DIFFERENT IMPRESSIONS.
BY FREDRIKA BREMER.
I was in companyWith men and women,And heard small talkOf little things,Of poor pursuitsAnd narrow viewsOf narrow minds.I rushed outTo breathe more freely,To look on nature.The evening starRose grave and bright,The western skyWas warm with light,And the young moonShone softly downAmong the shadowsOf the town,Where whispering treesAnd fragrant flowersStood hushed in silent,Balmy bowers.All was romance,All loveliness,Wrapped in a tranceOf mystic bliss.I looked onIn bitterness,And sighed and asked,Why the great LordMade so rich beautyFor such a raceOf little men?I was in companyWith men and women,Heard noble talkOf noble things,Of noble doings,And manly sufferingAnd man's heart beatingFor all mankind.The evening starSeemed now less bright,The western skyOf paler light,All nature's beautyAnd romance,So lovelyTo gaze upon,Retired at once,A shadow but to that of man!
I was in companyWith men and women,And heard small talkOf little things,Of poor pursuitsAnd narrow viewsOf narrow minds.I rushed outTo breathe more freely,To look on nature.The evening starRose grave and bright,The western skyWas warm with light,And the young moonShone softly downAmong the shadowsOf the town,Where whispering treesAnd fragrant flowersStood hushed in silent,Balmy bowers.All was romance,All loveliness,Wrapped in a tranceOf mystic bliss.I looked onIn bitterness,And sighed and asked,Why the great LordMade so rich beautyFor such a raceOf little men?I was in companyWith men and women,Heard noble talkOf noble things,Of noble doings,And manly sufferingAnd man's heart beatingFor all mankind.The evening starSeemed now less bright,The western skyOf paler light,All nature's beautyAnd romance,So lovelyTo gaze upon,Retired at once,A shadow but to that of man!
I was in companyWith men and women,And heard small talkOf little things,Of poor pursuitsAnd narrow viewsOf narrow minds.I rushed outTo breathe more freely,To look on nature.
I was in company
With men and women,
And heard small talk
Of little things,
Of poor pursuits
And narrow views
Of narrow minds.
I rushed out
To breathe more freely,
To look on nature.
The evening starRose grave and bright,The western skyWas warm with light,And the young moonShone softly downAmong the shadowsOf the town,Where whispering treesAnd fragrant flowersStood hushed in silent,Balmy bowers.All was romance,All loveliness,Wrapped in a tranceOf mystic bliss.
The evening star
Rose grave and bright,
The western sky
Was warm with light,
And the young moon
Shone softly down
Among the shadows
Of the town,
Where whispering trees
And fragrant flowers
Stood hushed in silent,
Balmy bowers.
All was romance,
All loveliness,
Wrapped in a trance
Of mystic bliss.
I looked onIn bitterness,And sighed and asked,Why the great LordMade so rich beautyFor such a raceOf little men?
I looked on
In bitterness,
And sighed and asked,
Why the great Lord
Made so rich beauty
For such a race
Of little men?
I was in companyWith men and women,Heard noble talkOf noble things,Of noble doings,And manly sufferingAnd man's heart beatingFor all mankind.
I was in company
With men and women,
Heard noble talk
Of noble things,
Of noble doings,
And manly suffering
And man's heart beating
For all mankind.
The evening starSeemed now less bright,The western skyOf paler light,All nature's beautyAnd romance,So lovelyTo gaze upon,Retired at once,A shadow but to that of man!
The evening star
Seemed now less bright,
The western sky
Of paler light,
All nature's beauty
And romance,
So lovely
To gaze upon,
Retired at once,
A shadow but to that of man!
WE-HAR-KAC. Schuessele del. Drawn by Capt.S. Eastman. Chromolith of P. S. Duval Ph.WE-HAR-KA.
C. Schuessele del. Drawn by Capt.S. Eastman. Chromolith of P. S. Duval Ph.WE-HAR-KA.