THE SEEING BEAUTY. 
I TEOD the green-wood’s flickering skade, 
Where Spring her earliest gems display’d, 
And hoarding them, as on I pass’d, 
I deem’d each lovelier than the last. 
Bnt when this sweet SpEmo- Beauty rose, 
I said, with thee, my search shall close; 
For who can view this lovely flower, 
ISTor wake to beauty’s silent power? 
Its opening petal, soft and sleek. 
As glow of love o’er childhood’s cheek. 
Its buds, like smiles, that nestle in 
The rosy mouth and dimpled chin. 
I love it, for the poorest child. 
May gather of its sweetness wild. 
You find it not in garden bower. 
The wild-wood owns the lovely flower. 
Wide may the eyes of wonder stare. 
To view what skill of man may dare. 
Where winds of heaven in fragments strip. 
And scatter wide, the noblest ship. 
Far down beneath the angry wave. 
Where rests the stillness of the grave, 
'Now do his boldest plans essay. 
Between two worlds a path to lay. 
Where thoughts from each to each may run, 
like rays of light from yonder sun. 
Then may the friend fond words repeat. 
And distant love the message greet. 
^( 9 ) 
