<![CDATA[GupShup Forums - Sho'ra-e-Gupshup]]> http://www.paklinks.com/gs/ Read a few good words, or taste the sweetness of well-developed verses! This section is for the personal works of gupshup members. en Sat, 21 Nov 2009 04:35:47 GMT vBulletin 60 http://www.paklinks.com/gs/images/misc/rss.jpg <![CDATA[GupShup Forums - Sho'ra-e-Gupshup]]> http://www.paklinks.com/gs/ Ab k ham bichray to shayaed kabi khuabo main milain... http://www.paklinks.com/gs/shora-e-gupshup/372845-ab-k-ham-bichray-shayaed-kabi-khuabo-main-milain.html Thu, 19 Nov 2009 21:17:26 GMT * ab ke ham bichhare to shaayad kabhii Khvaabon main milain jis tarah suukhe hue phuul kitaabon main milain dhondh ujare hue logon main vafaa ke motii ye Khazaane tujhe mumkin hai Kharaabon main milain tuu Khudaa hai na meraa ishq farishton jaisaa donon insaan hain to kyon itane hijaabon...
ab ke ham bichhare to shaayad kabhii Khvaabon main milain
jis tarah suukhe hue phuul kitaabon main milain

dhondh ujare hue logon main vafaa ke motii
ye Khazaane tujhe mumkin hai Kharaabon main milain

tuu Khudaa hai na meraa ishq farishton jaisaa
donon insaan hain to kyon itane hijaabon main milain

Gam-e-duniyaa bhii Gam-e-yaar main shaamil kar lo
nashaa barataa hai sharabain jo sharaabon main milain

aaj ham daar pe khainche gaye jin baaton par
kyaa ajab kal wo zamaane ko nisaabon main milain

ab na wo main hon na tu hai na wo maazii hai `Faraaz'
jaise do shaKhs tamannaa ke saraabon main milain

 ]]> SUASSHAH http://www.paklinks.com/gs/shora-e-gupshup/372845-ab-k-ham-bichray-shayaed-kabi-khuabo-main-milain.html kat hi gai judai bhi kab yun hua ke mar gaye.. http://www.paklinks.com/gs/shora-e-gupshup/372213-kat-hi-gai-judai-bhi-kab-yun-hua-ke-mar-gaye.html Wed, 18 Nov 2009 05:16:05 GMT * kat hi gai judai bhi kab yun hua ke mar gaye tere bhi din guzar gaye mere bhi din guzar gaye tu bhi kuch aur aur hai ham bhi kuch aur aur hain jane wo tu kidhar gaya jane wo ham kidhar gaye rahon main hi mile the ham rahen nasib ban gain tu bhi na apne ghar gaya ham bhi na apne ghar gaye
kat hi gai judai bhi kab yun hua ke mar gaye
tere bhi din guzar gaye mere bhi din guzar gaye

tu bhi kuch aur aur hai ham bhi kuch aur aur hain
jane wo tu kidhar gaya jane wo ham kidhar gaye

rahon main hi mile the ham rahen nasib ban gain
tu bhi na apne ghar gaya ham bhi na apne ghar gaye

wo bhi gubar-e-Khak tha ham bhi gubar-e-khak the
wo bhi kahin bikhar gaya ham bhi kahin bikhar gaye

koi kinar-e-ab-e-ju baitha hua hai sarnigun
kashti kidhar chali gai jane kidhar bhanwar gaye

tere liye chale the ham tere liye thehar gaye
tu ne kaha to ji uthe tu ne kaha to mar gaye

waqt hi kuch judai ka itna tavil ho gaya
dil men tere firaq ke jitne the zaKhm bhar gaye

barish-e-vasl wo hui sara gubar dhul gaya
wo bhi nikhar nikhar gaya ham bhi nikhar nikhar gaye

itne qarib ho gaye itne raqib ho gaye
wo bhi "Adeem" dar gaya ham bhi "Adeem" dar gaye

