And these green-stretching fields, these peaceful hol

lows,

That hear the tempest, but take no alarm,

Has not their placid verdure sweetly taught me

The peace within when all without is storm?

And thou keen sun-flash, through the cloud-wreath bursting,

Silvering the sea, the sward, the rock, the foam, What light within me has thy pure gleam kindled? "Tis from the land of light that thou art come.

And of the time how blithely art thou telling,
When cloud and change and tempest shall take wing;
Each beam of thine prophetic of the glory,
Creation's day-break, earth's long promised spring.

Even thus it is, my God me daily teacheth
Sweet knowledge out of all I hear and see;
Each object has a heavenly voice within it,
Each scene, however troubled, speaks to me.

For all upon this earth is broken beauty,

Yet out of all what strange, deep lessons rise! Each hour is giving out its heaven-sent wisdom, A message from the sea, the shore, the skies.

NO MORE SEA.

Καὶ ἡ θάλασσα ουκ ἔστιν ἐτι.—(Rev. xxi. 1.)

SUMMER Ocean, idly washing

This grey rock on which I lean ; Summer Ocean, broadly flashing

With thy hues of gold and green ;

Gently swelling, wildly dashing
O'er yon island-studded scene;

Summer Ocean, how I'll miss thee,-
Miss the thunder of thy roar,
Miss the music of thy ripple,

Miss thy sorrow-soothing shore,-
Summer Ocean, how I'll miss thee,
When "the sea shall be no more."
Summer Ocean, how I'll miss thee,

As along thy strand I range;

Or as here I sit and watch thee

In thy moods of endless changeMirthful moods of morning gladness, Musing moods of sunset sadness; When the dying winds caress thee, And the sinking sunbeams kiss thee, And the crimson cloudlets press thee, And all nature seems to bless thee !Summer Ocean, how I'll miss thee,Miss the wonders of thy shore, Miss the magic of thy grandeur, When "the sea shall be no more!"

And yet sometimes in my musings,
When I think of what shall be ;

In the day of earth's new glory,
Still I seem to roam by thee.

As if all had not departed,

But the glory linger'd still;

As if that which made thee lovely,
Had remained unchangeable.

Only that which marr'd thy beauty,-
Only that had pass'd away,

Sullen wilds of Ocean-moorland,

Bloated features of decay.

Only that dark waste of waters,

Line ne'er fathom'd, eye ne'er scann'd, Only that shall shrink and vanish,

Yielding back the imprison'd land. Yielding back earth's fertile hollows, Long-submerged and hidden plains; Giving up a thousand valleys,

Of the ancient world's domains. Leaving still bright azure ranges, Winding round this rocky tower; Leaving still yon gem-bright island, Sparkling like an ocean-flower. Leaving still some placid stretches,

Where the sun-beams bathe at noon,

Leaving still some lake-like reaches,

Mirrors for the silver moon.

Only all of gloom and horror,

Idle wastes of endless brine, Haunts of darkness, storm, and danger, These shall be no longer thine. Backward ebbing, wave and ripple, Wondrous scenes shall then disclose ; And, like earth's, the wastes of ocean Then shall blossom as the rose.

THE CHANGE.

I LOVE yon pale blue sky; it is the floor
Of that glad home where I shall shortly be;
A home from which I shall go out no more;
From toil and grief and vanity set free.

I gaze upon yon everlasting arch,

Up which the bright stars wander, as they shine; And as I mark them in their nightly march,

I think how soon that journey shall be mine!

Yon silver drift of silent cloud, far up

In the still heaven,-through you my pathway lies: Yon rugged mountain-peak,-how soon your top Shall I behold beneath me, as I rise!

Not many more of life's slow-pacing hours,
Shaded with sorrow's melancholy hue ;-

Oh, what a glad ascending shall be ours,

Oh, what a pathway up yon starry blue!

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