Poems

Would a tear dim his eye, or pinion lose power
To gaze on the lark in her emerald bower?
When higher he soareth to compass his rest,
What vision so bright as the dream in his breast!

God's eye is upon him. He penciled his path
Whose omniscient notice the frail fledgling hath.
Though lightnings be lurid and earthquakes may shock,
He rides on the whirlwind or rests on the rock.

My course, like the eagle's, oh, still be it high,
Celestial the breezes that waft o'er its sky!
God's eye is upon me--I am not alone
When onward and upward and heavenward borne.

Written in early years.

_THE OAK ON THE MOUNTAIN'S SUMMIT_

Oh, mountain monarch, at whose feet I stand,--
Clouds to adorn thy brow, skies clasp thy hand,--
Nature divine, in harmony profound,
With peaceful presence hath begirt thee round.

And thou, majes