s comes amain the glossy flying raven,
That with unwavering wing, breast on the view,
Cleaves slow the lucid air beneath the blue,
And seems scarce other than a figure graven—
Ha! now the sweeping pinions flash as levin,
And all their silken cordage whistles loud!—
Lo, the departing flight, like fleck of cloud,
Is swallowed quick by the awaiting heaven!
So lag and tarry, to the youth, the years
In their oncoming from the brooding sky,
Till bursts at middle life their rushing speed
All breathless with the world of hopes and fears;
And, lo, departing, the Eternal Eye
Winks them to moments in His endless brede!
THE NOTE OF NATURE.
arth's manifold noises break
Overhead, in the calm,
In unison full, and wake
The note of a psalm.
On the sunny hills, in the vales,
It falls on my ear;
Down the baffling winds it sails,
In the night draweth near.