At noon the wind rose,--swept the glassy sea To sudden ripple,--thrust against the clouds A strenuous shoulder,--gathering steadily, Drove them before in crowds, Till all the west was dark, and inky black The level ruffled water underneath, And up the wind-cloud tossed, a ghostly rack, In many a ragged wreath. Then sudden roared the thunder, a great peal Magnificent, that broke and rolled away; And down the wind plunged, like a furious keel Cleaving the sea to spray, And brought the rain, sweeping o'er land and sea. And then was tumult! Lightning, sharp and keen, Thunder, wind, rain,--a mighty jubilee The heaven and earth between! And loud the ocean sang,--a chorus grand,-- A solemn music sung in undertone Of waves that broke about, on either hand, The little island lone, Where, joyful in His tempest as His calm, Held in the hollow of that hand of His, I joined with heart and soul in God's great psalm, Thrilled with a nameless bliss. Soon lulled the wind,-the summer storm soon died; The shattered clouds went eastward, drifting slow; From the low sun the rain-fringe swept aside, Bright in his rosy glow, And wide a splendor streamed through all the sky O'er land and sea one soft, delicious blush, That touched the gray rocks lightly, tenderly, A transitory flush. Warm, odorous gusts came off the distant land, With spice of pine-woods, breath of hay new-mown, O'er miles of waves and sea-scents cool and bland, Full in our faces blown. Slow faded the sweet light, and peacefully The quiet stars came out, one after one,-- The holy twilight deepened silently, The summer day was done. Such unalloyed delight its hours had given, Musing, this thought rose in my grateful mind, That God, who watches all things, up in heaven, With patient eyes and kind, Saw and was pleased, perhaps, one child of His Dared to be happy like the little birds, Because He gave His children days like this, Rejoicing beyond words,-- Dared, lifting up to Him untroubled eyes In gratitude that worship is, and prayer, Sing and be glad with ever new surprise He made His world so fair! REVIEWS AND LITERARY NOTICES _Ravenshoe_. By HENRY KINGSLEY, Author of "Geoffry Hamlyn." Boston: Ticknor & Fields.