 ]]> SUASSHAH http://www.paklinks.com/gs/shora-e-gupshup/372213-kat-hi-gai-judai-bhi-kab-yun-hua-ke-mar-gaye.html Only two lines for............... http://www.paklinks.com/gs/shora-e-gupshup/371523-only-two-lines.html Mon, 16 Nov 2009 11:52:38 GMT
Ummeede'n saanson sang hi jeeti rahi
Dil me armaan bhi machalte rahay
Meri naz'rain to dhundhli ho chali thi
Khawaab aankhon me phir bhi palte rahay
]]> rajey http://www.paklinks.com/gs/shora-e-gupshup/371523-only-two-lines.html MUQADAR http://www.paklinks.com/gs/shora-e-gupshup/371430-muqadar.html Sun, 15 Nov 2009 23:34:44 GMT *Kurb k shehar mein reh kar nahi dekha tu ne....! * *Keya guzarti rahi hum par nahi dekha tu ne....! * *Ay mujhay sabar k Aadaab sikhanay walay..... * *Jab wo bichra tha wo manzar nahi dekha tu ne.... * *Tu ne dekha hai muqaddar ka sitara shayad.... * *Par sitaray ka muqaddar nahi dekha... Kurb k shehar mein reh kar nahi dekha tu ne....!
Keya guzarti rahi hum par nahi dekha tu ne....!

Ay mujhay sabar k Aadaab sikhanay walay.....
Jab wo bichra tha wo manzar nahi dekha tu ne....

Tu ne dekha hai muqaddar ka sitara shayad....
Par sitaray ka muqaddar nahi dekha tu ne. ]]> SUASSHAH http://www.paklinks.com/gs/shora-e-gupshup/371430-muqadar.html ek din ...... http://www.paklinks.com/gs/shora-e-gupshup/370779-ek-din.html Fri, 13 Nov 2009 06:30:52 GMT EK din jo mai pukar betha apne rab ko ... ke... kyu tu mri dua sunta nhi.... kya ? tujh tak mri awaz meri tarp pochanti nhhi ... suna ke yeah ... EK din jo mai
pukar betha apne rab ko ...

ke...
kyu tu mri dua sunta nhi....

kya ?
tujh tak mri awaz meri tarp pochanti nhhi ...

suna ke yeah ...
kehne lga .. mra khuda ..aa mere nadan bande...

nhi gafil mai kisi cheez se....

janta hoo..
k mangta hai to Dua mai kisi ko mjhe se...

manta hoo ..
rakhta hai tu shidet apne piyar mai ..

prr dai skta nhi...
tjhe teri khawahish... teri arzooo ...

kyu k ..
is ghor kali duniya mai ..

