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Название: The Continental Monthly, Vol. 5, No. 3, March, 1864

Автор: Various

Издательство: Public Domain

Жанр: Политика, политология

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СКАЧАТЬ fleck the face of Heaven, but no two alike are ever:

      Restless mirror of the Infinite, form seems exhausted never.

      Are they lambs 'mid Heaven's blue pastures? are they swans with downy breast

      Floating through that azure ocean round the region of the Blest?

      Are they snowy wings of Cherubs gathering round the Throne above,

      As the vesper hymn of Heaven rises to the Eternal Love?

      Gazing on their wavy ripples, they seem mingling with the sky,

      Yet the heavenly little islets still innumerable lie.

      How the fleecy cloudlets glitter as they sail so clear and high!

      Is light curdling into snowflakes as it streams athwart the sky?

      Freezing? No—warm and glowing, ambient, changeful, feathery, bright,

      Rather seem the floating vapors melting into roseate light.

      With the white flame in their bosoms, and the pure blue depths above,

      When the sunset rays dart kisses, how they kindle into love!

      See, with every shaft electric flash the bright hues deeper, higher,

      Till the chaste and snowy cloudlets fleck the Blue of Heaven with fire.

      How they flush and how they quiver! how the virgin drifts of snow

      Drink the sunset's dying passion, catch his ardent parting glow!

      Love weaves close in chords harmonic all the finely fretted dome,

      Blue, white, purple, gold, and crimson, fringe, melt, ripple into foam.

      Thus the angels drape God's footstool with soft vapor, wind, and sun:

      Does His smile rest on the artists when their pleasant work is done?

      Do they see Him bend the Heavens, riding swiftly on the clouds,

      Heat His Heart, and Light the shadow which His inner Glory shrouds?

      Seraphs, cherubs, thronging round Him, shall our hearts no raptures move?

      Shall we prove dull links reluctant in the chain of endless love?

      No. We feel the electric secret flashing through the Perfect Whole,

      'Bliss eternal' telegraphing upon every faithful soul.

CUMULI

      Leave we now the upper regions

      With their wonders pure and high,

      Gone the barred and fleecy Cirri—

      Mountain Cumuli storm the sky.

      High the calmness floats above us,

      Tears and rain lie far below,

      As we sail the middle Cloudland,

      Where the vapors come and go.

      Throbs a wilder pulse of passion,

      Stronger individual life,

      Rapid, energetic motion

      Tells of elemental strife.

      Nearer seem they to the human,

      Rearing dizzy forms on high,

      Than the order-loving Cirri

      Barring the translucent sky.

      Lovingly they crest our mountains,

      Hovering o'er them all the day,

      Copying all the soaring outlines

      In artistic, skilful play;

      Following close on the horizon,

      Dip, break, gap, and lofty peak,

      As to build Earth into Heaven

      Would the haunting vapors seek.

      Drifting swiftly through the azure,

      Chase they shadows over Earth:

      Flying footsteps, soft and silent,

      Flit o'er grassy graves in mirth.

      Shudder not—the bearded harvest

      Quivers not, so light the tread:

      Let it glide o'er moss and violet—

      Would its touch could wake our dead!

      Piling now, the tossing vapors,

      With a wild exultant power,

      Rise in turrets, towers, mountains,

      Changing with the changing hour.

      Glittering, gleaming, dazzling, snowy,

      Heart-tossed shadows in them lie;

      Broken, scattered, wind-torn, foamy,

      Haunt they through Earth's panting sky.

      Luminous jets of boiling vapor

      Topple into sudden rifts,

      Open into yawning chasms,

      Break in tortured whirling drifts,

      Panting, surging, rocking, reeling,

      Cradling in their hearts the storm,

      Spirit, power, passion flashing,

      Lightning bares each secret form.

      Banding now in groups colossal,

      Piling o'er the mountain crest,

      Sweeping down his rocky summit,

      Crashing through his wooded breast,

      Shattering fall his pines and larches,

      Rain, hail, tumult onward swell,

      Lightning scathes the shuddering forest,

      Thunder frights the leafy dell.

      Sunset fires the whirling vapors,

      Now they sway and rock in light,

      Toppling crests fling back the radiance,

      Through the rifts it glitters bright,

      Gloomy clouds are ruby kindling,

      Rippling fringed with molten gold,

      Rosy streams of color pouring,

      Through the tempest's blackness rolled.

      Surging weird in fitful beauty,

      Every moment fraught with change,

      Every break and mystic chasm

      Opening up a Heaven-range:

      Now the eastern peaks are kindling

      Glow as though the Morning's heart

      Throbbed against them, while the formless

      Clouds to phantom being start.

      Thus through storm-tost human bosoms

      God oft sends His rays divine;

      Passionate errors, when forgiven,

      Lead us on to trust sublime.

      God rays light through moral tempests,

      Brings repentance out of crime;

      'Much forgiven' ploughs the spirit,

      Former faults as beacons shine.

      Through our ruins Love is gleaming,

      Rippling o'er in molten gold,

      Rosy streams of life are pouring

      Through our tempest's blackness rolled.

      Glittering thus in growing beauty,

      Every moment fraught with change,

      Through each rift and shattered chasm

      We СКАЧАТЬ