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The clouds sail by in homage, and the
Dim flashes the blue lightning ;-eddying night
by Welcomes her as a friend ;-the heavenly Leaps the swollen torrent; o'er the catatrain
ract raves Of satellites attend her in her flight With brutal force, and headlong flings its From pole to pole ; while a full-chorused billowy waves.
strain Of beaven's own music swells and dies again. The night breeze sails athwart the sky
the thunder Brightly she moves on in her loveliness ! Has waked him from his sleep-the spirit The fair-haired regent of the sky !-Her
The Demon's call, and rudely rends Soothe the stern horrors of the scene, and
The bonds of rest: upon the cloud he rears Nature's calm slumber; o'er yon splin
His deathless might, and wrathfully careers tered piles
Round the black rocks,-dashes in venOf beetling crays, how sweetly she beguiles
Their craggy summits,-damps the toil of Gloom of its frown; and, see! the glit
years tering rill
With one rude whirlwind-and, more Heaves conscious of her presence, and
ruthless grown, reviles,
Heaves up the ocean-waves his giant-strength With murmuring voice, yon proudly
frowning hill, That scorns meek Dian's gaze, and mocks And now he sinks in softness, and anon her gentle will.
Rolls on the ear with desolating peal;
Again the voice is silent.-- Is it gone, A sound rolls by of horror !-on the wind The darksome horrors of the night to seal ! Rides the dark-bogomed Demon of the Forth peeps
her watery beams storm ;
reveal Whirlwinds with meteor-splendor, crowd The death that has been busy bere;-again behind,
The clouds sail round, as anxious to conAnd heaven peals out the trumpet of alarm.
ceal Hark! from yon murky cloud with light- The sight of desolation, but in vainning warm,
She walks in beauty forth, with all her A voice of death proceeds !-The Majesty
starry train. of Heaven displays around its harrowing
form Hark! God in all his power is riding by! Heard ye his chariot-wheels sweep echoing thro' the sky?
CARRINGTON. He speaks ! scared nature trembles at the sound;
DARTMOOR rears Earth, air, sky, ocean, dictate a reply; In the dim distance his cloud-cover'd head, The mountain-rock tolls out the voice With granite-girdle sweeping nearly round profound,
The varied map, until he plants his foot And woodland echo multiplies the cry: Sublimely in the loud Atlantic wave. Clashed with the night-owl's scream, along the sky
But who that climbs the brow sublime, Rolls the live thunder; thro' the forest
and thence caves,
Surveys the dread immensity of sea,
Wild-heaving often here, and seldom lullid
The wave of ocean visits. On it roams
TO THE WINDS.
Hall, gentle Winds! I love your murmuring sound;
The willows charm me, wavering to and fro;
To see you crimp the wrinkled flood below:
And give the landscape round a sweeter grace,
Puffing their rifled fragrance in my face.
Her children dearly love your whispering charms:
That now lies dormant in Death's icy arms,
Ye viewless Minstrels of the sky !
That ye were deified :
Unearthly thoughts supplied.
Graceful your play! when, round the
To wreathe her dark locks there,
And stir her silken hair.
Awful your power! when by your might,
Like mountains in your wrath !
Yawn like Death's op’niny path!
Still, thoughts like these are but of earth,
Ye come !-we know not whence !
Though audible to sense.
The Sun,-his rise and set we know;
The Moon,-her wax and wane;
But you his search disdain.
What epithet can words supply Unto the Bard who takes such high
Ye restless, homeless, shapeless things ! Who mock all our imaginings,
Like Spirits in a dream;
But one :-to me, when Fancy stirs
Who leave no path untrod;
It seems the Voice of God.
S. C. HALL.
When the first day-beam bless’d the sky,
And dull and naked, after night;
And clad them in a robe of light. Others, as if they loved to dwell
In darkness, moved but slowly on, And when on them its brightness fell,
But little of their gloom had gone : One, gloomier still, its course delays,
As though too heavy for the sky,
Then breaks and passes gaily by :While some had gathered round the rays That gave them hues and forms so fair,
As loth to leave that glorious place,
To lose their beauty and to trace
Others of many a varied dye,
Than those that deck'd the morning sky,
And gaz'd, till over all on high The sun held uncontrolled sway And chased from heaven all gloom away, While the few clouds that o'er it past, No beam obscur'd, no shadow cast.
But when the day was almost done,
The clouds were beautiful indeed,
When from his daily duty freed, Still in bis glorions strength, the sun Shone forth upon the twilight skies, And graced them with his myriad dyes. I saw the clouds that onward drew From out the deep and distant blue, Become all beautiful and bright, As if to shew the coming night How great the radiance of the power, E'en of the sun's departing hour: They took all shapes, as Fancy wronght Her web, and mingled thought with thought: Some like familiar forms-the themes Of earthly loves that fall to dreams Some were of rainbow shape and hues; Some glisten'd like our earth with dews; Some were like forests seen afar; Some like the restless wandering star; While some appear'd like coral caves Half bidden by the ocean waves,
All cover'd with their snow-white spray; Others were there, which seem'd to be Fair islands in a dark blue sea, Which human eyes at eve behold; But only then-unseen by day
Their shores and mountains all of gold.
They vanish'd, as the night came un-
“ Those very clouds, so bright, so gay, Or in your threaten'd thunder's grave, So fair-are vapours which the earth
black vest, Flung, as diseased parts away,-
Like black, deep waters slowly moving by, Foul mists, which owe their second birth Awfully striking the spectator's breast To him who keeps his throne on high, With your Creator's dread sublimity, To bless the earth and gild the sky.
As admiration mutely views your storms; Yes! 'tis the sun whose influence brings And I do love to see you idly lie, A change to these degraded things
Painted by heav'n as various as your forms, That gives them lovely forms—and then Pausing upon the eastern mountain high,
Deprives thern of their baneful powers, As morn awakes with spring's wood-harAnd sends to mother Earth again
mony; In gentle dews and cheering showers, And sweeter still, when in your slumber's What was her burthen and her bane.
You hang the western arch o'er day's proud Man feels a change as great-when man
eye: Feels that immortal spark within
Still as the even-pool, uncurv'd and Whose inight no human tongue can tell,
smooth, Which shines to lighten and dispel
My gazing soul has look'd most placidly; The darkness and the weight of sin ;
And higher still devoutly wish'd to strain, When He, whu form'd Creation's whole, To wipe your shrouds and sky's blue blinders To school and guide the human soul,
by, Bids o'er the intellectual skies
With all the warmness of a moon-struck The Sun of Righteousness arise,
brain, And things of heaven and earth assume To catch a glimpse of Him who bids you Their proper shape of light or gloom.”
And view the dwelling of ALL MAJESTY.
snow, Adorn and bless the mental sky,
Long had I watch'd the glory moving on, And then his glories never die!
O'er the still radiance of the lake below; Tranquil its spirit seem'd, and flvated slow,
E'en in its very motion there was rest;
While ev'ry breath of eve that chauced to TO THE CLOUDS.
Wafted the trav'ller to the beauteous west. O PAINTED CLOUDS! sweet beauties of the Emblein, methought, of the departed soul
To whose white robe the gleam of bliss sky, How have I viewed your motion and
And by the breath of mercy made to roll your rest, When like fleet hunters ye have left mine
Right onward to the golden gates of heav'n, eye,
Where to the eye of faith it peaceful lies, In your thiu gauze of woolly-Meecing drest: And tells to man bis glorious destinies.