74 CASTALIAN HOURS. 



Our eyes with glory? — Can our spirits be 



Worldly, that all impatient of the ill, 

 Would grow into thy beauty ; and like thee 



Dispel the cloud and darkness, which the woe, 

 And strife, and weakness of our mortal bent. 



Have cast upon us from the things below; 

 And change them to a nobler element, 

 As thine is, when by no fierce tempest rent. 



In majesty of light thy mansions glow." 



/ MOUNTAIN SCENERY. 



"Haunts of wild beauty, where the glowing Mind 

 Drinks deep the fulness of some heavenly sense ; 



Feeling as if amid ye were enshrined 

 The awful presence of Omnipotence. 



For ye are they among whose scenes we find 

 All faculties absorbed in the immense 

 Of mind's dilating powers; still borrowing thence 



A hallowed joy — voiceless and undefined, 

 Yet breathing forth from all. Ye can divest 



The soul of ail its earthliness, and raise 



High thoughts and glorious feelings, unexpressed, 

 Save in the heart's mute worship; wherein best 



Speaks the enkindled spirit, which our gaze 

 Draws ever nearer to the Mightiest." 



SONNET. 



" There is a glory on the dark rough hill, 



When the low Sun his setting radiance throws; 

 There is a beauty seems wide space to fill, 



When the fair Moon in stainless lustre glows; 



There is a charm in Summer's mossy rose, — 

 A music on the gale, and in the rill 



That through its reeds with bubbling whisper flows :— 

 There is a grandeur when the clouds unfold, 

 And the dread Tempest's voice bursts forth, until 



Man can but listen; while its thunderings rolled 



'Mid the torn skies, arouse the answering Main. 

 Oh Earth ! Air ! Ocean ! wherefore should we seek 



Language, save yours ? — The Eternal's glorious fane, 

 Where oracles of Heaven around us speak ! " 



