¡TERNAL and Omnipotent Unseen! Who bad'st the world, with all its lives complete, Thee I adore with reverence serene; Here, in the fields, thine own cathedral meet, Built by thyself, star-roofed, and hung with green, Wherein all breathing things in concord sweet, Organed by winds, perpetual hymns repeat. Here hast thou spread that book to every eye, Whose tongue and truth all, all may read and prove, On whose three blessèd leaves, Earth, Ocean, Sky, Thine own right hand hath stamped might, justice, love; Grand Trinity, which binds in due degree God, man, and brute, in social unity. HORACE SMITH. H ON THE STATUE OF A PIPING FAUN. ARK! hear'st thou not the pipe of Faunus, sweeping, In dulcet glee, through Thessaly's domain? Dost thou not see embowered wood-nymphs peeping To watch the Graces that around him reign; While distant vintagers, and peasants reaping, Stand in mute transport, listening to the strain ; And Pan himself, beneath a pine-tree sleeping, Looks round, and smiles, and drops to sleep again? O happy Greece! while thy blest sons were rovers They in their minds a brighter region founded, Where forms of grace through sunny landscapes bounded, By music and enchantment all surrounded. HORACE SMITH. 1 1 ON A GREEN-HOUSE. ERE, from earth's dædal heights and dingles lowly, The representatives of Nature meet; Not like a Congress, or Alliance Holy Of Kings, to rivet chains, but with their sweet Blossomy mouths to preach the love complete, That with pearl'd misletoe, and beaded holly, Clothed them in green unchangeable, to greet Winter with smiles, and banish melancholy. I envy not the Emathian madman's fame, Who won the world, and built immortal shame On tears and blood; but if some flower, new found, In its embalming cup might shroud my name, Mine were a tomb more worthily renowned HORACE SMITH. : THE HARVEST MOON. HE crimson moon, uprising from the sea, To greet the soft appearance of her sphere ;- TO A WATER BIRD. MELANCHOLY bird !—a winter's day And, taught by God, dost thy whole being To patience, which all evil can allay ; God has appointed thee the fish thy prey; And his unthinking course by thee to weigh. He who has not enough for these to spare Of time or gold, may yet amend his heart, And teach his soul by brooks and rivers fair; Nature is always wise in every part. LORD THURLOW. |