New-York tribune., 1873-01-28

or riDgs with banteTing rife clear
A challenge 90 his stanch compeer.
And everywhere the human hand
Reaches for its proper tool;
Since those whom Nature puts TO school
Learn the rough eternal rule,
Who best can work, he shall command
10 closing scenes OF individual humanity are
fed, with grave pathos, in the history of the
sparkling brook as the declining year gives
al of the fall of the curtain and the winding NJ
le wondrous drama.
The year moves to It's sad decline,
dull gray mist enfOlds the hills,
The flowers are dead, the thIckets pine,
In other lands the swallow tris
For since they stole his summer flute,
the mOpDg Pan sits stark and mute;
The slow hOOves OF the feeding kline
Crack the heritage as they pass,
The apples glimmer in the grass
And woods are yellow, woods are brown,
The vine about the elm Is red,
Crow and hawk fly up and down,
But for the wood thrush. he Is dead;
The OK fOrsakes the chilly shadow,
Only the cricket haunts the meadow.
The feast is ending, the guests are going,
In bands or singly they quit the board
The torch is paling, the flutes stop blowing,
The meat is eaten, the wine is poured.
Tie warlike game OF life is over,
The lists are closed and hushed the field
The weary warrior draws the cover
Across his battered shield.
What sombre metamorphosis.
Tell me, fantastic elf, Is this
And has dim age aylaid thy grace,
Stolen the dimples from thy face,
Set fetter on thy mlrth, .
And touched thy bounteOus heart With dearth,
The languid step, the weary eyes,
The feeble voice too well Det0ken:
Iamed are the wondrous energies,
And half the frOlic spirit broken.
There is no laughter on his cheek,
His RANT gambol is grown meek,
Yet are his shadowy depths intense
FF.l.. .ifnI IA
For no disasters can destroy
Thy secret hope, thy lofty JOY,
The faith that neither cones nor goes,
Waivers not In any Wlnd,
But with a cOnseCrate repOse
Ever clearly burns and glOws
In the heart and IN the mind;
Through the spirits lattices
Streams upon the common air,
Makes the stars appear more fair
And doubles upon evening skies
The IOyeliness they wear.
In thy still features t. expressed
Mute rapture and suppication,
A pcrfcct peace, heavenly rest,
vhe golden calm Of holy passion
IL touches me with sweet surprise,
Trauscends aud stdrtles and aOashcs,
As cOuched in this uncheeTful guise
Thy deeper nature on me na-hes.
Happy for thee. but most Tor me,
That 10 this spot followed thee
To read the simplest heart Alright,
Must turn the leaf whereOn is writ
The thing II prays for day and night.
Best Judge is ne that has the grace
70 spy behind It's shifting vii
The temple where IL loves 10 sit,
And by the light upon ITS face
Divine the eternal type OF II.
From her eyry in the north
The white winged Winter screaming sWoopS,
Drives her taons In the earth,
And binds the land with frosty hoops.
The thin blood OF the haltlDg BROOKE
She curdles with her bitter look,
Locks ia icy gives his feet
And cuts hi. flesh with barbed sleet.
With weary back and head depressed
And long beard frozen 10 his breast
lie tolls TO draw his staggering flood
To the covert OF a WOOD.
But see, ne starts, he pricks his ear,
He claps hs aged hands for glee:
An! closer now be seems to hear
The music of the eternal sea,
Tue haven and the perfect goal
10 which the tides OF being roll.
lie shouts. he snaps his Icy chain,
His spirit from ITS burden frees;
Light ~ "A roe he skins the plain,
swift as 4 dart he fees.
The little earth Of death and birth
l. fast behind him falling
And stronger. clearer, louder, nearer,
The awful Decps are calling.
The rumble OF the worlds loud course
Ebhs from his iuattentiye ear,
TIE wine OF youth has spent its force
Aud leaves his spirit clear
Now solemn themes his thonght employ,
He slts on Nature tempe-stair,
Walks by immortal fOunts OF Joy
And haunts the tripod OF sweet PRAYER
Forebodings bright to him gwen
His faith burns like a sun.
And up the shining porch OF heaven
His hopes like cOurieTs run.
Upon his lips ripe Wisdom lays
Her purple clusters forth,
HIS words are fragrant with sweet praise
And glad with holy mlrth;
And lifes tumultuOuS dlthyramb
Changes to an eternal psalm,
10 philosophical motive Of this remarkable poem
lot be more distinctly set forth than in the little
Dde which the poet addresses to the Brook in
Ise for the presumption of his attempt.
spirit my fancies wild aud crude
Too lamely hint the thing thou art;
All images are Over-rude
TO shadow thy mysterious heart.
Yet through many forms OF beng
Intent TO find the steddfast soul,
Catch often type with type agreeing
To point 10 one unchanging goal,
Find family mirrOred III a part
The features OF the perfect Whole.
Though fitting thus from mood to mood,
None dare name thee false or slight
For one divine similIiude
Pervades each irOlic form and gesture
One beauteous soul OF love and light
Peeps quantity through the changing yesture
simple art thou. candid, clear,
And what the inmost heart intends
Does in the noble eyes appear,
And with thy merriest motion blends
A kind OF reverence aud fear.
Albeit thy wanderings are far,
And thy maZes GOrdian-twned,
Thou canst never fail nor err
From the fixed counsel Of thy mind
Since beneath thy crystal scales
Lives the spirit OF all beauty,
And through all thy change prevails
The one golden law u duty
80 while life deepens in his strain,
Confde In what the Spirit sends,
sure pilot he through loss and pam.
TO happy hayens, glorious ends
Fare thee beautifully ever
Wayward child Oi mystic molten.
TIL thou touch some greater river
And the pulses OF the ocean.
is however, the instincts OF a spiritual conscious
10 which the author has gwen utterance in his
.. rather than the deductions Of express reason.