POEMS.
51
For the sun's resplendent light
In the heavens shall be o'er,
And the starry orbs of night
From on high shall shine no more;
In the heavens shall be o'er,
And the starry orbs of night
From on high shall shine no more;
And a chaos once again
Must your world of beauty be,
Ere the Sea King cease to reign
In his ocean-kingdom free!
H. A.
Must your world of beauty be,
Ere the Sea King cease to reign
In his ocean-kingdom free!
H. A.
A FAREWELL TO BISHOPS ITCHINGTON.(Warwickshire.)
Farewell! sweet village, 'mid thy calm
And quiet beauty, fare thee well!
Oft will a kindly thought of thee
Arise, within my heart to dwell!
And quiet beauty, fare thee well!
Oft will a kindly thought of thee
Arise, within my heart to dwell!
Earth's gayer pictures ask not thou;
The robe, each meadow boasts its own,
Beseems it, in its nature, more
Than the wrought purple of a throne.
The robe, each meadow boasts its own,
Beseems it, in its nature, more
Than the wrought purple of a throne.
