POEMS OF NATURE.
lve llod.b iJ toa uw~ fritg nt.
Tuz world ill too much with ua.; late and aoon.
Getting IUld •pending, we lay waste our powers;
LitUe we eee 111 nAture that Ia oura;
We have given our hearts away, a eord\d boon!
Thia Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ;
The winds that will be howling at lill houn,
.And ara up-gatber'd now like eleeping ilowen ;
For thil, for every thing, we are out of tune;
U movea us not.-Great God I I'd rather be
.A Pa,:ta.n auckled in a creed outworn ;
So m1ght I, &tanding ou tbia pleaaa.nt lea,
Have glimpaea that would make me leaa forloru ;·
Have eight of Proteus coming from the ee&;
Or bear old Tl'iton blow hill wreatbM born.
Wotu>swoRTli.
WJTB other ministrations thou, 0 Nature,
Realest thy wandering and di.atemper'd child I
Thou poureat on him thy aof\ iuftut>ncea,
Thy sunny huea, fair forms, and breathing aweeta,
'J:'hy melodies of woO(] a, and winds, and. watel'&;
Till be relent, and can no more end11re
To be a jarring and discordant thing
.Amid this general dllllce and minatralsy;
But, buratiog into tears, wins back hia way,
Ria angry spirit heal'd and humanized
By the benignant touch of love and bea.uty.
OoLUtl>GL. "