POEMS.
59
The poet's greatest gift to thee
Is God's dear gift of charity;
Thou dost no word of scorn let fall
On others, for thou lovest all.
Faith, Hope, and Charity all stir
My heart's sweet poet, Whittier!
Is God's dear gift of charity;
Thou dost no word of scorn let fall
On others, for thou lovest all.
Faith, Hope, and Charity all stir
My heart's sweet poet, Whittier!
THE CHALLENGE.
(Suggested by Sir Edwin Landseer's famous picture.)
A BEAUTEOUS scene and winter sketch
Of frost and snow,
A range of mountains that have caught
The moon's soft glow.
Of frost and snow,
A range of mountains that have caught
The moon's soft glow.
A night of stars—a starry night
Reflected shines
Within the bosom of the lake,
Where fallen pines
Reflected shines
Within the bosom of the lake,
Where fallen pines
Lie at the marge, crushed by the snow
Of sparkling gems,
That glitter in the silvery light
As diadems.
Of sparkling gems,
That glitter in the silvery light
As diadems.
A glorious monarch of the glen
Stands by the stream,
With antlered head, all ghost-like, as
A phantom dream!
Stands by the stream,
With antlered head, all ghost-like, as
A phantom dream!
