XXVII. SURPRISED by joy-impatient as the Wind Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind But how could I forget thee? Through what power, Even for the least division of an hour, Have I been so beguiled as to be blind To my most grievous loss?—That thought's return XXVIII. .I. METHOUGHT I saw the footsteps of a throne But all the steps and ground about were strown Ever put on; a miserable crowd, Sick, hale, old, young, who cried before that cloud, With her face up to heaven; that seemed to have XXIX. NOVEMBER, 1836. II. EVEN So for me a Vision sanctified The sway of Death; long ere mine eyes had seen No trace of pain or languor could abide That change:-age on thy brow was smoothed-thy cold Wan cheek at once was privileged to unfold A loveliness to living youth denied. Oh! if within me hope should ere decline, The lamp of faith, lost Friend! too faintly burn ; And let my spirit in that power divine Rejoice, as, through that power, it ceased to mourn. XXX. AIR sleeps,-from strife or stir the clouds are free; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder-everlastingly. Dear Child! dear happy Girl! if thou appear Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year; XXXI. WHERE lies the Land to which yon Ship must go? Is she for tropic suns, or polar snow? What boots the inquiry?—Neither friend nor foe Ever before her, and a wind to blow. Yet still I ask, what haven is her mark? And, almost as it was when ships were rare, Is with me at thy farewell, joyous Bark! |