New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1845-10-09
THE TRIBUNE.


For The Weekly Tribune.
NATURE i. By H. HUBBARD
ors being f. thrce-fo'd for present ,iic
Ismsde OF memories and hopes and care
Our garments move on in strife
Touch on the borders Of two worlds; we bear
The scars sweet old memories. and share
The secrets OF the past and wiser grow
From its remembered lessons and we dare
With arn step that misty world where ho~
The unchecked streams u human hope and human voc
Bot T. at times shake Of thy burden Life
And with smile Of rapture turn to sec
The field Of by gone but remembered strife,
And beckon with swift hand its joys TO NM
Those ssdnted memories from grie., how free
rhey fold their skcn tents and Ike a band
Come to bridal, sin ging pleasantly
They wander from tha. far of silent land,
And range themselves around. smiling either hand
was not ever ss Time finds me now;
Bat thanks 10 thee, o Nature, that the heart
Nay young rernsin when Time shall cloud the brow
The violence of strife will rend apart
Things censonsnt and true. and often thwari
Nature own ends and things dissimilar bring
Into hsrsh union bat Our souls will start
From this unnatural league and boldly spring
IIovcd thee, Nature, with a true devotion;
And have wandered where thy hand hath made
Thinrs TO be reverenced and loved. The motion
OF thy spilit stirring ia me, oft hath badc
Me to thy sanctusries. until swsyed
By thy mighty influence have deemed
Nv service not unworthy, and have laid
My offerings thine altar, and have dreamed
Thou didst accept them there all humble they seemed
The deep sea with lis uufetiered tongue
And spoke Of thee the dense wood spoke Of thee
with multitude Of voices; rivers sang
Of thee, rejoicing onward 10 the sea;
The ny-colorcd clouds that wandered FREQ
In the deep vsu, Of Heaven. not tongueless were;
And the mild, wondrous stars that looked on me
From their high thrones harps Of gold did bear,
And smied on thee through all their fearful depths Of air
The memory ofihngs like these doth haunt
Ny soul with a strange passion; well may
Al times arise from Lies duh strife where pant
10 wild unnatural combat, cad and gay,
All passions and antpa,hies to stray
'Mong these Old memories and hear again
The melody OF Naiure,-sounds that lay
Dreams that srse from contact with cold men,,
Perturbed spirits born In the hot fevered brain
With thee how sadly do VIC gaze on life
It's poor Humanity, driven on like waves
BY flow and ebb, in never ceasng strife,-
lie changing fortunes making Of men slaves
Or kings-poor, lordless, hypocritc knavcs
And ashing simple Honor with reyengeful blight
he errless faie-flling Earibs countless years
With the still dust ola Worlds powerlcss might
Changing the warriors thus though ever same the tight
Thou ,cachcst not lessons of strife TO Earth
Thy voice is perpetual sound floyei
And If ~ time. thine ecnsnta N forth
Wanting the world with ire and cloud, they move,
Bringing blest gifts to And may prove
While thus thy sacred lessons reach my soul,
Whether 'mong crowds Of men, in hall or grove
Obedieni unto thy pure control
And move with fearless steps the Worlds cloudy goal.
should not love thee with firm, full heart
Creator Of my and ofthe sky
sea Earth stars and the unnumbered hosts that start
10 benuty gaze and ON the eye
Glow with thy lover should not rather ny
The contac, of those evils which have made
Scot of Thy beauties and thy glorics high,
And with rebelOus weakness have srrsyed
Themselves against thy power and they high Truth
betrayed
The Earth's great spirit was against thee ever
And with o'crshsdowing darkness fills the heart
OF him who listens, sirivng-to rest, never
We and IL dwell not together. Apart
Your paths lie never meeting I'LL ye thwsn
II end its visions In thy booming hour.
Then, like guilty thing that wild doth starr,
Trembling and pale II seeks thy lfcless bower
Where ,esthe multitudes who thy boundess power.
False to my yow,. wander back TO life,
And like captive from his country torn,
Loved now the more seek my woned strife,
Lingering. and with vieor overbornc
BY recolleciions fond. Not ever worn
shai be the chains that bind mc-but all free
And fet,crless my soul again shall turn
To the sw. ct world of dreams, and rapturous
Thy ssnctuaries pure, and dwell again with thee