SCENES FAVOURABLE TO MEDITATION. WILDS horrid and dark with o'ershadowing trees, Rocks that ivy and briers infold, Scenes nature with dread and astonishment sees, Though awefully silent, and shaggy, and rude, I am sick of thy splendour, O Fountain of day, Ye Forests, that yield me my sweetest repose, To you I securely and boldly disclose Here, sweetly forgetting and wholly forgot Here, wandering in scenes that are sacred to night, And often the sun has spent much of his light While a mantle of darkness envelopes the sphere, To me the dark hours are all equally dear, Here I and the beasts of the deserts agree; Though little is found in this dreary abode My spirit is soothed by the presence of God, Ye desolate scenes, to your solitude led, And scarce know the source of the tears that I shed, There's nothing I seem to have skill to discern I feel out my way in the dark, Love reigns in my bosom, I constantly burn, I live, yet I seem to myself to be dead; I am nourish'd without knowing how I am fed, Oh Love! who in darkness art pleased to abide That these contrarieties only reside In the soul that is chosen of thee. Ah send me not back to the race of mankind, ; For where, in the crowds I have left, shall I find Here let me, though fix'd in a desert, be free; Though lost to the world, if in union with Thee, TRANSLATIONS FROM VINCENT BOURNE. THE THRACIAN. THRACIAN parents, at his birth, But with undissembled mirth Place him breathless on his bier. Greece and Rome with equal scorn, 66 "O the savages!" exclaim, "Whether they rejoice or mourn, But the cause of this concern And this pleasure would they trace, RECIPROCAL KINDNESS, THE PRIMARY LAW OF NATURE. ANDROCLES from his injured lord in dread Tired with his toilsome flight, and parch'd with heat, But scarce had given to rest his weary frame, When, hugest of his kind, a lion came : |