SOOTHED by the murmurs on the sea-beat shore, I love the ocean's broad expanse, when drest In limpid clearness, or when tempests blow; When the smooth currents on its placid breast Flow calm as my past moments used to flow; Or when its troubled waves refuse to rest, And seem the symbol of my present woe. THE PEACOCK. Albin. HARK, yon harsh, discordant cry, Uninviting doth it seem ; Listening, who would ever deem That such beauty him was nigh? Let us pause-thou stately bird, Why was song to thee denied (Lesson unto useless pride), And on humbler throats conferr'd? None would ever heed thy call Such a scream was never heard. See, outspread thy glories shine, To witness splendour such as thine :- How to Vice doth Virtue's voice Seem unable to declare All the charms which are her share, Full of discord seems her choice; But, approach'd, how to the heart She doth happiness impart, And, taking hands with joy, rejoice. As on that bird yon glorious orb 'Neath the Sun of Righteousness, Which alone hath power to bless, Doth her call no more disturb. WHEN icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail. When blood is nipt, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring Owl, Tu-whit, tu-whoo, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw : Then roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, And nightly sings the staring Owl, THE WHITE STORK. Minstrelsy of the Woods. THE flames are on the city wall, To bear her children through the skies. |