May 15, 2012

From "The wind-flower"

Thou lookest up with meek, confiding eye
Upon the clouded smile of April's face,
Unharmed, though Winter stands uncertain by,
Eyeing with jealous glance each opening grace.

From "The voice of God"

God dwells no more afar from me,
His voice in all that lives is heard;
From the loud shout of rolling sea
To warbled song of morning's bird.

In all that stirs the human breast,
That wakes to mirth or draws the tear,
In passion's storm or soul's calm rest,
Alike the voice of God I hear.