MISCELLANEOUS. SUMMER BY THE LAKE-SIDE. I. NOON. WHITE clouds, whose shadows haunt the deep, O, isles of calm !—O, dark, still wood! O, shapes and hues, dim beckoning, through To stiller sea and greener land, Transfused through you, O mountain friends! I read each misty mountain sign, Life's burdens fall, its discords cease, Of nature's own exceeding peace. O, welcome calm of heart and mind! So fall the weary years away; This western wind hath Lethean powers, Yon noonday cloud nepenthe showers, The lake is white with lotus-flowers! Even Duty's voice is faint and low, The Shadow which pursues us all, That Shadow blends with mountain gray, It speaks but what the light waves sayDeath walks apart from Fear to-day! Rocked on her breast, these pines and I Alike on Nature's love rely; And equal seems to live or die. Assured that He, whose presence fills The simple faith remains, that He |