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The naked Indian of the wild,
Are pupils of your school.
But who can fathom your intents,
A rainbow, a sunbeam,
An echo, or a dream.
The laughter of the Christmas hearth
Ye feelingly reprove ;
And exercise of love.
When some great change gives boundless scope
Oft, startled and made wise
Of bitter contraries.
Ye daunt the proud array of war,
As sail hath been unfurled ;
Fetched from the shadowy world.
'Tis said, that warnings ye dispense, Emboldened by a keener sense ;
That men have lived for whom, With dread precision, ye made clear The hour that in a distant year
Should knell them to the tomb.
Unwelcome insight! Yet there are
Truth shows a glorious face,
Sage Spirits ! by your grace.
God, who instructs the brutes to scent
Whose wisdom fixed the scale
When lights of reason fail.
Rerum Natura tota est nusquam magis quam in minimis.
Plin. Nat. HIST.
BENEATH the concave of an April sky,
11. Beneath the shadow of his purple wings Rested a golden harp;— he touched the strings ; And, after prelude of unearthly sound Poured through the echoing hills around, He sang:
“No wintry desolations, Scorching blight or noxious dew, Affect my native habitations ; Buried in glory, far beyond the scope Of man's inquiring gaze, but to his hope Imaged, though faintly, in the hue Profound of night's ethereal blue; And in the aspect of each radiant orb; — Some fixed, some wandering with no timid curb; But wandering star and fixed, to mortal eye, Blended in absolute serenity, And free from semblance of decline ; — Fresh as if Evening brought their natal hour, Her darkness splendor gave, her silence power, To testify of Love and Grace divine.
“ What if those bright fires
That vision of endurance and repose. — And though to every draught of vital breath Renewed throughout the bounds of earth or ocean, The melancholy gates of Death Respond with sympathetic motion ; Though all that feeds on nether air, Howe'er magnificent or fair, Grows but to perish, and intrust Its ruins to their kindred dust; Yet, by the Almighty's ever-during care, Her procreant vigils Nature keeps Amid the unfathomable deeps ; And saves the peopled fields of earth From dread of emptiness or dearth. Thus, in their stations, lifting tow'rd the sky The foliaged head in cloudlike majesty, The shadow-casting race of trees survive: Thus, in the train of Spring, arrive Sweet flowers ; — what living eye hath viewed Their myriads ? — endlessly renewed, Wherever strikes the sun's glad ray; Where'er the subtle waters stray ; Wherever sportive breezes bend Their course, or genial showers descend ! Mortals, rejoice! the very Angels quit Their mansions unsusceptible of change, Amid your pleasant bowers to sit, And through your sweet vicissitudes to range !"