Lines.

THY quiet radiance falls upon my spirit,
Like the cool starshine on a fevered brow,
And I from thee a still delight inherit,
As from fresh leaves that round my footsteps grow.
In thy great freedom to commune with me,
As summer clouds stoop down to bathe the bills,
I feel the greatness of my destiny,
A solemn anthem through my being thrills.
In the long summer days 1 sit by thee,
And gaze upon thy beauty evermore,
A deeper depth of pence those eyes unfold to me,
As I with growing calm their tranquilness explore,
In thee what buds of possibility
Await the wooing air, to tempt them into birth.
O’er thee what heavenly serenity
Shall spread its joy, as blue skies beauty over earth,
Thy life to thee unconsciously shall be,
As fragrance to the flower, or greenness to the leaves,
And then shall pass this earth as noiselessly,
As the fair cloud its fleecy variation weaves,
Fain would I sit by thee, till life grew dim,
Hearing thy beauty chant its wondrous hymn;
False pupil were I, learned I not from thee,
That thou to me one revelation art
Of the great beauty, which eternally
Is the apparel of the central heart.