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Sonnets From The Pyrenees.
SONNETS FROM THE PYRENEES .
BY J " . T . AUBERTIN IN THE " GBAPHIC . " THE MOUNTAIN . 'Tis morn , but on the misty mountain ' s brow
The rising sun no golden ray can shed ; AVhile all is brilliant in the vale below , Darkness and cold are lowering o ' er his head : Ken thus , in early life , hearts that are led Too soon by towering hopes and visions fine ,
AYith mists of doubt and thought long cumbered , See all the humbler spirits smile and shine . Struggle , brave heart ! and as thy day wears on , The brightest of the glow shall still he thine ; AVhen from the lowly valleys it hath gone ,
Around thy brows alone it shall incline : Thy force of thought shall fling thy mists away , And shining Heaven concede its crowning ray !
THE CLOHD . SOON as the cloud escapes the mountain's brow , Swift it regains its pristine sphere on high ; Free from earth ' s bonds it rides in summer ' s glow , Sails on the breeze , rejoicing in the sky .
Such have appeared to me the minds that lie , Cold and encumbered with established dread Of merely counterfeit authority , That holds them long subdued ancl chained and dead . These , when the pouring warmth of Reason ' s ray
Dissolves their bonds at last , and they expand , Then they arouse , and tear themselves away , Scorning the sterile tyrants of the land , Aid and delight mankind , as clouds that rise Water the valleys and adorn the skies .
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Sonnets From The Pyrenees.
SONNETS FROM THE PYRENEES .
BY J " . T . AUBERTIN IN THE " GBAPHIC . " THE MOUNTAIN . 'Tis morn , but on the misty mountain ' s brow
The rising sun no golden ray can shed ; AVhile all is brilliant in the vale below , Darkness and cold are lowering o ' er his head : Ken thus , in early life , hearts that are led Too soon by towering hopes and visions fine ,
AYith mists of doubt and thought long cumbered , See all the humbler spirits smile and shine . Struggle , brave heart ! and as thy day wears on , The brightest of the glow shall still he thine ; AVhen from the lowly valleys it hath gone ,
Around thy brows alone it shall incline : Thy force of thought shall fling thy mists away , And shining Heaven concede its crowning ray !
THE CLOHD . SOON as the cloud escapes the mountain's brow , Swift it regains its pristine sphere on high ; Free from earth ' s bonds it rides in summer ' s glow , Sails on the breeze , rejoicing in the sky .
Such have appeared to me the minds that lie , Cold and encumbered with established dread Of merely counterfeit authority , That holds them long subdued ancl chained and dead . These , when the pouring warmth of Reason ' s ray
Dissolves their bonds at last , and they expand , Then they arouse , and tear themselves away , Scorning the sterile tyrants of the land , Aid and delight mankind , as clouds that rise Water the valleys and adorn the skies .