(PART II) - MISCELLANY
Books by Mary Baker Eddy

THE COUNTRY-SEAT
page 869


THE COUNTRY-SEAT




Wild spirit of song, - midst the
     zephyrs at play
In bowers of beauty, - I bend to
     thy lay,
And woo, while I worship in deep sylvan spot,
The Muses' soft echoes to kindle the grot.
Wake chords of my lyre, with musical kiss,
To vibrate and tremble with accents of bliss.

Here morning peers out, from her crimson
     repose,
On proud Prairie Queen and the modest
     Moss-rose;
And vesper reclines - when the dewdrop is
     shed
On the heart of the pink - in its odorous bed;
But Flora has stolen the rainbow and sky,
To sprinkle the flowers with exquisite dye.

Here fame-honored hickory rears his bold
     form,
And bares a brave breast to the lightning
     and storm,

PO 63


While palm, bay, and laurel, in classical
     glee,
Chase tulip, magnolia, and fragrant
     fringe-tree;
And sturdy horse-chestnut for centuries hath
     given
Its feathery blossom and branches to heaven.

Here is life!  Here is youth!  Here the poet's
     world-wish, - 
Cool waters at play with the gold-gleaming
     fish;
While cactus a mellower glory receives
From light colored softly by blossom and
     leaves;
And nestling alder is whispering low,
In lap of the pear-tree, with musical flow. *1
(*1 An alder growing from the bent branch of a pear-tree.)

Dark sentinel hedgerow is guarding repose,
Midst grotto and songlet and streamlet that
     flows
Where beauty and perfume from buds burst
     away,
And ope their closed cells to the bright,
     laughing day;


PO 64



Yet, dwellers in Eden, earth yields you her
     tear, - 
Oft plucked for the banquet, but laid on the
     bier.

Earth's beauty and glory delude as the shrine
Or fount of real joy and of visions divine;
But hope, as the eaglet that spurneth the sod,
May soar above matter, to fasten on God,
And freely adore all His spirit hath made,
Where rapture and radiance and glory ne'er
     fade.

Oh, give me the spot where affection may
     dwell
In sacred communion with home's magic
     spell!
Where flowers of feeling are fragrant and
     fair,
And those we most love find a happiness
     rare;
But clouds are a presage, - they darken my
     lay:
This life is a shadow, and hastens away.


PO 65




Next Page

|| - page index - || - chapter index - || - download - || - Exit - ||

 

 

 

 

 (c) Copyright 1998 - Rolf Witzsche
Published by Cygni Communications Ltd. North Vancouver, Canada