Reversion of the skies, Ours by his death obtained, The inheritance was gained. He left his heavenly throne, Stamped with a worth divine, Our pardon he did sign, Our trespasses did clear. And when His sun did set, And blood His cross defiled, Justice and mercy met, September 9, 1859. OPINION. In one united tide, Where several streams are flowing, Until then side by side, In parallel courses going. Together when they come, Not so we multiply, The power as on it floweth, Its added power which showeth. It is the very same, When thought to thought's uniting, (Opinion we name), Or printed or in writing. Like one vast stream it goes, Tyrants its law obey, The very boldest tremble, Howe'er they may dissemble. September 10, 1859. TO A. C. ON HER BIRTHDAY, SEPTEMBER 12, 1859. Awake, awake, And listen to my lay, And from me take A welcome, love, to-day. Even the birds, Their welcome also pay, Joining my words, On this auspicious day. They seem to say, "Our welcome, lady take, On this bright day, Awake, awake, awake." "Awake, the skies, Look down with sunny light, Arise, arise, Oh lady fair and bright! "The whispering trees, Is joining in the lay." "Then lady wake, And at thy lattice show, Our boon, a smile bestow." September, 1859. TO TENNYSON. Musician, painter, both in one, When thou describest woman too, Then thy descriptions sweetly grand, The highest any one could reach, The man, the woman, both we see, He with his beard of grisly black, His love, and playing with his hair.* A fairy wand, oh bard, thou hast, In all their living ways they stand, Sometimes thy voice is like a dirge, Or like the river in its march, When flashing through the spanning arch, * See Idyls. F |