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.