Granny Was as much afraid of ghosts as any, And so they followed hard- I. NANY, HE rose that drinks the fountain dew In the pleasant air of noon, Grows pale and blue with altered hue In the gaze of the nightly moon; For the planet of frost, so cold and bright, II. Such is my heart-roses are fair, And that at best a withered blossom; But thy false care did idly wear Its withered leaves in a faithless bosom; And fed with love, like air and dew, Its growth Hymn to Intellectual I. HE awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats tho' unseen amongst us,visiting This various world with as inconstant wing As summer winds that creep from flower to flower, Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower, It visits with inconstant glance Each human heart and countenance; Like hues and harmonies of evening, Like clouds in starlight widely spread,— of music fled,memory Like |