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Notes On Literature, Science, And Art.
April number of the Masonic Magazine—it is a place where a philosopher might meditate , and a poet plume his wings . Verdy , our Brother Lord Londesborough ' s feet must have " fallen in pleasant places " : —
"A grassy hill , with beeches orown'd , Throws its encircling arms around My own peculiar nook of ground . No chilly breath of wandering air From north or east can touch me there , E ' en when the sheltering trees are bare . There the first violets , wash'd in dew ,
Come shyly faltering forth to view , And half disclose their glances blue . And there in tan the spotless May Puts on her fresh ancl fair array , And sweetly challenges the day . Till soon the wild-rose shows his face , And , crowa'd with an all-conquering grace , Shines the brief monarch of the places
And in that sylvan combe are heard The dulcet notes of many a bird , To vernal mirth and music stirr'd . While , from deep hidden springs below , Fountains of living water flow , And make soft murmurings as they go ; Then to a peaceful mere expand ,
Where patient herons take their stand , And teal disport , a timid band . And the swift kingfisher is seen , Flashing its blue and orange sheen Upon the glassy wave serene . The silent swan its arch of snow And mantling pride steers to and fro
, Bepeated with a wavering glow ; While coots and moorhens round it play , And mid ducks light with splash and spray , And swallows glide and dip all day . Hither Spring ' s early birds are blown : Here through the Summer doves make moan : And Autumn robins mourn alone .
The fading elms which cluster round , To guard the water ' s azure bound , Mirror their gold in depths profound . Each yellow , leaf in sunshine sweet Floats down a phantom leaf to meet , Through the blue wave upspringing fleet . And when the beech , and elms are bate ,
The banded spruce stand watching there Their' changeless verdure imaged fair . So many charms are here dispfay'd , As if this pleasant place were made For ' a green thought in a green shade . ' * The seasons , here on circling wing , Keflections bright perforce must bring ,
Like flowers that bloom and birds that sing . On Nature's face who loves to look In such a calm , sequester'd nook , Must gather lore from God's fair book . "
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Notes On Literature, Science, And Art.
April number of the Masonic Magazine—it is a place where a philosopher might meditate , and a poet plume his wings . Verdy , our Brother Lord Londesborough ' s feet must have " fallen in pleasant places " : —
"A grassy hill , with beeches orown'd , Throws its encircling arms around My own peculiar nook of ground . No chilly breath of wandering air From north or east can touch me there , E ' en when the sheltering trees are bare . There the first violets , wash'd in dew ,
Come shyly faltering forth to view , And half disclose their glances blue . And there in tan the spotless May Puts on her fresh ancl fair array , And sweetly challenges the day . Till soon the wild-rose shows his face , And , crowa'd with an all-conquering grace , Shines the brief monarch of the places
And in that sylvan combe are heard The dulcet notes of many a bird , To vernal mirth and music stirr'd . While , from deep hidden springs below , Fountains of living water flow , And make soft murmurings as they go ; Then to a peaceful mere expand ,
Where patient herons take their stand , And teal disport , a timid band . And the swift kingfisher is seen , Flashing its blue and orange sheen Upon the glassy wave serene . The silent swan its arch of snow And mantling pride steers to and fro
, Bepeated with a wavering glow ; While coots and moorhens round it play , And mid ducks light with splash and spray , And swallows glide and dip all day . Hither Spring ' s early birds are blown : Here through the Summer doves make moan : And Autumn robins mourn alone .
The fading elms which cluster round , To guard the water ' s azure bound , Mirror their gold in depths profound . Each yellow , leaf in sunshine sweet Floats down a phantom leaf to meet , Through the blue wave upspringing fleet . And when the beech , and elms are bate ,
The banded spruce stand watching there Their' changeless verdure imaged fair . So many charms are here dispfay'd , As if this pleasant place were made For ' a green thought in a green shade . ' * The seasons , here on circling wing , Keflections bright perforce must bring ,
Like flowers that bloom and birds that sing . On Nature's face who loves to look In such a calm , sequester'd nook , Must gather lore from God's fair book . "