New-York tribune., 1867-05-02

SONG OF NATURE
Mine are the night and morning.
The pits of air, the gulf Of space,
The sportIve sun, the gibbous moon1
The innumerable days.
hide in the solar glory,
1 am dumb in the pealing song
rest on the pitch 0f the torrent,
In slumber i am strong.
No numbers have counted my talles,
No tribes my house can fill,
Bsit by the shining FOunt Of Life,
And pour the deluge still;
And ever by delicate powers
Gathering along the centuries
From race on race tie rarcst flowersI
My wreath shall nothing mss.
And many a thOusard Summers
My apples ripened well.
And light from meOrattng stars
With firmer glory fell
7 wrote the past in characters
OF rock and fire the SCROLL
The building In the coral sea,
The planting OF the coal
And thefts from satellites and rings
And broken stars drew,
And ont OF spent and aged things
formed the world anew;
What time the gods kept carnival,
TIicked ont in star and flower,
And In cramp elf and saurian forms
They swathed their too much power
Pine and Thought were my surveyors,
phey laid their courses well,
They boiled the sea, and baked the layers
OF granite, mari, ana shell.
But ne, the man-child glorious,-
Where taTries he the while /!
The rainbow shines his haTbnger,
The sunset CLEANS his smile.
My boreal lights leap upward,
Fortnight my planets roll,
And still the inan-child Is not born,
The summit OF the whole.
Must time and tide forever runi
viii never my winds so sleep in the wests
viii never my wheels which whirl the sun
And satellites have restf
Too much Of donning and doffing
Too slow the rainbow fades,
/ weary OF my robe Of snow.
My leaves and my cascades;
tire Of globes and races
Too long the game Is played;
What without him Is Summers pomp,
Or Winters frozen shadei
I travail in pain for him.
My creatures travail and wait :.
His cOuriers come by squadrOns,
He comes not to the gate.
Twice have nodded an image,
And thrice Oatstretched my hand.
Made one Of day, and one Of night,
And one OF the salt sea sand.
One In a Jadaan manger,
And one by Avon stream.
One over against the mouths OF the Mic,
And one in the Academe.
nodded kings and saviors,
And bards DER kings to rule;
But fell the starry influence short,
The cup was never ful.
Yet Whirl the glowing wheels Ohe more,
And mix tke bowl again;
Seetle, Fate the ancient elements,
Heat cold, vet dry, and peace, and pain.
Let,war and trade and ereeds and song.
Blend, ripen race on race,
The sunburnt world a man shall breed
OF all the zones, aud countless days
No ray is dimmed, no atom worn,
NV oldest fOrcs Is good as new,
And the fresh rose on yonder thorn
Gives back the bending heavens In dew.
Ne close our extracts with truly majestic pieco
blank verse the movement of which il not un-
Fthy of the solemn haTmOnies Of the grand mys-
ious Sea.
Iheard or seemed TO hear the chiding Sea
Bay, PigrIa, why 50 late aud so slow 10 cornet
Am not always here, thy Summer homei
Is not my voice thy music, morn and ever
My breath thy healthful climate in the heats,
My touch thy antdotesmy bay thy bath
Was ever building like my terracesf
Was ever couch magnificent as mlnet
Lie on the warm rock kledges, and there learn
A little hui suffices like town.
make your scuiptuTed architecture vain,
Vain beside mine. drive my wedges home,
And carve the c0astwise mountain into caves
10 here Is Rome, and Rineveh. and Thebes,
Karnak, and Pyramid, and Giants STAIRS.
Half-pied or PROSTATE; aud my newest slab
Older than all thy race
Behold the Sea,
The opaline, the plentful1nd strong,
Yet beautiful as ~ the rose i'm June,
Fresh as the trckling rainbow OF July;
Sea full Of food, the nOufisher OF kinds,
Purger OF earth, and medicine Of men;
Creating "A sweet climate by my breath,
Washing out harms and gIlefs from memory,
And, in my mathematic ebb and flow,