When the moon bursts forth above, Tinging all with light and love, When with soft and silky trace, Slumber finds a resting place On the eyes of bees and men; Snug within some floweret then You have made your bed, till day Shows the sweets your dreams pourtray.
THE waves rise in rebellion--far away The wreck-doomed ship is borne resistless on; And hark! the screaming sea-mews trill their lay Of terrible delight--its echo's moan Dies wildly on the tempest, and the spray Dashes around us, chilling hope to stone; And vast and fathomless the mountain waves, Yawning around us, marshall forth our graves.
The clouds move like the billows o'er the ocean, Clashing in fury as they hurry by; They mingle fiercely, and in rude commotion, As if a hurricane swept o'er the sky. Now, let the soul rely on her devotion, Now, let the prayer to HIM be lifted high, Who stills the storm, and calms the mighty wave, "And strong to smite, is also strong to save."
See! yon poor wretch dashed from the vessel's prow-- He catches at the spar that hurries past, 'Tis vain! the waves are mightier still--and now, Beneath their force his strength gives way at last: Onward we drift--but, lo! o'er heaven's brow The moon her welcome light, at length, has cast, Like hope o'er madness, but it tends to show The life that smiles above, the death that yawns below.
THUS Jesus spoke--the earth dismayed Opened its womb; The dead man heard, his Lord obeyed; He left his tomb: And thousands, unbelievers, saw The power of God; Then they believed his holy law, And word, that burst the sod.
Thus when he frees the wicked heart From earth's control, Sin and ungodliness depart From the waked soul. He cleans it by his blood and death-- To it is given To know, all peace, all hope, all faith, All ante-taste of heaven.
SUMMER approaches, filling earth with flowers, The skies with beauty, and the woods with song, While April, like a coy bride, wends along In tearful smiles, half-wooed by the gay hours. All nature breathes a welcome to young May, Summer's bright harbinger, who bears her smile Through every land, with blooming health the while, And all are blest who feel her gladd'ning ray. How pleasant 'tis beneath the summer noon, When the soft wind hath lulled itself asleep, On some fair hill a festival to keep, While fancy on the wing revisits soon Th' o'erarching world, the true, the pure, the fair, Gath'ring with bliss all inspiration there.