——H USH !
—With sudden gush
As from a fountain, sings in yonder bush
—The Hermit Thrush.

——Hark!
—Did ever Lark
With swifter scintillations fling the spark
—That fires the dark?

——Again,
—Like April rain
Of mist and sunshine mingled, moves the strain
—O'er hill and plain.

——Strong
—As love, O Song,
In flame or torrent sweep through Life along,
—O'er grief and wrong.