. A selection of posthumous poems. 1 4 j1 4 •5 i 14. Canto II. Yon golden sun was beauteous, young and gay,—Smiled on the valley, hill and vast champaign; Gleamed on the flowers, and gilt the oceans spray;Glowed when he rose, careered above, and then To rest he sank in oceans burning deep, While evening dews wept over Natures sleep. Then through the vast immensity of space,A stranger comet hastened towards our sun : Long had he travelled on his fiery race,—Through pathless tracks of ether he had run, Gathering lost star-beams as they shot or fell, His burning train like to a flaming hell. 122
. A selection of posthumous poems. 1 4 j1 4 •5 i 14. Canto II. Yon golden sun was beauteous, young and gay,—Smiled on the valley, hill and vast champaign; Gleamed on the flowers, and gilt the oceans spray;Glowed when he rose, careered above, and then To rest he sank in oceans burning deep, While evening dews wept over Natures sleep. Then through the vast immensity of space,A stranger comet hastened towards our sun : Long had he travelled on his fiery race,—Through pathless tracks of ether he had run, Gathering lost star-beams as they shot or fell, His burning train like to a flaming hell. 122 V > Q Jg^T^gj^^ n FOSSIL WORLDS. He near approached our Earth in annual course,Drawing the ocean from her restless bed,— And gravitation, with resistless force,Fierce desolation oer all Nature spread. The large creatures struggled with the tide,— The smaller, swam awhile, then sunk and died. The tiger in dismay, lurked from his hole, Crept through the brambles and the tangled bush) Tried every haunt for safety, and then stoleTo where he
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