Far away from the valley below,
Like the roar in a shell of the sea
Or the flow of the river at night,
Comes the voice strangely sweet of the pines.

Snowy clouds, sometimes white, sometimes dark,
Like the joys and the sorrows of life,
Sail above, half becalmed in the blue;
And their cool shadows lie on the hills.

Here and there, when the leaves blow apart,
To admit sunny winds seeking rest
In the shade with their burden of sweets,
Piney Creek shimmers bright, with a cloud

Or a patch of the sky on its breast;

If you'll but pause and
Listen, listen long,
There're far-off voices
In a wee brook's song,
That come as voices
Come from out the years;
And you will dream you
Hear the voice once Hers ,
Perhaps, and wend on,
Blinded by your tears.

If you'll but pause and
Listen, listen long,
There're far-off voices
In a wee brook's song,
That come as voices
Come from out the years;
And you will dream you
Hear the voice once Hers ,
Perhaps, and wend on,
Blinded by your tears.

'Twas by a purling Stream, beneath a Shade,
Young C HLOE , Cupid , and A LEXIS play'd:
L OVE'S Goddess, with her Doves, sat looking on;
And, smiling, nodded to her wanton Son:
Her wanton Son his keenest Arrow drew:
Swift, to the Swain, the pointed Weapon flew:
Inflexible to Love , the Shepherd stood,
Repell'd the Shaft, and mock'd the baffled God;
Till C HLOE rais'd her Eyes with killing Art,
And shot him with a more pernicious Dart:
Your's is the Victory, A LEXIS cries;
Not Cupid'S Shaft has kill'd, but C HLOE'S Eyes.

'Tis but by way of Simile. Prior .

Dear Madam, did you never gaze,
Thro' Optic-glass, on rotten Cheese?
There, Madam, did you ne'er perceive
A Crowd of dwarfish Creatures live?
The little Things, elate with Pride,
Strut to and fro, from Side to Side:
In tiny Pomp, and pertly vain,
Lords of their pleasing Orb, they reign;
And, fill'd with harden'd Curds and Cream,
Think the whole Dairy made for them .

So Men, conceited Lords of all,
Walk proudly o'er this pendent Ball,

(T HE West W IND .)

From o'er the hills it comes to me,
The clouds pursuing,
With song of bird and drone of bee,
So soft and wooing;

From o'er the woods, thro' shade and sheen,
With fragrance teeming,
From o'er the prairies, wide and green,
And leaves me dreaming.

Across the fields of corn and wheat
In valleys lying,
It seems to sing a message sweet
Of peace undying.

I shout aloud — the wildwoods ring
As they have never —
" Blow, O Wind of the West, and sing

Why do trees along the river
Lean so far out o'er the tide?
Very wise men tell me why, but
I am never satisfied;
And so I keep my fancy still,
That trees lean out to save
The drowning from the clutches of
The cold, remorseless wave.

Why do trees along the river
Lean so far out o'er the tide?
Very wise men tell me why, but
I am never satisfied;
And so I keep my fancy still,
That trees lean out to save
The drowning from the clutches of
The cold, remorseless wave.

Say, lovely Nymphs! who fly from rural Sweets,
To noisy Crouds, thick Air, and smoky Streets,
Do Balls, or Plays, your graceful Steps invite?
Can Balls, or Plays, like Richmond Groves, delight?
No tuneful Philomel , in Town, complains,
To charm your list'ning Ear with vary'd Strains;
No fragrant Gales refresh the sick'ning Fields,
No chearful flow'ry Scenes the City yields:
But Mists, and lambent Fogs, where-e'er you pass,
Shall cloud the Graces that adorn your Face;
While those bright Eyes, like sully'd Gems, appear,

My grief is ended, now has come the time of gladness;
What time the flowers of Spring arrived, my garden bloomed:
Quickly let us prepare to wander through it;
Go, tell the Nightingale that Spring has come.
Now too that of bright flowers it is the very season,
Let the Minstrel tune his strains to rejoice me.
It is his regrets and fears of Autumn
That to the Roses now the Parrot discourses.
Heavy was the load of Separation, God has lightened it,
For now I rejoice again that the delight of my eyes has returned.

Would you, my Friend, a finish'd Sceptic make,
To form his Nature, these Materials take;
A little Learning, twenty Grains of Sense,
Join'd with a double Share of Ignorance;
Infuse a little Wit into the Scull,
Which never fails to make a mighty Fool ;
Two Drams of Faith; a Tun of Doubting next;
Let all be with the Dregs of Reason mixt:
When, in his Mind, these jarring Seeds are sown,
He'll censure all Things, but approve of none.

A FABLE.

Soon as the Iron Age on Earth began,
And Vice found easy Entrance into Man;
Forth from her Cave infernal Falshood came;
Falshood , the Hate of Gods, of Men the Shame:
A silken Robe she wore, of various Hue,
Its Colour changing with each diff'rent View:
Studious to cheat, and eager to beguile,
She mimick'd Truth , and ap'd her heav'nly Smile;
But mimick'd Truth in vain; the varying Vest,
To ev'ry searching Eye, the Fiend confest.