The love that lived through all the stormy past, A happier lot than mine, and larger light And lovest all, and renderest good for ill. Yet though thou wear'st the glory of the sky, BRYANT. Music on the Waters. OH! lone is the spirit on life's troubled ocean, 'Tis sweet, as we glide o'er the cold waves of sorrow, They haste in their joy o'er the waters to meet us, They still the wild billows of trouble around us, HARRIS. PART VII. POEMS OF CHARACTER, AND MISCELLANEOUS, AND schortly, whan the sonne was to reste, And made forward erly to aryse, To take our weye ther as I yow devyse. But natheless, whiles I have tyme and space, And which they weren, and of what degré. CHAUCER. POEMS OF CHARACTER, AND MISCELLANEOUS. The Good Parson. A GOOD man was there of religioun, As proven oft, to all who lack'd a friend. Of his own substance and his dues to give ; Wide was his parish; the houses far asunder; |