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Whose love, in its undying prime,
Is furthest from repining ;
Where the sun is ever shining.
ETCHWORTH! thy stately avenue is fraught
With imagery of some saintly pile, Whose long-drawn perspective of nave and aisle From architecture such as thine was caught. O'erhead thy roof is branched, as though by rule; Here voices sink to whispers of amaze, And footsteps fall with reverence; the deep cool Startles the senses in these sultry days. And lo, one sunbeam ! which the half-shut eye Untwines to hairs and threads of fibrous light Of nameless colours, than which none more bright Through painted oriels stream: around, on high, This hum of bees-how like the organ's tone Reverberate from cathedral stems of stone!
OW the wild winter's desecrating powers
LADY, the friends who annually meet
Under thy much loved roof, together greet Thee, chained no longer to a weary bed, With anxious pain confused, and throbbing head, But risen to joy and health. Sad thoughts, farewell ! Welcome all thoughts drawn freshening from the Well Of Life, now in the time in which the Son Of God our frail mortality put on, In great humility to seek and save Lost humankind, and triumph o'er the grave. Thanks, gracious Power, that dost our dwellings cheer With health of mind and body, peace and love, Albeit fierce storms darken the skies above In this wild season of the closing year!
THE SHORTEST DAY.
EARLY sloping to its place of refuge see the solar
Coasting like a vessel guided by some fearful mariner. The eaves, that dripped in noontide sun-thaw, at the
chill approach of night Are hung with many a bead, and jagged with many
an icy stalactite. Now a star, and now another; now a constellated
braid Peeps out; and now the firmament with golden patines
is inlaid, From Aldebaran peering o'er the horizon with his
golden eye, To the Bear, and Cassiopeia, in the circumpolar sky. 'Tis time to quit the frost-bound fields, and garden
desolate with snow, For the shelter of our roof-tree, for the cheerful fire
For the hearth domestic, centre of all blithesome re
creation; Yet at solemn Epochs consecrate to loftier meditation.