Among Arabian sands: A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings ?→ For old, unhappy, far-off things, Or is it some more humble lay, Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang THE KING OF SWEDEN CALL not the royal Swede unfortunate, He sits a more exalted Potentate, Throned in the hearts of men. Should Heaven ordain That this great servant of a righteous cause Must still have sad or vexing thoughts to endure, Yet may a sympathizing spirit pause, Admonished by these truths, and quench all pain In thankful joy and gratulation pure. HYMN OF THE HEIDELBERG BOATMEN. JESU! bless our slender Boat, By the current swept along; Drown the music of a song Breathed thy mercy to implore, Where these troubled waters roar! We forgot Thee, do not Thou Hither, like yon ancient Tower Fling the shadow of thy power, Else we sleep among the dead; Thou who trod'st the billowy sea, Shield us in our jeopardy! Guide our Bark among the waves; Through the rocks our passage smooth; Where the whirlpool frets and raves, LAMBS IN MAY. with yon Lambs, like day, is just begun, Nature seems to them a heavenly guide. joy approach? they meet the coming tide; su'lenness avoid, as now they shun Pale twilight's lingering glooms,—and in the sun FLOWERS. ERE yet.our course was graced with social trees, There bloomed the strawberry of the wilderness; Invited, forth they peeped so fair to view, While in a grove I sat reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The birds around me hopped and played, The budding twigs spread out their fan, And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If this belief from heaven be sent, Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man? |