John Gardiner Calkins Brainard Poems

Yon cloud, 't is bright and beautiful — it floats
Alone in God's horizon —on its edge
The stars seem hung like pearls— it looks as pure
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I saw two clouds at morning,
Tinged with the rising sun;
And in the dawn they floated on,
And mingled into one:
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I love the 'Universal Yankee Nation,'
Where'er they are — whate'er they are about,
Whatever be their wealth, or rank, or station,
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WHERE streams of light, in golden showers,
First fell on long lost Eden's bowers,
And music, from the shouting skies,
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To Thee, O God, the Shepherd Kings
Their earliest homage paid
And wafted upon angel wings
Their worship was conveyed.
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The wanton boy that sports in May,
Among the wild flowers, blooming, gay,
With laughing eyes and glowing cheeks,
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A Rose shall bloom in the lonely place,
A wild shall echo with sounds of joy,
For heaven's own gladness its bounds shall grace,
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Jack Frost.
I HEARD — 't was on an Autumn night —
A little song from yonder tree;
'T was a Caty-did, in the branches hid,
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Four lamps were burning o'er two mighty graves —
Godfrey's and Baldwin's — Salem's Christian kings;
And holy light glanced from Helena's naves,
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FAR away from the hill side, the lake, and the hamlet,
The rock, and the brook, and yon meadow so gay;
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