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TO THE RAINBOW. | For, faithful to its sacred page,
Heaven still rebuilds thy span; TRIUMPHAL arch, that fill'st the sky | Nor lets the type grow pale with age, When storms prepare to part,
That first spoke peace to man. I ask not proud philosophy
Now overhead a rainbow, bursting Betwixt the carth and heaven.
The scattering clouds, shone, spanCan all that optics teach unfold
ning the dark sea. Thy form to please me so,
Resting its bright base on the quivAs when I dreamed of gems and
ering blue: gold
And all within its arch appeared Hid in thy radiant bow ?
Clearer than that without; and its And yet, fair bow, no fabling
wide hue dreams,
Waxed broad and waving, like a But words of the Most Iligh,
banner free, Have toll wly first thy robe of Then changed like to a bow that's beanis
bent, and then Was woven in the sky.
Forsook the dim eyes of those ship
wrecked men. When o'er the green, undeluged earth
It changed, of course; a heavenly Heaven's covenant thou didst
The airy child of vapor and the How came the world's gray fathers
Brought forth in purple, cradled in To watch thy sacred sign!
Baptized in molten gold, and And when its yellow lustre smiled
swathed in dui, O'er mountains yet uitrod,
Glittering like crescents o’er a Turk's Each mother held aloft her child
pavilion, To bless the bow of God.
And blending every color into one.
BYRox. Methinks, thy jubilee to keep,
The first-made anthem rang
I sift the snow on the mountains The earth to thee her incense yields,
below, The lark thy welcome sings,
And their great pines groan aghast; When, glittering in the freshened And all the night 'tis my pillow fields,
white, The snowy mushroom springs. While I sleep in the arms of the
blast. How glorious is thy girdle cast
O’er mountain, tower, and town, That orbed maiden, with white fire Or mirrored in the ocean vast,
laden, A thousand fathoms down!
Whom mortals call the moon,
Glides glimmering o'er my fleeceAs fresh in yon horizon dark,
like floor, As young thy beauties seen,
By the midnight breezes strewn; As when the eagle from the ark
And wherever the beat of her uniseen First sported in thy beam.
Which only the angels hear,
Till the warm sun pities its pain, May have broken the woof of my | And to the skies exhales it back tent's thin roof,
again. The stars peep behind her and peer;
So the soul, that drop, that ray, And I laugh to see them whirl and Of the clear fountain of eternal
flee, Like a swarm of golden bees,
Could it within the human flower When I willen the rent in my wind
be seen, built tent,
Remembering still its former Till the calm rivers, lakes, and
Shuns the sweet leaves, and blosLike strips of the sky fallen through
soms green, me on high
And, recollecting its own light, Are each paved with the moon and Does, in its pure and circling these.
The greater heaven in a heaven less. I am the daughter of earth and In how coy a figure wound, water,
Every way it turns away, An the nursling of the sky;
So the world excluding round, I pass through the pores of the Yet receiving in the day, ocean and shores;
Dark beneath, but bright above, I chance, but I cannot die.
Here disdaining, there in love. For after the rain, when with never How loose and easy hence to go; a stain,
How girt and ready to ascend; The pavilion of heaven is bare,
Moving but on a point below, And the winds and swubeams, with It all about does upwards bend. their convex gleams,
Such did the manna's sacred dew disBuild up the blue dome of air,
til, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, White and entire, although congealed And out of the caverns of rain,
and chill; Like a child from the womb, like a Congealed on earth; but does, disghost from the tomb,
solving, run I arise and unbuild it again.
Into the glories of the almighty sun. SHELLEY.
A DROP OF DEW.
Into the blowing roses,
Like its own tear,
Trembling, lest it grow impure;
LIGIIT-WINGED Smoke! Icarian bird,
of dawni, Cireling above the hamlets as thy
nest; Or else, departing dream, and shad
owy forin Of midnight vision, gathering up thy
skirts; By night star-veiling, and by day Darkening the light and blotting out
the sun; Go thou, my incense, upward from
this hearth, And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame.
And when I was a child, I laid
and sank to slumbers deep: Childlike as then I lie to-night, And watch my lonely cabin-light.
Each movement of the swaving lamp
Shows how the vessel reels: As o’er her (leck the billows tramp, And all her timbers strain and cramp
With every shock she feels, It starts and shudders, while it burns, And in its hinged socket turns.
Now swinging slow and slanting low,
It almost level lies;
With restless fall and rise,
Woof of the fen, ethereal gauze,
song. Establish thy serenity o'er the fields.
O hand of God! O lamp of peace!
() promise of my soul! Though weal, and tossed, and ill at
The ship's convulsive roll,
A heavenly trust my spirit calms,
My soul is filled with light: The Ocean sings his solemn psalms, The wild winds chant: I cross my
palms, Happy as if to-night Under the cottage roof again I heard the soothing summer rain.
J. T. TROWBRIDGE.
AT SEA. The night is made for cooling shade,
For silence, and for sleep;
HOME. — WOMAN. — LOVE. — FRIENDSHIP. —
MANNERS. — BEAUTY.
* The privates of man's heart
They speken and sound in his ear