THE LATTICE AT SUNRISE. on my bed at dawn I mused and prayed, I saw my lattice prankt upon the wall, The flaunting leaves and flitting birds withal A sunny phantom interlaced with shade; 'Thanks be to heaven!' in happy mood I said, 'What sweeter aid my matins could befall Than this fair glory from the East hath made? What holy sleights hath God, the Lord of all, To bid us feel and see! we are not free To say we see not, for the glory comes Nightly and daily, like the flowing sea ; His lustre pierceth through the midnight glooms ; And at prime hour, behold! He follows me With golden shadows to my secret rooms!' Charles Tennyson Turner. HUNDRED wings are dropt as soft as one, O happy, happy race! for though there clings Yet are ye blest! with not a thought that brings With anxious inquest fills his mortal span ! CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER. TIME AND TWILIGHT. N the dark twilight of an autumn morn, I stood within a little country-town, Wherefrom a long acquainted path went down To the dear village haunts where I was born; The low of oxen on the rainy wind, Death and the Past, came up the well-known road, But I was warn'd, 'Regrets which are not thrust CHARLES TENNYSON Turner. T was her first sweet child, her heart's delight : She could not dream her little child would die : She seem'd as buoyant as a summer spray, CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER. A SUMMER TWILIGHT. is a Summer's gloaming, balmy-sweet, A gloaming brightened by an infant moon, Fraught with the fairest light of middle June ; The lonely garden echoes to my feet, And hark! O hear I not the gentle dews, Fretting the silent forest in his sleep? Or does the stir of housing insects creep And, noiseless as the snow-flake, leaves his lair; Wheeling the self-same circuit o'er and o'er. CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER. |