COMMUNINGS WITH THOUGHT. 507 COMMUNINGS WITH THOUGHT. "Could we but keep our spirit's to that height, RETURN my thoughts, come home! Ye wild and wing'd! what do ye o'er the deep? Swifter than shooting star, Swifter than lances of the northern light, Through the bright battle-clime, Where laurel boughs make dim the Grecian streams, By temples of old time : Through the north's ancient halls, Where banners thrill'd of yore-where harp-strings rung; But grass waves now o'er those that fought and sungHearth-light hath left their walls! Through forests old and dim, Where o'er the leaves dread magic seems to brood; Rises the pilgrim's hymn : Or where some fountain lies, With lotus-cups through orient spice-woods gleaming! Return, my thoughts, return! Cares wait your presence in life's daily track, Oh! no, return ye not! Sill farther, loftier let your soarings be! Go, bring me strength from journeyings bright and fre‹, Go, seek the martyr's grave, 'Midst the old mountains, and the deserts vast; Or, through the ruin'd cities of the past, Follow the wise and brave! Go, visit cell and shrine ! [scorn, Where woman hath endured!-through wrong, through Uncheer'd by fame, yet silently upborne By promptings more divine! Go, shoot the gulf of death! Track the pure spirit where no chain can bind, Where the heart's boundless love its rest may find, Higher, and yet more high! Shake off the cumbering chain which earth would lay On your victorious wings-mount, mount !-Your way Is through eternity! SONNETS, DEVOTIONAL AND MEMORIAL. I. THE SACRED HARP. How shall the harp of poesy regain II. TO A FAMILY BIBLE. WHAT household thoughts around thee, as their shrine, Each day were bent-her accents, gravely mild, A seed not lost ;-for which, in darker years, III.-REPOSE OF A HOLY FAMILY. FROM AN OLD ITALIAN PICTURE. UNDER a palm-tree, by the green old Nile, Lull'd on his mother's breast, the fair child lies, PICTURE OF THE INFANT CHRIST.-ETC. With dove-like breathings, and a tender smile, Regal and still as everlasting things!— Vain pomps! from him, with that pure flowery cheek, A new-born spirit, mighty, and yet meek, O'er the whole world like vernal air shall spread! And bid all earthly grandeurs cast the crown, Before the suffering and the lowly, down. IV.-PICTURE OF THE INFANT CHRIST WITH ALL the bright hues from eastern garlands glowing, Roses, deep-filled with rich midsummer's red, And thus it was! a diadem of thorn Earth gave to Him who mantled her with flowers, O'er all her paths, a cup of bitter scorn! And we repine, for whom that cup He took, O'er blooms that mock'd our hope, o'er idols that forsook! V.-ON A REMEMBERED PICTURE OF CHRIST AN ECCE HOMO, BY LEONARDO DA VINCI, I MET that image on a mirthful day Of youth; and, sinking with a still'd surprise, In my quick heart died thoughtfully away, Abash'd to mute confession of a sway, Awful, though meek; and now, that from the strings 500 VI. THE CHILDREN WHOM JESUS BLESSED. HAPPY were they, the mothers, in whose sight The conscious glory of the Saviour's love! VII.-MOUNTAIN SANCTUARIES. "He went up to a mountain apart to pray." A CHILD 'midst ancient mountains I have stood, Fell solemnly upon my infant breast, Though then I pray'd not; but deep thoughts have press'd Into my being since it breathed that air, Nor could I now one moment live the guest Of such dread scenes, without the springs of prayer So might the o'erburden'd Son of Man have felt, VIII. THE LILIES OF THE FIELD. "Consider the lilies of the field." FLOWERS! when the Saviour's calm benignant eye Then, in the bosom of your purity, A voice He set, as in a temple-shrine, That life's quick travellers ne'er might pass you by, And though too oft its low, celestial sound, THE BIRDS OF THE AIR.-ETC. And the loud steps of vain unlistening Haste, IX. THE BIRDS OF THE AIR. "And behold the birds of the air." YE too, the free and fearless Birds of air, Were charged that hour, on missionary wing, And call us to your echoing woods away X.—THE RAISING OF THE WIDOW'S SON. "And he that was dead sat up and began to speak." He that was dead rose up and spoke-He spoke! Was it of that majestic world unknown? Those words, which first the bier's dread silence broke, Were the far cities of the nations gone, The solemn halls of consciousness or sleep, For man uncurtain'd by that spirit lone, Back from their portal summon'd o'er the deep? Be hush'd, my soul! the veil of darkness lay Still drawn thy Lord call'd back the voice departed, : To spread his truth, to comfort his weak-hearted, Not to reveal the mysteries of its way. Oh! take that lesson home in silent faith, Fat on submissive strength to meet, not question death! XI. THE OLIVE-TREE. THE Palm-the Vine-the Cedar-each hath power To bid fair Oriental shapes glance by, And each quick glistening of the Laurel bower But thou, pale Olive!-in thy branches lie Far deeper spells than prophet grove of old 511 |