YOUTH RENEWED. YES; with heavy dashing Of a shower just shed, Wet were leaves o'erhead. Wet were all the roses On the garden wire, Wet were all the corn-fields, By the gloomy beech tree, Ah! I thought, it chanted Some immortal strain Of a silver sunshine Coming after rain ; HINTS OF THE DIVINE. I. A SEA GLEAM. 'TWAS a sullen summer day; Skies were neither dark nor clear, Heaven in the distance sheer Over sharp cliffs sloped away— Not as yet a white sail shimmer'd, In the hedge were roses snow'd Not of small sweet wild rose twine, Looking, cried we, "'Tis the sea.” H In life's sullen summer day Love's sweet roses, hope's young corn, (Yet, ah! scalded too and torn By the sea winds), there are found. And at times in life's dull day, From the flower, and the sod, And the hill our feet have trod To a brightness far away, Turn we saying, "This is God." II. AMONG THE SAND-HILLS. FROM the ocean half a rood To the sand-hills long and low Ever and anon I go ; Hide from me the gleaming flood, To those billowy curls of sand As it were a yellow tent, Here and there by some wild hand Some few buds like golden beads But the place is music haunted. A monotonous requiem's chanted; Frequent when the tides are low Creep for hours sweet sleepy hums. Then the silver trumpets blow And the waters beat like drums. And the Atlantic's roll full often, Seems a salvo-state or battles- Seems an eagle's wing that flaps ; |