Nor shadows cast of fear or doubt, Here smiling Broadway waves on high, And decks the blue empyreal sky, 'Mid herbage soft,-'mid parting rocks, How calmly browse the fleecy flocks, Which ever lend, sweet vale! to thee A grace than sweeter none can be. See yonder stream, it gently glides, And laves the thirsty meadows' sides; See fruitful orchards scattered lie, And country seats invite the eye: Here healthy towns compact and clean, There smoking hamlets paint the scene. Many a copse and shady dale, With cooling brooks that never fail; And many a church of olden days, Placed here and there to mend our ways. To left, if I but turn me round, There's Bredon somewhere to be found ; Yes there she lies old monument! Thou canst need no lengthy comment. How often have I stood by thee MOUNT LIBANUS. THY name, O Libanus! awakes a thought, Thy snowy head looks white as if by time, And thy productiveness. Tho' snows may crown, yet is thy blood not cold, For on thy wilds the tenderest shrub will grow, Not stinted-frozen-shaped, But plants of Liberty. Who can paint thy scenery, sweet mountain steeps! Blend their beauteous tints. * Seven of the most ancient cedars still remain, which, being considered coeval with Solomon, are held most sacred. Rude altars have been erected near them, and an annual Christian festival is held, where worship is performed beneath their venerable branches. The number of cedars altogether may be reckoned to amount to 343. + Astragalus tragacanthoides displays clusters of purple flowers. Here lilies rise with white or golden hues, The beech-leaved cherry. These scenes majestic — rich, as setting sun Of ancient hallowed time. Rest thee in peace nor may polluted hands THE LOTUS. LOTUS, with petals closed and drooping head, * See the Amoenitates Academiæ, vol. iv., by Linnæus, who has noticed the habit of the Nymphæa alba, or whiteflowering water-lily, which is well known to close its flowers in the afternoon, and lay them on the surface of the waters till the morning, when it raises and expands them to a height of several inches above the water. Theophrastus writes also, 300 years B. C., of the Egyptian Lotus: :-"It is reported that in the Euphrates, the head and flowers keep sinking till midnight, when they are so deep in the water as to be out of reach of the hand, but towards morning they return, and still more as the day advances. At sunrise they are already above the surface with the flower expanded; after which they rise high above the water." Thy lily cousin chaste, with pallid face, Or, now contracting as the cold obtains? LINES TO A SNOWDROP. FIRST flower of Spring that peeps above the ground, Rock'd to and fro and nursed in hardship's lap, Bleach'd by blustering winds. White is thy lily cup, emboss'd with green : And give thee warmer soil. Yet still thou seem'st to bloom nor droop with pain, Nor biting cold to chill thy pallid face; Did Winter plant thee here, Or Snow, thy kinder nurse? Sir, smiled the Flower, your sympathy I feel, I'm happy in my lot. Winter, indeed, close press'd my tender form, And softer snows produced me, as you see, And nurtured thus I feel Nor cold, nor blustering winds. Here would I rest, and undisturb'd my root, I'm happy where I am. Transplanted, die I might, with jealous care, Transplanted-and my mother told me this: Our natures change - our purity is lost : So, stranger, not for worlds Would I exchange my state. Here let me rest-nor let thy kindness move This little spot where I was safely born, Where I would live my time, And, dying, drop my leaves. Would that we always found in humble life This noble virtue of contentment lie, Although surrounding ills May tempt to gayer scenes. Thus pure in heart-of health secure, And happy usefulness. |