And let the misty mountain winds be free For all sweet sounds and harmonies; oh! then, Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour WORDSWORTH. Of thoughtless youth; but hearing often times Nor harsh, nor grating, though of ample power All thinking things, all objects of all thought, THE SOCIAL PRINCIPLE IN NATURE. "As no man liveth to himself, so no thing lith to itself." As gravitation pervades all space, and arranges systems of worlds around a common centre,-the social principle reaches through the universe of mind, associating all the orders of intelligent beings, and diffusing everywhere a spiritual attraction of heart to heart, mind to mind, man to man, and the spirit of man to the great Father of all Spirits. All natural objects are mutually subject to this mystic influence. You cannot go into the meadow and pluck up a single daisy by the roots, without breaking up a society of nice relations, and detecting a principle more extensive and refined than mere gravitation. The handfull of earth that follows the tiny roots of the little flower, is replete with social elements. A little social circle had been formed around that germinating daisy. The sunbeam, the dewdrop, and the electric fluid met there, and the soft summer breeze came whispering through the tall grass to join the silent concert. And the earth took them to its bosom and introduced them to the daisy germ: and they all went to work to show that flower to the sun. Each sent forth its genial influence, and nursed "the tender thing" with an aliment that made it grow. And when it lifted its eyes towards the sky, they wove a soft carpet of grass for its feet. And the sun saw it through the green leaves, and smiled as he passed on; and then by starlight and by moonlight they worked on. And the daisy lifted up its head: and one morning, while the sun was looking upon the dews, it put on its silver-rimmed diadem and showed its yellow petals to the stars; and it nodded to the little birds that were flying in the sky, and each sung a native air at the coronation of that daisy. Everything that gathered round that wee modest flower, was a member of the social circle, conspiring to its harmony and adding to its music. Heaven, earth, sky, and sea were its companions; the sun and stars walked hand in hand with it as kindly as if they never saw another flower. Even the distant ocean sent the floating clouds to brighten its countenance when the vivifying sun appeared. But this little social system was one of the least concentric circles which go on increasing in diameter, until the last completes the infinite series of harmonies by sweeping round the whole universe.-BURRITT. THE DAISY. Not worlds on worlds in phalanx deep, For who but He who arched the skies, Wondrous alike in all He tries, Could raise the daisy's purple bud! Mould its green cup, its wiry stem, And fling it, unrestrained and free, DR. GOOD. THE GLADNESS OF NATURE. Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground? There are notes of joy from the blackbird and wren, The clouds are at play in the azure space, And their shadows sport in the deep green vale; There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower, Away, away through the wide, wide sky, BRYANT. With her isles of green, and her clouds of white, NATURE AFTER A SUMMER SHOWER. The rain is o'er. How dense and bright In grateful silence earth receives The softened sunbeams pour around The sun breaks forth; from off the scene With trembling drops of light is hung. Now gaze on Nature, yet the same- Fresh in her youth, from God's own hand. Hear the rich music of that voice, Which sounds from all below, above; She calls her children to rejoice, And round them throws her arms of love. ANDREW NORTON. L'ALLEGRO.* Haste thee, Mirth, and bring with thee Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Sport that wrinkled care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. And in thy right hand lead with thee * The merry or cheerful man. Oft listening how the hounds and horn Where the great sun begins his state, Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures, Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Sometimes with secure delight And young and old come forth to play Tower'd cities please us then, And the busy hum of men, Where throngs of knights and barons bold, May sweetest Shakspeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. These delights if thou canst give, Mirth with thee I mean to live. MILTON. |