Wayside pictures, hymns, and poems . ;But of thy beauty half has not been told. And as the young man opened from his dreamAmid those gems from Natm-es lavish shouted high in joyous ecstasy, 0 Cove enchanting! haK has not been told. He closed the volume with a magic clasp, And hid it in his bosom. How I longed To woo it from the stranger, that kind friends Might joy to trace its wonders, and my soul Be gladdened with the freshness of new thought ! But through the golden doorways of the rocks He vanished while I gazed; and, looking round, The twihght had descended; far away. My lingeiing
Wayside pictures, hymns, and poems . ;But of thy beauty half has not been told. And as the young man opened from his dreamAmid those gems from Natm-es lavish shouted high in joyous ecstasy, 0 Cove enchanting! haK has not been told. He closed the volume with a magic clasp, And hid it in his bosom. How I longed To woo it from the stranger, that kind friends Might joy to trace its wonders, and my soul Be gladdened with the freshness of new thought ! But through the golden doorways of the rocks He vanished while I gazed; and, looking round, The twihght had descended; far away. My lingeiing mates were caUing; the great sea Was sounding Hke an organ : so I turned, And turning turned to look a long farewell. One word at parting from thee, fair Kynance. Although I travel to my inland bower, And mingle in the war of busy Hfe, With many a mile between thee and my home, There is a cell within my memory, Where thou shalt nestle hke a song enshrined. And oft thy beauty, like a sky of gold. Enclose me in a ^vilderness of
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