Of music-for then Eden was her own, And we became all shadow-in the abyss, Earth-born repinings—ye may not command A sparkle of that intellectual ray, Which yet from heaven descends, and communes with our clay. WIFFEN. THE SUN. OST glorious art thou! when from thy pavilion Dispensing life and light on every side; Brightening the mountain cataract, dimly spied Its spiral wreaths of smoke that upward tower, And more magnificent art thou, bright sun! Thy beams pervade the heavens, and o'er them shed Making among the clouds mute glorious pageantry. Then, then how beautiful across the deep Onward, still onward, o'er the waves that leap Over the waters seems a pathway bright And thou thyself, forgetting what thou art, When to the slumbering patriarch's ravished sight, Heaven's glories were revealed in visions of the night. Nor are thy evening splendours, mighty orb! Whose plaintive notes Castilian maids deceive, Among the foliage sigh, and take of thee their leave O then it is delightful to behold Thy calm departure; soothing to survey Through opening clouds, by thee all edged with gold, And hide the rippling stream that scarce is heard to flow. Majestic orb! when at the tranquil close While clouds on clouds, in rich confusion rolled, - Encompassed thee as with a gorgeous tent, Whose most magnificent curtains would unfold, And form a vista bright, through which I might behold Celestial visions-then the wondrous story Of Bunyan's pilgrims seemed a tale most true; And saw them pass the pearly portal through; Of that bright city, shining like the sun, Whose glittering streets appeared of golden hue, Walked in white robes with palms, and crowned every one. Past is that vision: views of heavenly things BARTON. SUNRISE. UT yonder comes the powerful King of Day, Rejoicing in the east. The lessening cloud, The kindling azure, and the mountain's brow Illumed with fluid gold, his near approach Betoken glad. Lo! now, apparent all, Aslant the dew-bright earth, and coloured air, He looks in boundless majesty abroad; And sheds the shining day, that burnished plays On rocks, and hills, and towers, and wandering streams, THOMSON. SUNRISE ON MONT BLANC. WAKE, my soul! not only passive praise Thou owest! not alone these swelling tears, Thou first and chief, sole sovereign of the vale! * Beside the rivers of Arve and Arveiron, which have their sources in the foot of Mont Blanc, five conspicuous torrents rush down its sides; and within a few paces of the glaciers the GENTIANA MAJOR grows in immense numbers, with its "flowers of loveliest blue." Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury and your joy, And who commanded, (and the silence came,) Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!— God! sing ye meadow-streams with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God! Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost ! Ye wild goats sporting round the eagle's nest! Ye eagles, playmates of the mountain-storm! Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the clouds ! Ye signs and wonders of the element ! Utter forth God, and fill the hills with praise! Once more, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet, the avalanche unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene, Into the depth of clouds that veil thy breast.Thou too again, stupendous Mountain! thou That as I raise my head, awhile bowed low In adoration, upward from thy base Slow-travelling, with dim eyes suffused with tears, Solemnly seemest, like a vapoury cloud, To rise before me.-Rise, O ever rise, Rise like a cloud of incense, from the earth! Thou kingly spirit throned among the hills, |