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Sheds light and life; the fruits, the flowers, the trees,
Arise in due succession ; all things speak
Peace, harmony, and love. The Universe,
In nature's silent eloquence, declares
That all fulfil the works of love and joy,–
All but the outcast, Man. He fabricates
The sword which stabs his peace; he cherisheth
The snakes that gnaw his heart; he raiseth up
The tyrant whose delight is in his woe,
Whose sport is in his agony. Yon sun,
Lights it the great alone? Yon silver beams,
Sleep they less sweetly on the cottage thatch
Than on the dome of kings? Is mother Earth
A step-dame to her numerous sons who earn
Her unshared gifts with unremitting toil;
A mother only to those puling babes
Who, nursed in ease and luxury, make men
The playthings of their babyhood, and mar,
In self-important childishness, the peace
· Which men alone appreciate ?

Spirit of Nature ! no !
The pure diffusion of thy essence throbs
Alike in every human heart.

Thou aye erectest there
Thy throne of power unappealable:

Thou art the judge beneath whose nod
Man's brief and frail authority

Is powerless as the wind

That passeth idly by :
Thine the tribunal which surpasseth

The show of human justice
As God surpasses man.

Spirit of Nature ! thou
Life of interminable multitudes;

Soul of those mighty spheres
Whose changeless paths through heaven's deep silence lie ;

Soul of that smallest being
The dwelling of whose life
Is one faint April sun-gleam ;-
Man, like these passive things,
Thy will unconsciously fulfilleth :

Like theirs, his age of endless peace,
Which time is fast maturing,

W ill swiftly, surely, come;
And the unbounded frame which thou pervadest

Will be without a flaw
Marring its perfect symmetry.

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IV. How beautiful this night! The balmiest sigh hich vernal Zephyrs breathe in Evening's ear ere discord to the speaking quietude That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, arough which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, ems like a canopy which Love has spread

curtain her sleeping world. Yon gentle hills
Ded in a garment of untrodden snow;
n darksome rocks whence icicles depend,
• stainless that their white and glittering spires

ge not the moon's pure beam ; yon castled steep
lose banner hangeth o'er the time-worn tower
idly that rapt fancy deemeth it
netaphor of peace ;-all form a scene
ere musing Solitude might love to lift

I soul above this sphere of earthliness, Where Silence undisturbed might watch alone, — so cold, so bright, so still.

The orb of day,
southern climes, o'er ocean's waveless field
ks sweetly smiling : not the faintest breath
us o'er the unruffled deep; the clouds of eve
lect unmoved the lingering beam of day;
I vesper's image on the western main
beautifully still. To-morrow comes :
ed upon cloud, in dark and deepening mass,

o'er the blackened waters ; the deep roar
Istant thunder mutters awfully ;
'Pest unfolds its pinion o'er the gloom

Shrouds the boiling surge ; the pitiless fiend,
all his winds and lightnings, tracks his prey ;
som deep yawns,—the vessel finds a grave

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Ah! whence yon glare That fires the arch of heaven?—that dark-red smoke · Blotting the silver moon? The stars are quenched In darkness, and the pure and spangling snow Gleams faintly through the gloom that gathers round. Hark to that roar whose swift and deafening peals In countless echoes through the mountains ring, Startling pale Midnight on her starry throne ! Now swells the intermingling din ; the jar Frequent and frightful of the bursting bomb; The falling beam, the shriek, the groan, the shout, The ceaseless clangor, and the rush of men Inebriate with rage :-loud and more loud The discord grows; till pale Death shuts the scene, And o'er the conqueror and the conquered draws His cold and bloody shroud. Of all the men Whom day's departing beam saw blooming there In proud and vigorous health ; of all the hearts That beat with anxious life at sunset there ; How few survive, how few are beating now! All is deep silence, like the fearful calm That slumbers in the storm's portentous pause; Save when the frantic wail of widowed love Comes shuddering on the blast, or the faint moan With which some soul bursts from the frame of clay Wrapped round its struggling powers.

