. Early lessons .. . n the deep. SUMMER MORNING. SHORT is the doubtful empire of the night;And soon, observant of approaching day,The meek-eyed Morn appears, mother of dews,At first faint gleaming in the dappled east;Till far oer ether spreads the widening glow ;And, from before the lustre of her face,White break the clouds away. With quickend step,Brown Night retires : young Day pours in apace,And opens all the lawny prospect dripping rock, the mountains misty top,Swell on the sight, and brighten with the , through the dusk, the smoking currents shine;And from the bladed fie
. Early lessons .. . n the deep. SUMMER MORNING. SHORT is the doubtful empire of the night;And soon, observant of approaching day,The meek-eyed Morn appears, mother of dews,At first faint gleaming in the dappled east;Till far oer ether spreads the widening glow ;And, from before the lustre of her face,White break the clouds away. With quickend step,Brown Night retires : young Day pours in apace,And opens all the lawny prospect dripping rock, the mountains misty top,Swell on the sight, and brighten with the , through the dusk, the smoking currents shine;And from the bladed field the fearful hareLimps, awkward : while along the forest-gladeThe wild deer trip, and often turning gazeAt early passenger. Music awakesThe native voice of undissembletl joy ;And thick around the woodland hymns by the cock, the soon-clad shepherd leavesHis mossy cottage, where with peace he dwells jAnd from the crowded fold, in order drivesHis flock, to taste the verdure of the morn. THE VINE. A THE trees were making- each his boastOf beauty, worth, and power j Each vainly thought itself the mostExcelling- shrub and flower. The Cedar, of its firmness proud, Its fragrance and duration,Lookd down upon the leafy crowd Bold in its rank and station. The Palm thus claimd from all, the meed Of homage and of duty : In two great points I all exceed, — Utility and beauty. 46 THE VINE. 4 The Fir, the Maple, and the Pine,By strength of form protected, Lookd down with scorn upon the Vine,Weak, helpless, and dejected. Alas ! I own my feebleness; No friend, she cried, is near mejOh! who will pity my distress 1 Ah ! naught have I to cheer me. No branch, no blossom, fruit or stem,Like other trees possessing; I sigh when I compare with them, —Now, is it not distressing ? But hold ! I will not make complaint; Submission has been taught me 5 .And though neglected, weak, and faint, Yet patience shall support me. On cheering hope my trust relies ; I know, though long I ve
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