ALLEGRA. I WOULD more natures were like thine, That we who drink forget to pine, And can but dream of bliss in store. Thou canst not see a shade in life; Thou wast some foundling whom the Hours Hath ruled thy nature from its birth, As if thy natal stars were flowers That shook their seeds round thee on earth. And thou, to lull thine infant rest, Thine every fancy seems to borrow Making a golden cloud of sorrow, I would more natures were like thine, Whose sad thoughts, even, leap and shine, THE FOUNTAIN. INTO the sunshine, Into the moonlight, When the winds blow! Into the starlight Ever in motion, Blithesome and cheery, Still climbing heavenward, Never aweary ;— Glad of all weathers, Still seeming best, Full of a nature VOL. I. Ceaseless aspiring, Ceaseless content, Glorious fountain! 3 ODE. I. IN the old days of awe and keen-eyed wonder, The outward shell and skin of daily life. There was in him no hope of fame, no passion, Than the world's seeming loss could take away. To know the heart of all things was his duty, All things did sing to him to make him wise, And, with a sorrowful and conquering beauty, The soul of all looked grandly from his eyes. He gazed on all within him and without him, He watched the flowing of Time's steady tide, And shapes of glory floated all about him And whispered to him, and he prophesied. Than all men he more fearless was and freer, And all his brethren cried with one accord,"Behold the holy man! Behold the Seer! Him who hath spoken with the unseen Lord!" He to his heart with large embrace had taken The universal sorrow of mankind, And, from that root, a shelter never shaken, |