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JOY TAUGHT BY NATURE
THE child leans on its parent's breast,
'Neath every cloud.
He has no store, he sows no seed;
He sings to shame
A Father's name.
The heart that trusts forever sings,
Come good or ill:
It is His will!
7. Williams WAVES AND LEAVES
WAVES, waves, waves!
Leaves, leaves, leaves!
Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts! Rolling wave-like on the mind's strange shore, Rustling leaf-like through it evermore,
O that they might follow God's good Hand!
TRIUMPHAL arch, that fill'st the sky
Still seem as to my childhood's sight,
A midway station given,
Betwixt the earth and heaven.
Can all that optics teach, unfold
Thy form to please me so
Hid in thy radiant bow?
When Science from Creation's face
What lovely visions yield their place
And yet, fair bow, no fabling dreams,
Have told why first thy robe of beams
When o'er the green undeluged earth
How came the world's gray fathers forth
And when its yellow lustre smiled
On mountains yet untrod,
To bless the bow of God.
Methinks thy jubilee to keep
The first-made anthem rang
And the first poet sang.
Nor ever shall the Muse's eye
Unraptured greet thy beam; Theme of primeval prophecy,
Be still the poet's theme.
The earth to thee its incense yields,
The lark thy welcome sings,
The snowy mushroom springs.
How glorious is thy girdle cast
O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or mirrored in the ocean vast,
A thousand fathom down.
As fresh in yon horizon dark,
As young thy beauties seem, As when the eagle from the ark
First sported in thy beam.
For faithful to its sacred page,
Heaven still rebuilds thy span,
That first spoke peace to man.
IT chanced upon the merry, merry Christmas eve,
dreary,— O, never sin and want and woe this earth will
And the bells but mock the wailing sound, they sing so cheery.
How long, O Lord! how long, before Thou come
Still in cellar, and in garret, and on mountain dreary, The orphans moan, and widows weep, and poor
men toil in vain,
Till earth is sick of hope deferred, though Christmas bells be cheery.
Then arose a joyous clamor, from the wild-fowl on
the mere, Beneath the stars, across the snow, like clear bells
ringing, And a voice within cried, —'' Listen !— Christmas
carols even here
Though thou be dumb, yet o'er their work the stars and snows are singing.
"Blind! — I live, I love, I reign; and all the nations through,
With the thunder of My judgments even now are ringing;
Do thou fulfil thy work, but as yon wild-fowl do, Thou wilt heed no less the wailing, yet hear through it angels singing."