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QUATRAINS.

THE MICROSCOPE AND TELESCOPE.

Look down into the Microscope, and know
The boundless wonder in the hidden small;
Look up into the Telescope, and, lo!
The hidden greatness in the boundless all!

A DIAL AT A GRAVE.

To number sunny hours by shadows, why
Is here the dial shown,
Where from the Sunshine of Eternity
The Shadow, Time, is flown?

THE HIPPOGRIFF.

Spurn not Life's calls—though seeking higher things—
Earth's loving fires for the celestial levin:
The hippogriff has feet as well as wings,
For highways of the world and paths of heaven.

TO THE SUN.

Flower-wakener, that wakest the spheres in light.
I worship thee alike in joy or sorrow:
Thou leavest behind thee the Eternal Night,
Thou bear'st before thee the Eternal Morrow.

FOR---, A POET.

To own a quarry proves no call of Art—
'T is Nature's store you cannot keep nor give,
If at your touch the masses will not start,
Radiant processions, shapes that breathe and live!

TORCH-LIGHT IN FALL-TIME.

I lift this sumach-bough with crimson flare
And, touch'd with subtle pangs of dreamy pain,
Through the dark wood a torch I seem to bear
In Autumn's funeral train.