Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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WINTERFIRESIDE.
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Winter, thy kind austerity is dearTo me as Summer's sunkissed cheek or Spring
With all her Bloomluxuriance: thy wing,
Which withers up the Glories of the Year,
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With it rich Compensation still doth bring,
Sublimer Joys, that know no withering,
By the World's Finger marked not, yet more near
And dear to God for this! hail then to thee,
Homefostering Season, thine the Wing that flies
Bearing from Earth towards Eternity
Time's choicest moments: thine the mutual Eyes
And Hearts that gravitate around one high
And holy centre, Love! thine are the good and wise!
Here is his Altar: hither, from the height
Of yon far sky, so blessing and so blest,
Does He descend, and at his high behest,
A thousand shapes of Edenbliss the sight
Of his true votaries gladden: here his wings
Alone on Earth are folded, here we see
«His naked form alone as it should be»
In its true beauty, and with him he brings
Soft glances, gentle words, Heartharmony,
Stealing the thought from Life's vain murmurings!
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Here He diffuses, from his noblest throne,A Mother's breast with all her young ones nigh,
The Glory of His Presence, when each Eye,
And Heart, and Lip and Pulse, instinctive own
His allpervading Might; oh ere they're flown,
Offer to God such moments: from the sky,
Methinks, an Angel drops to bear on high
The Smiles that mantle there ere they have grown
Earthsoiled, or learnt with bitter Tears to wed.
Thriceblessed smiles, we ne'er shall smile again
In other days or climes, but in your stead
The cold World brings us Selfishness and Pain:
Our springtide Flowers are strewn above the dead
And wither on the Tomb, Mementos fond, yet vain!
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