THE LITTLE CLOUDS:
A thousand clouds in air display'd.
Proud at his feet, with pomp of pearl and gold,
The billows in a sea of glory roll'd.
So felt Columbus, when, divinely fair.
From rude Caffraria, where the giraffes browse
Leads the light leopard on his eager way.
When the wild hunter takes his lonely way
Where Albion's rocks exult amid the sea.
The Negro village swarms abroad to play.
Where roll Ohio's streams, Missouri's floods.
THE FALLING LEAF.
THE PEAK MOUNTAINS :
THE WORLD BEFORE THE FLOOD:
Luxuriant vines, and golden harvests, grew ;
By freshening waters flocks and cattle stray'd.
When at the porch of heaven the sun appear'd
That Javan's artless songs were Zillah's joy.
They met, as they were often wont to meet.
He spied the semblance of a sleeping maid
Arch'd o'er a cottage roof, that peeps between,
Dwells Enoch.
Fell on his neck, and kiss'd him, wept, and cried,
My son my son!..
Then light from heaven with sudden beauty came,
Pure on the altar blazed the unkindled flame. JOHN GILBERT
A mother's eye is quick to see,