The Birth of Beauty, by Harvey Rice
By Nature's hand, though all
Was made complete,
Still in her palace-hall
No twinkling feet, ...
By Nature's hand, though all
Was made complete,
Still in her palace-hall
No twinkling feet, ...
In the garb of a soft, silken mist,
I ascend to the brow
Of the mountain, and trust to my wi...
Too pure for earth, too pure for earth,
Thy home the spirit-land,
Where earth-born flowers u...
There's a heaven on earth--
A heaven that's mine--
In the gift of her heart
Whose love is divi...
Great sire of life, and source of light,
Thou hast o'er all control;
Dispeller of the mystic...
Like a nymph from an ocean of pearls,
Awaking she flies to the hills,
And smiles at her face ...
Lo! The Year now retires,
The sad Old Year, like a king from his throne;
And, fated, he si...
Pale wanderer in the azure field
That blossometh with stars,
Why guard thy breast with silver ...
How beautiful to wondering eyes
The rainbow's flame,
That spans the earth, and tints the skie...
It rolls in grandeur lone--
The stream of Time;
And on its shores lie strown
The wrecks of ev...
Lo! Summer serenly advances,
Arrayed in the smiles of the sun;
While zephyrs are weaving thei...
In other days, from woodland maze,
Homeward I proudly bore,
O'er hill and plain, 'mid sleet...
Daughters of light, who ne'er repine,
Though high your birth,
'Tis yours in humble life to s...