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Winter giveth the fields and the trees so old
Their beards of icicles and snow;
We must cover over the embers low;
Winter maketh the sun in the gloomy sky
Wrap him 'round with a mantle of cloud;
Thou tearest away the mournful shroud,
When thy merry step draws near!
WOODS IN WINTER.
When winter winds are piercing chill,
And through the hawthorn blows the gale,
That overbrows the lonely vale.
Through the long reach of desert woods,
And gladden those deep solitudes
Where, twisted round the barren oak,
The summer vine in beauty clung,
The crystal icicle is hung.
Where from their frozen urns, mute springs
Pour out the river's gradual tide,
And voices fill the woodland side.
Alas! how changed from the fair scene,
When birds sang out their mellow lay,
And the song ceased not with the day,
But still wild music is abroad,
Pale, desert woods ! within your crowd ; And gathering winds in hoarse accord
Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud.
Chill airs, and wintry winds ! my ear
Has grown familiar with your song ;
H. W. LONGFELLOW.
Sad soul-dear heart, O why repine ?
The melancholy tale is plain ;
Have bloomed and died again.
The sweet and silver-sandaled Dew,
Which, like a maiden, fed the flowers, Hath waned into the beldame Frost,
And walked amid our bowers.
Some buds there were-sad hearts, be still!
Which looked awhile unto the sky, Then breathed but once or lived, to tell
How sweetest things may die !
And some must blight where many bloom ;
But, blight or bloom, the fruit must fall!
Since winter gathers all ?
He wraps them in his mantle cold,
For he is blind and old.
Sad soul-dear heart, no more repine
The tale is beautiful and plain : Surely as winter taketh all,
The spring shall bring again.
T. B. READ.
FRAGMENT FROM THE GREEK OF ARISTOTLE.
F there were beings who lived in the depths of the earth, in dwell
possessed in rich abundance by those whom we esteem fortunate; and if these beings could receive tidings of the power and might of the gods, and could then emerge from their hidden dwellings through the open tissures of the earth, to the places which we inhabit; if they could sud. denly behold the earth, and the sea, and the vault of heaven ; could recognize the expanse of the cloudy firmament, and the might of the winds of heaven, and admire the sun in its majesty, beauty, and radi. ant effulgence; and, lastly, when night vailed the earth in darkness, they could behold the starry heavens, the changing moon, and the stars rising and setting in the unvarying course ordained from eternity, they would surely exclaim, " There are gods, and such great things must be the work of their hands."
Translation froin HUMBOLDT'S "Cosmos."
THE CREATION OF THE EARTH.
God said, Be gather'd now, ye waters under heav'n, Into one place, and let dry land appear. Immediately the mountains huge appear Emergent, and their broad backs upheave Into the clouds, their tops ascend the sky. So high as heav'd the tumid hills, so low Down sunk a hollow bottom, broad and deep, Capacious bed of waters : thither they Hasted with glad precipitance, uprollid As drops on dust conglobing from the dry : Part rise in crystal wall, or ridge direct, For haste; such flight the great command imprest On the swift floods ; as armies at the call Of trumpet (for of armies thou hast heard) Troop to their standard, so the wat’ry throng, Wave rolling after wave, where way they found; If steep, with torrent rapture, if through plain, Soft-ebbing; nor withstood them rock or hill, But they, or under ground, or circuit wide With serpent error wand'ring, found their way, And on the washy ooze deep channels wore, Easy, ere God had bid the ground be dry, All but within those banks, where rivers now Stream, and perpetual draw their humid train. The dry land Earth, and the great receptacle Of congregated waters he call'd Seas; And saw that it was good, and said, Let th' earth Put forth the verdant grass, herb yielding seed, And fruit-tree yielding fruit after her kind; Whose seed is in herself upon the earth. He scarce had said, when the bare earth, till then Desert and bare, unsightly, unadornd, Brought forth the tender grass, whose verdure clad Her universal face with pleasant green; Then herbs of every leaf, that sudden flower'd, Opining their various colors, and made gay Her bosom smelling sweet; and these scarce blown, Forth flourish'd thick the clust'ring vine, forth crept The swelling gourd, up stood the corny reed Embattl'd in her field ; and th' humble shrub,
And bush with frizzled hair implicit : last
John MILTON, 1608-1674.
Harp! lift thy voice on high,