kehi ..hai koi or bhi..
jo apni kali lambii ratooo mai ...
tjhe mujhe se mang rhi hai ..
or us ki..
tarap main ... mubhat mai ... tum se ziyada shidat hai ..... (zia) ]]> sarmad786 http://www.paklinks.com/gs/shora-e-gupshup/370779-ek-din.html ~!! tO Phir Zara tUm mUjhey Bataao !!~ http://www.paklinks.com/gs/shora-e-gupshup/369392-phir-zara-tum-mujhey-bataao.html Mon, 09 Nov 2009 10:35:44 GMT Image: http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/6973/newpoem2.jpg
]]> ~ dArd ~ http://www.paklinks.com/gs/shora-e-gupshup/369392-phir-zara-tum-mujhey-bataao.html Dushmani http://www.paklinks.com/gs/shora-e-gupshup/368952-dushmani.html Fri, 06 Nov 2009 22:52:34 GMT Maat kha gaye dushman dushmani nibhaney mai Dost sabh se agey they mera ghar jalaney mai Log dharaktey howe pathar ko bhi dil samajh lete hain Barsoon guzar jatey hain dil ko dil bananey mai Maat kha gaye dushman dushmani nibhaney mai
Dost sabh se agey they mera ghar jalaney mai
Log dharaktey howe pathar ko bhi dil samajh lete hain
Barsoon guzar jatey hain dil ko dil bananey mai ]]> Aisha Dubaiwali http://www.paklinks.com/gs/shora-e-gupshup/368952-dushmani.html Bhula Diya Usne Mujhe http://www.paklinks.com/gs/shora-e-gupshup/368370-bhula-diya-usne-mujhe.html Thu, 05 Nov 2009 13:32:33 GMT *Bhula Diya Usne Mujhe, Kitabon Me Rakhey Phool Sa, Mujh Ko Hi yaad Rah Gaya Hai Wo, Beja Si Kisi Bhool Sa Dil To Ye Karta Hai, Gujar Jayen Zindagi Se Hum, Phir Kyon Ummeedon Ka Rahna Hai, Saanso Ke Usool Sa.*
Bhula Diya Usne Mujhe, Kitabon Me Rakhey Phool Sa,
Mujh Ko Hi yaad Rah Gaya Hai Wo, Beja Si Kisi Bhool Sa
Dil To Ye Karta Hai, Gujar Jayen Zindagi Se Hum,
Phir Kyon Ummeedon Ka Rahna Hai, Saanso Ke Usool Sa.
]]> rajey http://www.paklinks.com/gs/shora-e-gupshup/368370-bhula-diya-usne-mujhe.html Dream within a Dream… Life’s fife (Edgar Allan Poe) ** http://www.paklinks.com/gs/shora-e-gupshup/368104-dream-within-dream-life-s-fife-edgar-allan-poe.html Wed, 04 Nov 2009 19:43:38 GMT Beleaguered past rued in rushes Hopped to stops at some gushes Sparkled swank vague tomorrows Fertile buds withered to harrows Torn up bits, blown in vain Engraved as fate, time and again Suffer the pain, a gradual fade yield to downers nature’s made Beleaguered past rued in rushes
Hopped to stops at some gushes
Sparkled swank vague tomorrows
Fertile buds withered to harrows

Torn up bits, blown in vain
Engraved as fate, time and again
Suffer the pain, a gradual fade
yield to downers nature’s made

Lives be doomed to a futile end?
What the buzz on great men then?
No lofty cheers for the run we ran
Fade, concede; the best we can?

Make do present in hope to find
Fleeting bits to a picture bind
Clutching flotsam left behind
Sore is the body, numb the mind

Soaring values, driving dreams
Weathered now, fuzzy at seams
Searching pieces wrenched away
Most our lives; don’t have a say

Head long leapt in the roiling fray
Sunken toiled, at the pew to pray
Love’s flair Care and truth.
Soiled trains and choir’s myth

Loved and told, utopian tales.
Suffered miseries, driven nails.
Sun now shines! O’ make your hay
stack up yum an heap your tray

Here an there, chased livid blue.
Clank of swords and purring mew.
Life shrieks, “Murders at the Rue”
Grip and sip the “Ravenesque” stew

original
saadat tahir
(Islamabad)
(Oct 07, ,2009)

** Dedicted to the memory of one of the great poets (Edgar Allan Poe)
(died October 7,1849 …disagreement on exact date)
“Dreams”—Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! first appeared in the Baltimore North American, the same year his first book Tamerlane and Other Poems was published, at his own expense. ]]> saadat tahir http://www.paklinks.com/gs/shora-e-gupshup/368104-dream-within-dream-life-s-fife-edgar-allan-poe.html Forgotten days….0211** http://www.paklinks.com/gs/shora-e-gupshup/367257-forgotten-days-0211-a.html Mon, 02 Nov 2009 18:35:35 GMT [SIZE=3] [/SIZE] [SIZE=3]In far off old forgotten days. On the trail of ponderous ways. Took to bed and flew away. A journey vivid to this day. Through the heavens from a den. million waves, deserts, glen....]]> [SIZE=3] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=3]In far off old forgotten days.
On the trail of ponderous ways.
Took to bed and flew away.
A journey vivid to this day.
Through the heavens from a den.
million waves, deserts, glen.
No ties to want a flapping wing.
Nothing to hold; no bond or string.
Muted charm of a rustic square.
removed from the din of urban flair.
Asleep in bed and yet on hover.
Flew the gamut without a clover.
In island home a fairy stepped.
Fate had shown and promise kept.
She too sat on outcrops watched,
for recompense, that fate had botched.
Lingering dusks and early dawns.
Brought wandering gulls and crashed anon.
Hedged her bets on a distant clown.
Wandering clue less, way off town.
Ages lost in pent up tears.
Wishing to while away her fears.[/SIZE]

