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The Mountain Prophet, the Mine, and Other Poems
The Mountain Prophet the Mine and Other Poems Author:John Harris General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1860 Original Publisher: Alexander heylin Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you ca... more »n select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: MINOR POEMS. GKEEN FIELDS. Home of the healthy breeze, Ye song-inspiring leas! I wake my reed upon your lap once more; And not a dear wild flower, That woos the sun and shower, But seems more lovely than in days of yore. Here oft, beside this stile, -- The moon look'd down the while, -- Have I sat gazing on the village spire; And as the solemn bell Peal'd through the hollow dell, My buried thoughts rose high o'er mound and pyre. Ah ! what is human life, Its constant toil and strife ? What, but a Spring bud beaten by the blast ? Or cloud at dawning-time, Or mist at morning's prime: So soon they vanish, and so life is past. Beside this hedge of thorn, How sweet to muse at morn, What time the skylark shakes him in the grass; Then spreads his dewy wings, And soaring sunward sings, Pouring his lyre-notes in a liquid mass! Around me steals his song, Soft, musical, and strong, Trickling amid the mosses of the mead; Or where the daisies lie With dew-tears in their eye, Or swelling sweetly through the oaten reed. Dear rural sight and sound, With pastoral graces crown'd, Throng round me musing by this meadow gate; And sheep-bells far away Blend with the thatcher's lay, While wren in earnest calls upon his mate. O, sweet from man to fly, And mid your flowers to lie, Winding my simple fancies into rhyme ! And sweet your halcyon calm, And sweet your breezy balm, Like fragrance wafted from some holier clime. I dare not love the town; Its full stream bears me down; But here my soul breathes fetterless and free; And round my vis...« less