A STRANGER HERE. I MISS the dear paternal dwelling, I miss the venerable walls. I miss the chamber of my childhood, The glen, the path, the cliff, the wild-wood, I miss the ivied haunt of moonlight, I miss the green slope, where reposing Watched, one by one, each opening star. I miss the well-remembered faces, The voices, forms of fresher days; Time ploughs not up these deep-drawn traces, These lines no ages can erase. I miss them all, for, unforgetting, I mourn not that each early token I murmur not that now a stranger, My hopes are passing upward, onward, My eye is turning skyward, sunward, Where glory brightens round yon throne. My spirit seeks its dwelling yonder; And faith fore-dates the joyful day When these old skies shall cease to sunder The one dear, love-linked family. Well-pleased I find years rolling o'er me, And hear each day time's measured tread; Far fewer clouds now stretch before me, Behind me is the darkness spread. And summer's suns are swiftly setting, December moons are coldly waning, My future from my past unlinking, Uprises the invisible. To light, unchanging, and eternal, From mists that sadden this bleak waste, To scenes that smile for ever vernal, From winter's blackening leaf I haste. Earth, what a sorrow lies before thee, None like it in the shadowy past ;— The sharpest throe that ever tore thee, Even tho' the briefest and the last! I see the fair moon veil her lustre, I see the shadows of its sunset; And wrapt in these the Avenger's form; I see the Armageddon-onset ; But I shall be above the storm. There comes the moaning and the sighing, There comes the hot tear's heavy fall, The thousand agonies of dying ;— But I shall be beyond them all. OCEAN TEACHINGS. "This great and wide sea."-Ps. CIV. 25. THAT rising storm! It has awakened me; That rugged rock-fringe that girds in the ocean, And these bright ocean-birds, these billow-rangers, The snowy-breasted, each a winged waveThey tell me how to joy in storm and dangers, When surges whiten, or when whirlwinds rave. |