Original
saadat tahir
(Islamabad)
(Nov 02, 2009)

** on physical barriers ]]> saadat tahir http://www.paklinks.com/gs/shora-e-gupshup/367257-forgotten-days-0211-a.html Is jahan mein jo ghamon se tumhe bacha legi http://www.paklinks.com/gs/shora-e-gupshup/366883-jahan-mein-jo-ghamon-se-tumhe-bacha-legi.html Sun, 01 Nov 2009 08:55:29 GMT Is jahan mein jo ghamon se tumhe bacha legi Dil se nikli dua hei jo tumhe tumhari maa degi Jahan ka har dukh, tum apne seene mein jo bhar lo Uski ik muskaan dekhna, har dukh ko tere mita degi Agar dunya ki iss beedh mein, tum khone se yun lag jao Tumhe dhoondte hue maa teri, khudko bhi... Is jahan mein jo ghamon se tumhe bacha legi
Dil se nikli dua hei jo tumhe tumhari maa degi

Jahan ka har dukh, tum apne seene mein jo bhar lo
Uski ik muskaan dekhna, har dukh ko tere mita degi

Agar dunya ki iss beedh mein, tum khone se yun lag jao
Tumhe dhoondte hue maa teri, khudko bhi bhula degi

Tum kabhi ghuse mein akar, uska dil tod bhi jao dekhna
Wo to ik farishte ki tarah , phir bhi tumhe dua degi

Meri itni si iltija hei ke, kabhi maa ko na tum rulana
Ke rab se jo dua karoge, wo asar hi apna ganwa degi

Har shakhs iss jahan mein matlab parast hei hota
Bina matlab ke ho muhabat, ik maa tumhe sikha degi

Maa ki awaz sun kar kuch log, ansuni si kar hein jate
Khawab mein maa ko pukarna, teri awaz use jaga degi

Tujhe janat mein jane ka shauq hei to jaan le Wakas
Maa ki khidmat karne ki aadat, aakhrat teri bana degi

by : Wakas Mir (WakasMir.com) ]]> poorapagal http://www.paklinks.com/gs/shora-e-gupshup/366883-jahan-mein-jo-ghamon-se-tumhe-bacha-legi.html The Raven http://www.paklinks.com/gs/shora-e-gupshup/366715-raven.html Sat, 31 Oct 2009 10:20:28 GMT Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door —

Only this, and nothing more."


Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had tried to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore —
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore —

Nameless here for evermore.


And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
" 'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door —
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door; —

This it is, and nothing more."


Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; ——

Darkness there, and nothing more.


Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"

Merely this, and nothing more.


Then into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon I heard again a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore —
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—

'Tis the wind, and nothing more!"


Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door —
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door —

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.


Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore —
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"

Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."


Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no sublunary being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door —
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

With such name as "Nevermore."


But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered —
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before —
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."

Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."


Wondering at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster — so, when Hope he would adjure,
Stern Despair returned, instead of the sweet Hope he dared adjure —

That sad answer, "Nevermore!"


But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore —
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore

Meant in croaking "Nevermore."


This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,

She shall press, ah, nevermore!


Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite — respite and Nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Let me quaff this kind Nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"

Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."


"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil! —
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted —
On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore —
Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!"

Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."


"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore —
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore —
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."

Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."


"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting —
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! — quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"

Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."


