XI. 'Tis ever thus. The ties of friend and kin Are found most strong and most with pleasure rife, The unambitious walks of rural life. With woods around them, waters at their feet, But calls a kindred heart, that joy or grief to share. XII. The restless steers are fastened to the wain ; Forth from her little hand their portion doth divide. XIII. Far in the noisy woods, the bleating sheep Ascend the rocks, and breathe the upland air. The fair-haired William there his watch doth keep, And, singing rural songs, still turns her murmuring wheel. XIV. Such are the scenes, that Mountain homes unfold; The plough, that reverence claims the mighty world around. XV. I venerate the man the plough who speeds, Who, boasting not of vainly glorious deeds, XVI. And then at eve behold him at his hearth, How one shall wield the axe or spade the earth, XVII. And if at times the children leave their home, In village near, some little wealth to earn, The heart, untraveled, hath no power to roam, Nor long the time which sees them all return. Fair shines their cottage to the mental sight, And pleasures blossom in their mountain air. Scarce does the week resign its parting light, When, with a love unchanged, they forth repair, And hail their happy hearth, its wonted blessings share. XVIII. And thus in solitude, yet not alone, They have their joys and duties day by day; And when they meet, poured through each other's mind, In answering smiles, or sympathizing tear; With power too great for outward forms to bind, And pure as they are strong, though not by art refined. XIX. And on some pleasant days, in shaded walks, And flowers, and sounding waters grace the scene. Are won to virtue's wise and just control; And such, though deemed in outward manners rude, Shall drink, from Nature's works, the beautiful and good. XX. And Nature is to them a living thing, The quiet bee, o'er beds of flowerets stealing; XXI. Those, whom religious life hath given to know The glory now that is, the greater that shall be. XXII. That glory shines in every planet's ray; It shines with nought its lustre that may mar, Enthroned in life and heart, the favorite guiding star. American Cottage Life. (III.) THE WINTER EVENING. [The Winter Evening constitutes in the Farmer's life, more truly and emphatically than in the life of any other class of persons, a period by itself, a select season, a portion of time, known and recognized by its distinctive traits, and blessed with its peculiar pleasures. It is a season of the year, when there is, to a considerable extent, a relaxation from that constant toil, which occupies him in the more genial months. He is at home, in the bosom of his family; and in the exercise and interchange of domestic feelings enjoys a degree of humble happiness, which the wealthy and luxurious have but little conception of. We have here, therefore, a distinct and interesting subject, which, poetry, coming from a heart that can understand and fully sympathize with rural life, may properly and successfully adopt as its own.] I. THE summer's fading flowers have passed away, And now, when closes fast the setting day, Oh, Winter Eve! The muse at length shall sound, Her notes, as well she may, in fitting praise of thee. |