18th October.
HOPE OF FUTURE COMMUNION WITH NATURE.
If e’er again my spirit be allow’d
Converse with Nature in her chambers deep,
Where lone, and mantled with the rolling cloud,
She broods o’er new-born waters, as they leap
In sword-like flashes down the heathery steep
From caves of mystery;—if I roam once more
Where dark pines quiver to the torrent’s roar,
And voiceful oaks respond;—may I not reap