POI!:KS 01' RU.IQlQlJ,Earth grows a aha.dow
Forgotten whole,
And Heaven liva.
In the blessed soul!High thought. I
Th!lY are with me,
When, deep within tbe bosom o! the foreat,
Thy morning melody
.Abroad into the sky, thou, tbr08tla, poureat.
When the young sunbeams glAnos &mOD£ the trees-
When on the ear comes the soft song of liees-
When PVt-ry branch has its own favourite bird
And eonga of summer. from each thicket heard !-
Where the owl fiitte~
Where the roe eitteth,
And bolilleaa
Seems sleeping there ;
While nature's pra.yer
Goea up to heaven
In purity,
Till aU i.e glory
And joy to Die!
High thoughts!
They are my own ·
"Wben I am resting on a mountain's bosom,
And see below me atrown
The huts and homes where humble Yirtue~~ bloesom;
When I can trnce each streamlet through the meadow-
When I can follow every fitflll shadow-
When I cau watch the winds nmong the corn ,
And see the waves along the forest bome ;
Where blue-bell n11d heather
Axe blooming together,
And far doth come
The Sabbath bell,
O'er wood nnd fell;
I bear the beating
or nature's heart :
Heaven is before me
Gou I Thou art I