II.—THE LESSONS OF NATURE.
Nature in outward seeming takes the hue
Of our chance mood; if sad, her tones and looks
Are full of grief; if glad, her winds and brooks
Are full of merriment. But piercing through
Her outward garb, her sadness whispers “Peace—
Peace to thee, mourner! day succeeds to night,
Sunshine to storm!” Her brightest mirth says “Cease
This thoughtless rapture! flowers must suffer blight,
Change is my law of order.” Then a voice