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, O, welcome calm of heart and mind! So fall the weary years away; This western wind hath Lethean powers, 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, Rocked on her breast, these pines and I Assured that He, whose presence fills The simple faith remains, that He |