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To my heart that would be bleaching To thy whiteness, Cliff of Wight. [Page 394.] Hope 'T is borne on the zephyr at eventide's hour; It falls on the heart like the dew on the flower,-- An infinite essence from tropic to pole, The promise, the home, and the heaven of Soul. [5] Hope happifies life, at the altar or bower, And loosens the fetters of pride and of power; It comes through our tears, as the soft summer rain, To beautify, bless, and make joyful again. The harp of the minstrel, the treasure of time; [10] A rainbow of rapture, o'erarching, divine; The God-given mandate that speaks from above,-- No place for earth's idols, but hope thou, and love. Rondelet "The flowers of June The gates of memory unbar: The flowers of June Such old-time harmonies _re_tune, I fain would keep the gates ajar,-- So full of sweet enchantment are [20] The flowers of June." JAMES T. WHITE [Page 395.] To Mr. James T. White Who loves not June [2] Is out of tune With love and God; The rose his rival reigns, [5] The stars reject his pains, His home the clod! And yet I trow, When sweet _rondeau_ Doth play a part, [10] The curtain drops on June; Veiled is the modest moon-- Hushed is the heart. Autumn Written in childhood, in a maple grove [15] Quickly earth's jewels disappear; The turf, whereon I tread, Ere autumn blanch another year, May rest above my head. Touched by the finger of decay [20] Is every earthly love; For joy, to shun my weary way, Is registered above. The languid brooklets yield their sighs, A requiem o'er the tomb [25] Of sunny days and cloudless skies, Enhancing autumn's gloom. [Page 396.] The wild winds mutter, howl, and moan, [1] To scare my woodland walk, And frightened fancy flees, to roam Where ghosts and goblins stalk. The cricket's sharp, discordant scream [5] Fills mortal sense with dread; More sorrowful it scarce could seem; It voices beauty fled. Yet here, upon this faded sod,-- O happy hours and fleet,-- [10] When songsters' matin hymns to God Are poured in strains so sweet, My heart unbidden joins rehearse; I hope it's better mad
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