I gazed upon the graven page, I turned a leaf; O, failure dire! Where is the genius, where the fire, I felt disgust? No, there was naught That such a feeling could have wrought; A gentle, unassuming air; A civil thinker, smooth and fair. I turned the leaves; at every page, Discovered pleasant thoughts and sage; In "linked sweetness," drawn with art, Was every line, and every part. The style was neither stale nor trite; Aversion fled; and I confess, His looks were full of loveliness! Thus genius clothes the form with grace, And Pan puts on Apollo's face! IX. "WHERE IS GOD?" (1842.) Ask of the stars, eternal lights, Ask of the misty cloud, that floats Ask of the flower, whose longest life Its fleeting breath in fragrance speaks"God's presence I portray.” Ask of the oak, whose towering form He answers, with a murm'ring sound— "God is my strength and stay!" Ask of the waves, whose thunder-gongs An endless beating keep; And wave succeeding wave replies"God dwells upon the deep!" Ask of the booming cataract, The river's winding maze; Profound and far its voice proclaims"My organ peals his praise!" Ask of the bolt that cleaves the sky, The sound that shakes the sphere; And o'er the heaven they both reply-"We come to teach his fear!" Ask of all nature; from her heart, "Lo, God is here! Lo, God is there! HIGH on Endeavor's summit stands The castle fair, not made with hands; Where Perseverance meets Renown, And Patience wears the victor's crown. Its rugged battlements are high, But bold is he who would essay That leads o'er rocks and mountains bare, Here Fancy, with her winged feet, Here Worth toils on with steady pace, Presumption starts with swaggering gate, Thus midst the many scores that start, XI. THE OLD BACHELOR. (1842.) I'VE often heard it said and whispered round, That just beyond the precincts of the town, There lives a single man of high renown, A bachelor. His reputation is of such a grade, I thought perhaps he lived in great parade; My knowledge short. It happened on a bright and sunny day, His rustic home holds a conspicuous place That "beauty unadorned's adorned the most,” Or shading leaves enough to screen a ghost, Were not amiss. His orchard next I viewed; 'twas large indeed, I gazed around, through every lot and lane; As the old castle faded from my view, As Solomon's. |