A new library of poetry and song: . columns rise, its cables gleam, Great tents athwart the sky 1 And loiK; ii looms, august, , with the splendor of a dream,Its blazing cressets gild the streamTill evening shadows fly liy Nile stand piniiil llie pyramids, Hut they were for the dead ;The .iwful gloom that joy forbids. The mourners silent tread,The crypt, the coffins stony lids, -Sad as a soul the maze that thridsOf dark Amcnti, ere it rids Its way of judgment dread. This glorious arch, these climbing towers. Are all for life and cheer!Part of the New Worlds nobler doaers; Hint of mi
A new library of poetry and song: . columns rise, its cables gleam, Great tents athwart the sky 1 And loiK; ii looms, august, , with the splendor of a dream,Its blazing cressets gild the streamTill evening shadows fly liy Nile stand piniiil llie pyramids, Hut they were for the dead ;The .iwful gloom that joy forbids. The mourners silent tread,The crypt, the coffins stony lids, -Sad as a soul the maze that thridsOf dark Amcnti, ere it rids Its way of judgment dread. This glorious arch, these climbing towers. Are all for life and cheer!Part of the New Worlds nobler doaers; Hint of millennial yearThat comes apace, though evil lowers,--Wlicn loftier aims and larger powersWill mould and deck this earth of ours. And heaven at length bring near! Unmoved its cliffs shall crown the shore; Its arch the chasm dare;Its network hang the blue before, As gossamer in air;While in and out, forever more,The surging tides of ocean past its towers the white gulla soar And winds the sea-clouds bear! ErjNA Proctor. Athwart the sky a lowly sigh From west to east the sweet wind cairied;The sun stood still on Irinirose Hill; His light in all the city tarried :The clouds on viewless columns IjloornedLike smoulderintr lilies unconsumed. O sweetheart, see! how shadowy,Of some occult magicians rearing, Or swung in space of heavens graceDissolving, dimly reappearing, Afloat upon ethereal tides St. Pauls above the city rides! A rumor broke through the thin smokeEnwreathing abbey, tower, and palace. The parks, the squares, the million-peopled lanes and alleys, An ever-muttering prisoned storm, The heart of London beatintr warm. John Davi:ison. DESCRIPTIVE POEMS. 685 This happier one,Its course is niiiFrom lands of snow to lands of suu. no happy ship, To rise anil the blue crystal at your lip ! 0 happy crfw, My heart with youSails, and saib, and sings anew ! No more, no more The worldly shoreUpbraids me witli its loud uproar ! With dreamful eyes
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