Inviolate the spirit whence it sprung! Even as a harp, when some wild plaintive strain Goes with the hand that touched it, still retains The soul of music sleeping in its strings. THE EVENING ELOUD. A CLOUD lay cradled near the setting sun, O'er the still radiance of the lake below. Emblem, methought of the departed soul! To whose white robe the gleam of bliss is given; And by the breath of mercy made to roll Right onwards to the golden gates of Heaven, Where, to the eye of faith, it peaceful lies, And tells to man his glorious destinies. How sweet and solemn, all alone, To meditate, in Christian love, Across the silence seem to go With dream-like motion, wavering, slow, And shrouded in their folds of snow, How beautiful their phantom feet! What years of vanished joy are fanned In its white stillness! when the Shade Such is the scene around me now: A little Churchyard on the brow Of a green pastoral hill; Its sylvan village sleeps below, And faintly here is heard the flow Of Woodburn's summer rill; A place where all things mournful meet, And yet the sweetest of the sweet, The stillest of the still! With what a pensive beauty fall Across the mossy mouldering wall That rose-tree's clustered arches! See Bright through the blossoms, leaves his nest: Sweet ingrate! through the winter blest Through all the sunny summer hours What lulling sound, and shadow cool Hangs half the darkened Churchyard o'er, Oft hath the holy wine and bread Been blest beneath thy murmuring tent, Now all beneath the turf are laid On which they sat, and sang, and prayed. Above that consecrated tree Ascends the tapering spire that seems To lift the soul up silently To heaven with all its dreams, While in the belfry, deep and low, LIVES WRITTEN AT A LITTLE WELL BY THE ROADSIDE, LANGDALE. THOU lonely spring of waters undefiled! Yea, moveless as the hillock's verdant side As pilgrim kneeling at his far-sought shrine; Nor must I forget A benison for the departed soul Of him, who, many a year ago, first shaped Not wishing to be free, with smooth slate-stone, Scarcely distinguished from the natural rock. In blessed hour the solitary man |