And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted — nevermore! ]]> kayacamilla http://www.paklinks.com/gs/shora-e-gupshup/366715-raven.html A Nocturnal Reverie - a poem by Anne Finch http://www.paklinks.com/gs/shora-e-gupshup/366714-nocturnal-reverie-poem-anne-finch.html Sat, 31 Oct 2009 10:19:55 GMT A Nocturnal Reverie - a poem by Anne Finch
In such a night, when every louder wind
Is to its distant cavern safe confined;
And only gentle Zephyr fans his wings,
And lonely Philomel, still waking, sings;
Or from some tree, famed for the owl's delight,
She, hollowing clear, directs the wand'rer right:
In such a night, when passing clouds give place,
Or thinly veil the heav'ns' mysterious face;
When in some river, overhung with green,
The waving moon and trembling leaves are seen;
When freshened grass now bears itself upright,
And makes cool banks to pleasing rest invite,
Whence springs the woodbind, and the bramble-rose,
And where the sleepy cowslip sheltered grows;
Whilst now a paler hue the foxglove takes,
Yet checkers still with red the dusky brakes
When scattered glow-worms, but in twilight fine,
Shew trivial beauties watch their hour to shine;
Whilst Salisb'ry stands the test of every light,
In perfect charms, and perfect virtue bright:
When odors, which declined repelling day,
Through temp'rate air uninterrupted stray;
When darkened groves their softest shadows wear,
And falling waters we distinctly hear;
When through the gloom more venerable shows
Some ancient fabric, awful in repose,
While sunburnt hills their swarthy looks conceal,
And swelling haycocks thicken up the vale:
When the loosed horse now, as his pasture leads,
Comes slowly grazing through th' adjoining meads,
Whose stealing pace, and lengthened shade we fear,
Till torn-up forage in his teeth we hear:
When nibbling sheep at large pursue their food,
And unmolested kine rechew the cud;
When curlews cry beneath the village walls,
And to her straggling brood the partridge calls;
Their shortlived jubilee the creatures keep,
Which but endures, whilst tyrant man does sleep;
When a sedate content the spirit feels,
And no fierce light disturbs, whilst it reveals;
But silent musings urge the mind to seek
Something, too high for syllables to speak;
Till the free soul to a composedness charmed,
Finding the elements of rage disarmed,
O'er all below a solemn quiet grown,
Joys in th' inferior world, and thinks it like her own:
In such a night let me abroad remain,
Till morning breaks, and all's confused again;
Our cares, our toils, our clamors are renewed,
Or pleasures, seldom reached, again pursued. ]]> kayacamilla http://www.paklinks.com/gs/shora-e-gupshup/366714-nocturnal-reverie-poem-anne-finch.html A Hunting Morning http://www.paklinks.com/gs/shora-e-gupshup/366713-hunting-morning.html Sat, 31 Oct 2009 10:18:12 GMT A Hunting Morning
Put the saddle on the mare,
For the wet winds blow;
There's winter in the air,
And autumn all below.
For the red leaves are flying
And the red bracken dying,
And the red fox lying
Where the oziers grow.

Put the bridle on the mare,
For my blood runs chill;
And my heart, it is there,
On the heather-tufted hill,
With the gray skies o'er us,
And the long-drawn chorus
Of a running pack before us
From the find to the kill.

