Littell's Living Age/Volume 169/Issue 2180/A Holiday

the age sordid, impotent, and cold? None the less sweetly shrill the thrushes call; None the less swiftly snowy blossoms fall On slim young grasses and buds manifold Where kingcups raise their chalices of gold As tender breezes drift the hawthorn's pall; None the less milky sway the chestnuts tall; Or royally are large white clouds enrolled, Where up the azure mighty branches climb. On eyes that see and hearts that contemplate No shadow falls of days degenerate, — They reckon but by season's change the time; Here the vain babblings of unlovely hours Cringe into silence before holier powers.