TUE WINDS.

Otago Witness, Issue 586, 21 February 1863, Page 7

TUE WINDS.

(From the IfcraM) ■''*•>*& Surge on ye winds, from Ihe ru4liug tree's \' rf Sweep the leaves in your onward course, And Jet tbecound of your voice be shrill As the shriek of a wounded horse; As the wail of a strong man «iukiug 'A'eath the waves of his soul's remorse. Sweep on where forests are den«e and dark : They will bow as your pinions pas^ Ami scatter gems from their dewy crowns, Bright, gifts on the shivering gra-s ' * Pure in their p'enm a« a itnng of pearls Surveyed in a bridal glass. Up. brandish your spf nr from the rocky height, Ai A trample the eagle's nest ; Tear away with your arrows the snowy plumes. Which float on the mountain's crest. Then dash o'er the plain in your eagerness, Asa warrior scorning rest. From the castle's defiant battlements Be Ihe sound of your clarion heard, And shake to their cunt re the granite walls As tho' by an earthquake stirred: Awaking tin; echoes of answering Mils, And the rest of the startled bird. But oh, ye winds, with a tightened rein, Curb your stfeds as they cro-;s the deep, And let not the jar of your chariot wheel* Break the weary mariner's tleep : Hi* dream may be hallowed by thoughts of homa And sisters who watcli and weep. He may talk in his fond imaginings To one, who with anxious eyes Mark 3 from the lattice, midst hops and dread The frowning and starless sVies, Whilst far away in discordant moan The voices of biilows rise. And, oh. let your breath ba warm," ye winds. As ye glide oVr the lowly dead : Leave not behind on the token flowers The print of an angry tread, For their bloom by outpourings of quenchless gri» Or the gushings of love is fed.

F. M. Hcghak.

October 1862.