the hearts whence one same touch Forbidden here to meet Such ties would make this life of ours It may be, that thy brother's eye A rapture o'er thy soul can bring- The tune that speaks of other times- The melody of distant chimes, The sound of waves by night, The wind that, with so many a tone, These may have language all thine own, Yet scorn thou not, for this, the true The kindly, that from childhood grew, If there be one that o'er the dead And watch'd through sickness by thy bed,- But for those bonds all perfect made, Like sister flowers of one sweet shade, Oh lay thy lovely dreams aside, THE TRAVELLER AT THE SOURCE OF THE NILE. IN sunset's light, o'er Afric thrown, Beside the well-spring, deep and lone, The cradle of that mighty birth, So long a hidden thing to earth! He heard its life's first murmuring sound, A low mysterious tone; A music sought, but never found He listen'd-and his heart beat high- The rapture of a conqueror's mood Though stillness lay, with eve's last smile- Night came with stars: -across his soul Breathed from the thought, so swift to fall 1A remarkable description of feelings thus fluctuating from triumph to despondency, is given in Bruce's Abyssinian Travels. The buoyant exultation of his spirits on arriving at the source of the Nile, was almost immediately succeeded by a gloom, which he thus portrays:-"I was, at that very moment, in possession of what had for many years been the principal object of my ambition and wishes; indifference, which, from the usual infirmity of human nature, follows, at least for a time, complete enjoyment, had taken place of it. The marsh and the fountains of the Nile, upon comparison with the rise of many of our rivers, became now a trifling object in my sight. I remembered that magnificent scene in my own native country, where the Tweed, Clyde, and Annan, rise in one hill. I began, in my sorrow, to treat the enquiry about the source of the Nile as a violent effort of a distempered fancy." |