Avolio ; a legend of the island of Cos With poems, lyrical, miscellaneous, and dramatic |
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PERFECT CALM.
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PERFECT CALM.
Eternal Quiet were eternal sleep!
“O! we will make,” some fond Enthusiast cries,
“This present weary world a Paradise
O'er which all gentle Thoughts their watch shall keep;
A noiseless calm shall brood above its bowers,
And only Nature's sweet, and tender powers,
Hold genial converse in the charméd shade;”
“O! we will make,” some fond Enthusiast cries,
“This present weary world a Paradise
O'er which all gentle Thoughts their watch shall keep;
A noiseless calm shall brood above its bowers,
And only Nature's sweet, and tender powers,
Hold genial converse in the charméd shade;”
Through the new Eden's golden gates I look,
And lo! stretched listless by a murmuring brook,
Whose silvery lustre glimmers 'mid the glade,
I see the angel Tenant of the place,
Fast by the tree of Life, his placid face
Half hidden in his pinions' downy deep,
The Angel muses, or perchance—he prays!—
Not so, look closer,—he is sound asleep!
And lo! stretched listless by a murmuring brook,
Whose silvery lustre glimmers 'mid the glade,
I see the angel Tenant of the place,
Fast by the tree of Life, his placid face
Half hidden in his pinions' downy deep,
The Angel muses, or perchance—he prays!—
Not so, look closer,—he is sound asleep!
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