NATURE IN LEASTS

As sings the pine-tree in the wind, So sings in the wind a sprig of the pine; Her strength and soul has laughing France Shed in each drop of wine.

‘ A New commandment,’ said the smiling Muse, ‘ I give my darling son, Thou shalt not preach’;— Luther, Fox, Behmen, Swedenborg, grew pale, And, on the instant, rosier clouds upbore

Hafiz and Shakspeare with their shining choirs.