. Miami woods, A golden wedding, and other poems . t in other lands have read The secrets of the Past on images, On stones, and on the corpses of the dead Exhumed from the repose of centuries, Eead nothing here. The garrulous tongue of Time —Time, that has hung the forests round like clouds Upon the hillsides: Time, that here has cut Grooves in the rocks which antedate the pits Hewn in the hills of Latium for the first Foundations of old Rome,—throughout these wilds Makes not a sign, and syllables no sound, To break the eternal seal that rests on all! So let it be! Why seek to know what God,In
. Miami woods, A golden wedding, and other poems . t in other lands have read The secrets of the Past on images, On stones, and on the corpses of the dead Exhumed from the repose of centuries, Eead nothing here. The garrulous tongue of Time —Time, that has hung the forests round like clouds Upon the hillsides: Time, that here has cut Grooves in the rocks which antedate the pits Hewn in the hills of Latium for the first Foundations of old Rome,—throughout these wilds Makes not a sign, and syllables no sound, To break the eternal seal that rests on all! So let it be! Why seek to know what God,In his inscrutable ways, has hidden thus?It may be wise such mysteries to explore;To probe the Past for what it holds so dark ;But in familiar things that lie alongOur daily walks, are lessons for us all :And he who seeks the profit of his soulIn free communings with the things that speak 14 Miami Woods. Most reverently of God on earth, may askThe Present with humility, and findIn all ahout him revelations deep,As I do now, here in Miami Part First—1839. 15 Part iFfrst. 1839. The autumn time is with us!—Its approachWas heralded, not many days ago,By hazy skies that veiled the brazen sun,And sea-like murmurs from the rustling corn,And low-voiced brooks that wandered drowsilyBy pendent clusters of empurpling grapesSwinging upon the vine. And now, tis here!And what a change hath passd upon the faceOf nature, where the waving forest spreads,Then robed in deepest green! All through the nightThe subtle frost has plied its magic art;And in the day the golden sun hath wroughtTrue wonders; and the winds of morn and evenHave touchd with magic breath the changing now, as wanders the dilating eyeAthwart the varied landscape, circling far,What gorgeousness, what blazonry, what pompOf colors, bursts upon the ravished sight!Here, where the poplar rears its yellow crest,A golden glory ; yonder, where the oakStands monarch of the forest, and the ash 16 Miami Woods. Is g
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