DAYS IN MY GARDEN 



ness when we think of all the eyes that see her bright- 

 ness now, of all those w T ho have looked upon her face 

 in aeons of the past, while she with undiminished 

 light, and unfailing regularity, still shines on. 



Unto His measures 

 Moveth the whole 



beyond the ken of man, beyond his scales and rule. 

 And we are glad to come to earth again, all dusky 

 grey and shade, save where the moonlight beams have 

 touched the sleeping lake and turned its darkened 

 surface into molten lead, catching the eye of water- 

 fowl and staying their weird night-flight to rest, or 

 further on, where the river's bend has whitened to 

 quicksilver ; to gaze upon the long straight wake 

 MOONLIGHT looking like moon-fragments, as on the ocean's 



heaving breast they lift and dip and dwindle in a 

 tapered wedge a glittering path to meet the sky. 



Thou gavest me wide Nature for a Kingdom 

 And power to feel it, to enjoy it. Not 

 Cold gaze of wonder gav'st Thou me alone, 

 But even into her bosom's depth to look, 

 As it might be the bosom of a friend. 

 The grand array of living things Thou madest 

 To pass before me; mad'st me know my brothers, 

 In silent wood, in streamlet, and in hill. 



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ON THE SEA 



