There, filling with thy gale, Upon the starlit Sea, The white and rustling sail, Which rest upon the Bay, Like Seagulls fast asleep, Whilst moonbeams round them play, And sportive billows leap. Anon amid the Pines That skirt a mountain road, Whose rugged pathway winds By many a lone abode, Thy minstrel Song is heard, Thy voices are like Friends I feel their soothing thrill Strong as refreshing sleep. Thus thou dost cheer me on, Breath of the Evening wind, Till weariness is gone, And care is left behind. THE OLD SCHOOLMASTER. FRIEND, wouldst thou hear me speak Then listen to my verse, A little Village nestling down A rural Cottage near the Beck, Its walls are cob of ancient date, Low is the door with wooden latch, Where oft mid shadow of the porch When Summer days are warm and fair, When garden plots are all aglow Then, with a Homer on his knee, He loveth oft to sit. But when stern Winter wraps the earth With many a snowy fold; And days are short and nights are long, And winds are fierce and cold; He seeks the shelter of his cot, The comfort of his chair; And whilst the Winter wars without, There glows the ruddy fire of peat, A cat lies sleeping on the hearth, And everything is snug. Dark shelves of oak hang on the walls, Of brilliant Authors long since dead, Behind a Screen of antique make, Permit a distant View, There oft you'll find my Worthy Friend, In lays of glorious song. A tall Old Man with silver hair, A lustre of the Olden Days, When in the old Cathedral School But now his Teaching Days are done, His Friends have passed away; Of those he made in Manhood's Morn, Scarce one remains to-day. Like ripe Fruits drop from off a tree, Fall from the Tree of Life away; And now he loves to contemplate And trusts that the Great Architect I often went to visit him Towards the Close of Day, When Evening tints were in the West, And all the Sky was gay. There would I stand and look awhile Before I entered in, And view the Old Man in his chair A picture for a king. Upon his brow the golden light Of Eventide did play, And in his Eyes the Light of Heaven Was brighter than the Day. |