THE IMAGE OF GOD. FROM THE SPANISH OF FRANCISCO DE ALDANA. O LORD! that seest, from yon starry height, For ever green shall be my trust in Heaven. Celestial King! O let thy presence pass Shall meet that look of mercy from on high, Doth meet the look of him who seeks it there, And owes its being to the gazer's eye. THE BROOK. FROM THE SPANISH. LAUGH of the mountain!- lyre of bird and tree! gaze. How without guile thy bosom, all transparent Thou shun'st the haunts of man, to dwell in lim pid fount! THE CELESTIAL PILOT. FROM DANTE. PURGATORIO, II. AND now, behold! as at the approach of morning, Through the gross vapors, Mars grows fiery red Down in the west upon the ocean floor, Appeared to me,—may I again behold it !— And when therefrom I had withdrawn a little Mine eyes, that I might question my conductor, Again I saw it brighter grown and larger. |