, 1883-01-20
A sunmer Pperinagp.


II G. Whittier. in Atlantic for January .
To ineel b<fo-e ssme saiutly shrile. -
TIE breathe the health Of airs divine.
Or hattie where t.crei rivers Alw,
TIE e,~led ard tnrbanej pilgriGis "a
It5a, a pal,ser. take, ss they.
Vita st. an5 seAllopshell, ny *~y,
To feel. ir0m bIrdsn.ug esrss and lls,
The s:rong,upIif,irg of the hills
The wears are many since, it trs.,
For dreamed Of wonders al athirst-
Isaw On Winnspe=aukee fall
The shallow Of the mountain wall
All, where are they vino sailed with ne
The beautiful Island studded sea,
And am | he whose keen surprise
Flashed out from such uncloaded eyes:
Still. when the sun of summer burns
Ny longing for the hills returns;
And ncrtLward, leaving 1t Iny back
The warm vale Of the Mer.;mac.
/ 20 to meet the winds Of mcrn,
Blown down the hill gaps, mountain born,
Breathe scent Of pines, anAstisiy
The hunger of a lcwland eys.
A-ain | see the day decline
Alorg a .id.,ed hcrizIn line;
Touching the hi!l-t0ps, Is nun
Her beaded rosary, siuks the sun.
One lake lies golden, which shall soon
Be silver in the rising NOON;
And one, the crimson of the skies
And mountain purple muitiplies-
With tie untroubled quiet Lends
The Gi.tanced-so:tened voice Of friends:
The girls ligh: Laugh 10 discord brings
10 the low song the Piae-trse sing;
and, not unwelcome comes the hsil
OF boyhOod from his nearing SAL.
The human presence breaks M spe.l,
Ard sunset still is miracle.
Calm as the losr, ..methinks feel
A sense OF worship DER ne s..al;
Not tina. Of satyr charming Pan,
No cult Of Nature shanling man,
Not Beauty's self, bUt that which dives
And shines through all the wells it weayes,
Soul Of the mountain, lake. and WOOD.
Their witness ~ the Eternal Go9d,
And il, by fond Illusion, here
The earth to heaven scenes, drawing near.
And yon outlying range invites
Tc..other,,and serener heights,
Scarce hid behind its topm0st swell,
The shining Mounts DelectAble
4 dream may hint of truth no less
Than the sharp light Q: wakefulnesS.
As through her veil of incense smoke
OF old the spell-rapt prie-tess spoke,
More than her heather oracle,
May not this trance Of sunset tell
That Natures forInS Of loveliness,
Their heavenly arcketypes confess,
Fashioned Ike Israel ark alone
From patterns in the MouEtnade known
\ holisT beauty OveTLToods
Tlese fair and faint
Yet not unblest Is ne who sees
Ths draams Of Gods realities,
AMI knows beyond tais masquerade
OF shape and color. light and shade,
AMI dawn and set, and NIX AMI waaa,
Eternal vegities remain.
O gea.s Il sapphire, granite set!
q hills that charmed Eor.z rs fret.
know how fair your MONS EN- break
In rosy light On lie and axe;
How owe, wooded slopes can run
The MONDAY play of c'oUd and sun,
And evening droop her oT:filmme
OF gold and red in still A-qGam.
The summer moons mag roUni aslin,
And careless feet these hills profaue:
These sunsets waste On vacant eyes
Tie lavish sp!sndur Of the skies;
Fashion and folly, misplaced here,
Sigh Tor their natural atmosphere,
And Travelled pride the outlook scorn
OF lesser heights than Matterhorn.
Bat let me dream tha: hill and sky
Of unseen beauty prophecy;
And in these tinted lakes behold
The trailing Of the raimsnt fo,d
OF that which, still eluding gaze,
All,.res to upward-tenGing ways.
Whose footprints make, wherever folnd,
Our common earth a holy ground.