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ANNIVERSARY POEM.
IX.Linked sweetly, life with life, how glad should prove Our annual gathering! since one dear name We bear; and recognize the vital claimOf strong resemblances, that strangely move With sense of adaptation each to each; Or sharp antagonisms, like wasps, that reachInto the heart, to get the sweets of love.
X.For transient raptures of the lesser kinds Of this, exceeding all, are but rude types; Or far-off echoes of these music-pipes,Where lurk the rhythmic powers of poet-minds: Nature has myriad revelers; but we, Royally human, hold our jubileeAs princes do, whose hall no peasant finds.
XI.Even thus the winds, that, all the season through, Ply their light wings, and toss the feathery spray Among the roses, or arise from playTo bend the giant larches, cool with dew, Merry and wild with aëry willfulness, In frequent, tuneful revelries congress,And all their birthnight harmonies renew.
