THE SOUL'S EXPRESSION. WITH stammering lips and insufficient sound, I strive and struggle to deliver right That music of my nature, day and night With dream and thought and feeling, interwound, And inly answering all the senses round With octaves of a mystic depth and height, Which step out grandly to the infinite From the dark edges of the sensual ground! This song of soul I struggle to outbear Through portals of the sense, sublime and whole, And utter all myself into the air: But if I did it,- -as the thunder-roll Breaks its own cloud,-my flesh would perish there, Before that dread apocalypse of soul. THE SERAPH AND POET. THE seraph sings before the manifest For wronging him; and in the darkness prest Sing, seraph with the glory! Sing, poet with the sorrow! Heaven is high— Earth is low. The universe's inward voices cry "Amen" to either song of joy and woe Sing seraph,-poet,-sing on equally. BEREAVEMENT. WHEN Some Beloveds, 'neath whose eyelids lay A thought within me to myself did say, 66 Is God less God, that thou art left undone ? Rise, worship, bless Him! in this sackcloth spun, As in that purple! "—But I answer, nay! What child his filial heart in words can loose, If he behold his tender father raise The hand that chastens sorely? Can he choose CONSOLATION. ALL are not taken! there are left behind Nor any path but hollowly did ring, Where "dust to dust" the love from life disjoined— And if before those sepulchres unmoving I stood alone, (as some forsaken lamb Goes bleating up the moors in weary dearth) Crying "Where are ye, O my loved and loving?". I know a Voice would sound, "Daughter, I AM. Can I suffice for HEAVEN, and not for earth?" TO MARY RUSSELL MITFORD IN HER GARDEN. WHAT time I lay these rhymes anear thy feet, 66 Low-rooted verse may reach some heavenly heat, Though not as precious." Thou art unperplext, VOL. I. Y . |