The grey morn
Dawns on the mournful scene; the sulphurous smoke
Before the icy wind slow rolls away,
And the bright beams of frosty morning dance
Along the spangling snow. There tracks of blood
Even to the forest's depth, and scattered arms,
And lifeless warriors whose hard lineaments
Death's self could change not, mark the dreadful path
Of the outsallying victors : far behind,
Black ashes note where their proud city stood.
Within yon forest is a gloomy glen-
Each tree which guards its darkness from the day
Waves o'er a warrior's tomb.

I see thee shrink,
Surpassing Spirit !- wert thou human else?
I see a shade of doubt and horror fleet

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Across thy stainless features : yet fear not;
This is no unconnected misery,
Nor stands uncaused and irretrievable.
Man's evil nature, that apology
Which kings who rule, and cowards who crouch, set up
For their unnumbered crimes, sheds not the blood
Which desolates the discord-wasted land :
from kings, and priests, and statesmen, war arose,
Whose safety is man's deep unbettered woe,
Whose grandeur his debasement. Let the axe
Strike at the root, the poison-tree will fall ;
And, where its venomed exhalations spread
kuin and death and woe, where millions lay
Quenching the serpent's famine, and their bones
Bleaching unburied in the putrid blast,
A garden shall arise, in loveliness
Surpassing fabled Eden.

Hath Nature's soul, hat formed this world so beautiful, that spread

th's lap with plenty, and life's smallest chord Strung to unchanging unison, that gave he happy birds their dwelling in the grove, nat yielded to the wanderers of the deep The lovely silence of the unfathomed main, And filled the meanest worm that crawls in dust With spirit, thought, and love,-on Man alone,

tial in causeless malice, wantonly leaped ruin, vice, and slavery? his soul asted with withering curses ; placed afar ne meteor happiness, that shuns his grasp,

serving on the frightful gulf to glare, Kent wide beneath his footsteps ?

Nature !-no! augs, priests, and statesmen, blast the human flower,

h in its tender bud ; their influence darts

e subtle poison through the bloodless veins of desolate society. The child,

he can lisp his mother's sacred name,

Is with the unnatural pride of crime, and lifts
baby-sword even in a hero's mood.
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Learnt in soft childhood's unsuspecting hour,
Serve as the sophisms with which manhood dims
Bright reason's ray, and sanctifies the sword
Upraised to shed a brother's innocent blood.
Let priest-led slaves cease to proclaim that man
Inherits vice and misery, when Force
And Falsehood hang even o'er the cradled babe,
Stifling with rudest grasp all natural good.
Ah ! to the stranger-soul, when first it peeps
From its new tenement, and looks abroad
For happiness and sympathy, how stern
And desolate a tract is this wide world!
How withered all the buds of natural good !
No shade, no shelter from the sweeping storms
Of pitiless power ! On its wretched frame-
Poisoned, perchance, by the disease and woe
Heaped on the wretched parent whence it sprung,
By morals, law, and custom,—the pure winds
Of heaven, that renovate the insect tribes,
May breathe not. The untainting light of day
May visit not its longings. It is bound
Ere it has life : yea, all the chains are forged
Long ere its being : all liberty and love
And peace is torn from its defencelessness;
Cursed from its birth, even from its cradle doomed

To abjectness and bondage !
Throughout this varied and eternal world
Soul is the only element, the block
That for uncounted ages has remained.
The moveless pillar of a mountain's weight
Is active living spirit. Every grain
Is sentient both in unity and part,
And the minutest atom comprehends
A world of loves and hatreds. These beget
Evil and good : hence truth and falsehood spring ;
Hence will, and thought, and action, all the germs
Of pain or pleasure, sympathy or hate,
That variegate the eternal universe.
Soul is not more polluted than the beams
Of heaven's pure orb ere round their rapid lines
The taint of earth-born atmospheres arise.

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