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The moonlight music of the waves

In storms is heard no more,
When the livid lightning mocks the wreck

At midnight on the shore;
And the mariner's song of home has ceased -

His corse is on the sea;
And music ceases, when it rains,

In Scudder's balcony.



When from the sacred garden driven,

Man fled before his Maker's wrath, An Angel left her place in heaven,

And crossed the wanderer's sunless path. 'Twas Art! sweet Art! new radiance broke,

Where her light foot flew o'er the ground, And thus with seraph voice she spoke:

“The Curse a Blessing shall be found.”

She led him through the trackless wild,

Where noontide sunbeam never blazed; The thistle shrunk — the harvest smiled,

And Nature gladdened as she gazed. Earth's thousand tribes of living things,

At Art's command, to him are given ; The village grows, the city springs, And point their spires of faith to heaven.

He rends the oak- and bids it ride,

To guard the shores its beauty graced;

He smites the rock-upheaved in pride,

See towers of strength and domes of taste. Earth's teeming caves their wealth reveal,

Fire bears his banner on the wave, He bids the mortal poison heal,

And leaps triumphant o'er the grave.

He plucks the pearls that stud the deep,

Admiring Beauty's lap to fill;
He breaks the stubborn marble's sleep,

And mocks his own Creator's skill.
With thoughts that fill his glowing soul,

He bids the ore illume the page, And proudly scorning time's control,

Commerces with an unborn age.

In fields of air he writes his name,

And treads the chambers of the sky, He reads the stars, and grasps the flame

That quivers round the Throne on high. In war renowned, in peace sublime,

He moves in greatness and in grace; His power subduing space and time,

Links realm to realm, and race to race.



I saw two clouds at morning,

Tinged with the rising sun;
And in the dawn they floated on,

And mingled into one:
I thought that morning cloud was blest,
It moved so sweetly to the west.

I saw two summer currents

Flow smoothly to their meeting,
And join their course, with silent force,

In peace each other greeting :
Calm was their course through banks of green,
While dippling eddies played between.

Such be your gentle motion,

Till life's last pulse shall beat;
Like summer's beam, and summer's stream,

Float on in joy, to meet
A calmer sea, where storms shall cease-
A purer sky, where all is peace.

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How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,

When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood,

And every loved spot which my infancy knew;

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