Original Poetry.

Evening Star, Volume VIII, Issue 2274, 20 August 1870, Page 2

Original Poetry.

: NIGHT. i. Clear and unclouded are the azure skies, The stars are forth, and in bright radiance shine; And beauteous Nature, wrapped in slumber lies In stern magnificence of awe divine ! In this lone wood as pensive I recline. Lull’d by the solemn meanings of the wind, I, for awhile, all worldly cares resign, For loftier thoughts inspire my musing mind: As fancy flics to heaven all cares arc left behind. ,11. ■ ' ‘Tig Sabbath eve, and all around is still; No sound breaks in upon my calm repose, , Save the faint murmur of yon distant rill That glitters in the moonlight, as it flows Along the wooded vale, and wider grows, __ Until ‘tie launched in the o’crwhelmihg sea!— ‘Tis thus with man : his hitter: griefs and woes Still gather round him while he lives, till he Is lost amid the dark waves of eternity 1 in. T gaze with heavenly rapture on the scene That lies unfolded to my wondering eyes ; Tire glittering stars, and moon, palo and serene, Yon distant mountains, whose dark summits rise In hoary grandeur, tow'ring to the sky, That seem to look’ down proudly and despise The grovelling world that far beneath doth lie. And heaven’s storms and tempests do alike defy. IV. Cold heai tod sceptic, wheresoe’er thou art, Who look’st on all thou seo’st with doubting eye . . Such scents might teach thy heart To own the presence of the Deity ! How could’st thou look into you starry sky, Where countless worlds in light and beauty roll, And Nature’s great Creator still deny ? Those burning stars might tell thy darken’d soul, That all is ruled by God’s omnipotent control. v. Hark ! from yon vale beneath: it is the sound Of chapel bells* inviting all to prayer ! A dee)) solemnity is cast around As it floats in echoes through the evening air. If aught there be on earth can fancy bear To heaven, it is the charms of such a scene ; When conscious Nature seems thy thoughts to share, To nnise in so’itudc, alone, unseen, Lost to thy cares, forgetting they had ever been. . VI. Oh, lovely Nature, thou hast charms for me Through all the varying changes,of tjje year; In tempest or in calm, on land or sea, Thou art the solace of my wand’rings here ! ‘Twas thou who first taught me to love, t revere, The All-creating Ppwer that gave thee hi th; And fixed in heaven each eternal sphere , That rolls in glory round our mother earth, Filling the boundless realms of space with light .and mirth. Jacques. Duuccjin,