Then lead round the mare,
For it's time that we began,
And away with thought and care,
Save to live and be a man,
While the keen air is blowing,
And the huntsman holloing,
And the black mare going
As the black mare can. ]]> kayacamilla http://www.paklinks.com/gs/shora-e-gupshup/366713-hunting-morning.html A Forest Hymn http://www.paklinks.com/gs/shora-e-gupshup/366712-forest-hymn.html Sat, 31 Oct 2009 10:17:24 GMT A Forest Hymn
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned
To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave,
And spread the roof above them,---ere he framed
The lofty vault, to gather and roll back
The sound of anthems; in the darkling wood,
Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down,
And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks
And supplication. For his simple heart
Might not resist the sacred influences,
Which, from the stilly twilight of the place,
And from the gray old trunks that high in heaven
Mingled their mossy boughs, and from the sound
Of the invisible breath that swayed at once
All their green tops, stole over him, and bowed
His spirit with the thought of boundless power
And inaccessible majesty. Ah, why
Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect
God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore
Only among the crowd, and under roofs,
That our frail hands have raised? Let me, at least,
Here, in the shadow of this aged wood,
Offer one hymn---thrice happy, if it find
Acceptance in His ear.
Father, thy hand
Hath reared these venerable columns, thou
Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down
Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith, rose
All these fair ranks of trees. They, in thy sun,
Budded, and shook their green leaves in the breeze,
And shot towards heaven. The century-living crow,
Whose birth was in their tops, grew old and died
Among their branches, till, at last, they stood,
As now they stand, massy, and tall, and dark,
Fit shrine for humble worshipper to hold
Communion with his Maker. These dim vaults,
These winding aisles, of human pomp and pride
Report not. No fantastic carvings show
The boast of our vain race to change the form
Of thy fair works. But thou art here---thou fill'st
The solitude. Thou art in the soft winds
That run along the summit of these trees
In music; thou art in the cooler breath
That from the inmost darkness of the place
Comes, scarcely felt; the barky trunks, the ground,
The fresh moist ground, are all instinct with thee.
Here is continual worship;---Nature, here,
In the tranquility that thou dost love,
Enjoys thy presence. Noiselessly, around,
From perch to perch, the solitary bird
Passes; and yon clear spring, that, midst its herbs,
Wells softly forth and wandering steeps the roots
Of half the mighty forest, tells no tale
Of all the good it does. Thou hast not left
Thyself without a witness, in these shades,
Of thy perfections. Grandeur, strength, and grace
Are here to speak of thee. This mighty oak---
By whose immovable stem I stand and seem
Almost annihilated---not a prince,
In all that proud old world beyond the deep,
E'er wore his crown as lofty as he
Wears the green coronal of leaves with which
Thy hand has graced him. Nestled at his root
Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare
Of the broad sun. That delicate forest flower
With scented breath, and look so like a smile,
Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mould,
An emanation of the indwelling Life,
A visible token of the upholding Love,
That are the soul of this wide universe.

My heart is awed within me when I think
Of the great miracle that still goes on,
In silence, round me---the perpetual work
Of thy creation, finished, yet renewed
Forever. Written on thy works I read
The lesson of thy own eternity.
Lo! all grow old and die---but see again,
How on the faltering footsteps of decay
Youth presses----ever gay and beautiful youth
In all its beautiful forms. These lofty trees
Wave not less proudly that their ancestors
Moulder beneath them. Oh, there is not lost
One of earth's charms: upon her bosom yet,
After the flight of untold centuries,
The freshness of her far beginning lies
And yet shall lie. Life mocks the idle hate
Of his arch enemy Death---yea, seats himself
Upon the tyrant's throne---the sepulchre,
And of the triumphs of his ghastly foe
Makes his own nourishment. For he came forth
From thine own bosom, and shall have no end.

There have been holy men who hid themselves
Deep in the woody wilderness, and gave
Their lives to thought and prayer, till they outlived
The generation born with them, nor seemed
Less aged than the hoary trees and rocks
Around them;---and there have been holy men
Who deemed it were not well to pass life thus.
But let me often to these solitudes
Retire, and in thy presence reassure
My feeble virtue. Here its enemies,
The passions, at thy plainer footsteps shrink
And tremble and are still. Oh, God! when thou
Dost scare the world with falling thunderbolts, or fill,
With all the waters of the firmament,
The swift dark whirlwind that uproots the woods
And drowns the village; when, at thy call,
Uprises the great deep and throws himself
Upon the continent, and overwhelms
Its cities---who forgets not, at the sight
Of these tremendous tokens of thy power,
His pride, and lays his strifes and follies by?
Oh, from these sterner aspects of thy face
Spare me and mine, nor let us need the wrath
Of the mad unchained elements to teach
Who rules them. Be it ours to meditate,
In these calm shades, thy milder majesty,
And to the beautiful order of the works
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