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TO THE RAINBOW.
Triumfhant arch, that fill'st the sky
When storms prepare to part,
To teach me what thou art-
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 how j
When Science from Creation's face
What lovely visions yield their place
And yet, fair how, no fahling dreams
Have told why first thy rohe of heams
When o'er the green undelnged earth
How came the world's grey fathers forth
And when its yellow lustre smiled
Each mother held aloft her child
Methinks, thy jnhilee to keep.
On earth deliver' d from the deep,
Nor ever shall the Muse's eye
Theme of primeval prophecy,
The earth to thee its incense yields,
When glittering in the freshen'd fields,
How glorious is thy girdle cast
Or mirror'd in the ocean vast
As fresh in yon horizon dark,
As when the eagle from the Ark
For faithful to its sacred page,
Nor lets the type grow pale with age
The evening was glorious, and light through the trees,
For the Queen of the Spring, as she pau'd down the rale,
The skies, like a hanner in sunset uuroll'd,
We gaz'd on the scenes, while around us they glow'd,
Like a Spirit, it came in the van of a storm!
In the hues of its grandenr, suhlimely it stood,
'twm the how of Omnipotence; hent in His hand,
Not dreadful, as when in the whirlwind he pleads,
In the hreath of his presence, when thousands expire,
And seas hoil with fury, and rocks hurn with fire,
And the sword, and the plague-spot with death strew the plain,
And vultures, and wolves, are the graves of the slain.
Not such was that Rainhow, that heautiful one.'
Awhile, and it sweetly hent over the gloom,
I gaz'd not alone on that source of my song ;—
Its presence to all was the path of the Lord!
Each full heart expanded,—grew warm—and adored!
Like a visit—the converse of friends—or a day,
'Tis a picture in memory distinctly defined,
ODE TO THE SUN.
Thou whose rejoicing eye of light
Exulting on thy course suhlime,
When first thy ruddy pinions lave
Unchang'd art thou when darkness shrouds,
When angry nature weeps around,
Far, far ahove the ehon clouds
Thy splendours sweep the hlue profound;
Where still unshaken wheel the spheres
Beyond the reach of parting years.
The mountain-oak, with age shall fall,
But thou shalt hear the morning call,
See, yonder comes the powerful King of Day,
Rejoicing in the east. The less'ning cloud.
The kindling azure, and the mountain's hrow
lllura'd with fluid gold, his near approach
Betoken glad. Lo; now, apparent all,
Aslant. the dew-hright earth,and colour'd air,
He looks in houndless majesty ahroad;
And sheds the shining day, that hurnish'd plays
On rocks, and hills, and tow'rs, and wandering streams,
High-gleaming from afar. Prime cheerer light!
Of all material heings first, and hest!
Efflux divine! Nature's resplendent rohe!
Without whose vesting heanty all were wrapt
In unessential gloom; and thou, O Sun!
Soul of surrounding worlds! in whom hest seen
Shines out thy Maker! may I sing of thee? THE SUNBEAM.
Thou art no lingerer in monarch's nail,
Thou art walking the hillows, and ocean
smiles, Thou hast touched with glory his thousand
isles; Thou hast lit up the ships and the feathery
foam, And gladden'd the sailor, like words from
To the solemn depths of the forest shades, Thou art streaming on through their green
arcades; And the quivering leaves that have caught
thy glow, Like fire-flies glance to the pools helow.
I look'd on the mountains—a vapour jay
I look'd on the peasant's lowly cot—
To the earth's wild places a guest thou art,
Thou tak'st thro' the dim church-aisle thy
way, And its pillars from twilight flash forth to day, And its high pale tomhs, with their trophies
old Are hath'd in a flood as of molten gold.
And thou turnest not from the humhlest
grave, Where a flower to the sighing winds may
Thou scattered its gloom hke the dreams of
iost, Thou sleepest in love on its grassy hreast,
Sunheam of summer! oh! whatislike thee, Hope of the wilderness, joy of the sea i One thing is like thee to mortals given— The Faith touching all things with hues of heaven!
On seeing the Sun set for a period of three months—Novemher, 1810.
Behold yon glorious orh, whose feehle ray Mocks the proud glare of summer's livelier
day! His noon-tide heam, shot upward through
the sky, Scarce gilds the vault of Heaven's hlue
canopy— A fainter yet, and yet a fainter light; And lo I he leaves us now to one, long,
cheerless night! And is his glorious course for ever o'er? And has he set indeed, to rise no more? To us no more shall spring's enlivening heam Unlock the fountains of the fetter'd stream: No more the wild hird carol through the sky, And cheer yon mountains with rude melody? Once more shall Spring her energy resume, And chase the horrors of this wintry gloom , Once more shall Summer's animating ray Enliven nature with perpetual day: You radiant orh, with self-inherent light, Shall rise and dissipate the shades of night,. In peerless splendor repossess the sky, And shine in renovated majesty. In you departing orh methinks 1 sue A counterpart of frail mortality. Emhlem of man! when life's declining sun Proclaims this awful truth," Thy race is run His sun once set, its hright effulgence gone, All, all is darkness, as it ne'er had shone!" Yet not for ever is man's glory fled, His name for ever "numher'd with the
Like yon hright orh, th' immortal part of man
COMPOSED AFTER A MOST RESPLENDENT SUN-SET.
Stay thou orh of golden flame,
Nature hewails thy hasty set; Woodlands check their sweet acclaim,
Vested in shadowy regret.
'Twas hut now thy earliest streak
And thy peering disk so meek,
Quick, too quick, thy tow'ring prime
And even now the western clime
Fair the presage of thy morn,
Lovelier tints yet still adorn
Mid that garniture of cloud,
And tresses of reflected fire, Glitter, as with Memphian shroud,
Consume, as laid on Indian pyre.
Linger I sure thy glorious worth
And the lonely darkling earth,
Ah! too soon the Christian dies,
Evening calm, too rapid flies,
Tet that tranquil dying hour,
Sweetest is its latest power,
Sun! go down, to rise again;
Christian! depart, to enter hliss: Mine he ita glad morrow's reign,
May my last end he like his!
Meeb Twilight! haste to shroud the solar
ray, And hring the hour my pensive spirit loves; When o'er the hill is shed a paler day, That gives to stiliness and to night the groves. Ah! let the gay, the roseate morning hall, When, in the various hlooms of light array'd, She hids fresh heanty live along the vale, And rapture tremhle in the vocal shade: Sweet is thelucid morning's op'ning flower, Her choral melodies henignly rise; Yet dearer to my soul the shadowy hour, At which her hlossoms close, her music dies: For then mild Nature, while she droops her
head, Wakes the soft tear 'tis luxury to shed.
TO THE MOON.
h. k. whIte.
(Written in Novemher.) Sublime, emerging from the misty verge Of the horizon dim, thee, Moon, I hail,
As sweeping o'er the leafless grove, the gale Seems to repeat the year's funereal dirge, Now Autumn sickens on the languid sight, And leaves hestrew the wanderer's lonely way,