Hactenus

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: PEACE AND QUIETNESS. -j Peace is the precious atmosphere I breathe; And my calm mind goes to her dewy bower, A trellis rare of fragrant thoughts to wreathe, Mingling the scents and tints of every flower: For pity, vex her not; those inner joys That bless her in this consecrated hour, Start and away, like...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: PEACE AND QUIETNESS. -j Peace is the precious atmosphere I breathe; And my calm mind goes to her dewy bower, A trellis rare of fragrant thoughts to wreathe, Mingling the scents and tints of every flower: For pity, vex her not; those inner joys That bless her in this consecrated hour, Start and away, like plovers, at a noise, Sensitive, timorous: ? O, do not scare My happy fancies, lest the flock take wing, Fly to the wilderness, and perish there For I have secret luxuries, that bring Gladness and brightness to mine eyes and heart, Memory, and Hope, and keen Imagining, Sweet thoughts and peaceful, never to depart. Then give me Silence; for my spirit is rare, Of delicate edge, and tender, when I think I rear aloft a mental fabric fair; But soon as words come hurtling on the air, Down to this dust my ruined fancies sink: Look you on yonder Alp's precipitous brink An avalanche is tottering; ? one breath Loosens an icy chain; ? it falls, ? it falls, Filling the buried glens and glades with death Or as, when on the mountain's granite walls The hunter spies a chamois, ? hush be calmr A word will scare it, ? even so, my Mind, Creative, energizing, seeks the balm Of Quiet; Solitude and Peace combined.THE EARLY GALLOP. WBJTTEN IN TEE SADDLE, ON THE CBOWN OP MY Sit. At five on a dewy morning, Before the blazing day, To be up and off on a high-mettled horse Over the hills away, ? To drink the rich, sweet breath of the gorse, And bathe in the breeze of the Downs, Ha man, if you can, match bliss like this In all the joys of towns With glad and grateful tongue to join The lark at his matin hymn, And thence on faith's own wing to spring And sing with Cherubim To pray from a deep and tender heart, With al...