A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

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BPJ.XK full well, in langange qu11int and olden,
One who dweHetb by tbt~ castled Rhine,
When be call'd the Bowen, eo blue and ~olden.
Stan, that in ea.rt.h's firmament do ah1ne.

Stan they are, wherein we read our history,
Aa utrologors and seers of eld ;
Yet not wrapp'd about with awful mystery,
Like the burning stars which they beheld.

Wondrous truths, and mauift,ld u wondrous,
God hath written in those stan above ;
:But not leu in the bright flowerets under ue
Stands the revelation of his love.

Bright and glorious .i.e that revelation
Written all over this great world of ours;
Making evident our own creation,
In these stars of earth-these golden flowers.

.And the Poet, faithful and far-seeing,
Seea, alike in ett.rs and Bowen, a part
Of the ael£-aame universal being,
Which is throbbing in his brain and heart.

Gorgeous flowereta in the sun-light shining;

BIOBSOma flaunting in the eye of day,

Tremulous leaves, with eon and eUver liDing,

Buds that open only to decay;

BrilliiUlt hopes, 1\11 woven in gorgeous tiunea,

Flaunting gaily in the golden light;

Large desires, with most uncertain issues;

Tender wishes, blOBBoming at night I

These in flowers and men are more than seeming ;

Workings are they of the aelf-aame powe~

Which the Poet, in no idle dreaming,

Seeth in himself and in the flowen.

Everywhere about ua nre tbev glowing,

Some like eta~ to tell us ~pring ia hom ;

Others, their blue eyes with tears o'erflowing,

Stand like Ruth amid the golden corn;