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The lovely girl supplied, a simple song,

Vivid as fire-clouds separately poised,
Whose low tones reach'd not to the distant rocks Innumerable multitudes of forms
To be repeated thence, but gently sank

Scatter'd through half the circle of the sky;
Into our hearts, and charm'd the peaceful flood. And giving back, and shedding each on each
Rapaciously we gather'd flowery spoils

With prodigal communion, the bright hues From land and water; lilies of each hue- Which from the unapparent fount of glory Golden and white, that float upon the waves, They had imbibed, and ceased not to receive. And court the wind; and leaves of that shy plant, That which the heavens display'd, the liquid deep (Her fowers were shed,) the lily of the vale, Repeated; but with unity sublime ! That loves the ground, and from the sun withholds While from the grassy mountain's open side Her pensive beauty, from the breeze her sweets. We gazed, in silence hush'd, with eyes intent

Such product and such pastime did the place On the refulgent spectacle, -diffused And season yield; but, as we re-embarked, Through earth, sky, water, and all visible space,Leaving, in quest of other scenes, the shore The priest in holy transport thus exclaim'd: of that wild spot, the solitary said

“Eternal Spirit! universal God! In a low voice, yet careless who might hear, Power inaccessible to human thought, “ The fire, that burned so brightly to our wish, Save by degrees and steps which thou hast deign'd Where is it now? Deserted on the beach, To furnish; for this effluence of thyself, It seems extinct ; nor shall the fanning breeze To the infirmity of mortal sense Revive its ashes. What care we for this,

Vouchsafed; this local transitory type Whose ends are gain'd? Behold an emblem here of thy paternal splendours, and the pomp Of one day's pleasure, and all mortal joys ! Of those who fill thy courts in highest heaven, And, in this unpremeditated slight

The radiant cherubim ;--accept the thanks Of that which is no longer needed, see

Which we, thy humble creatures, here convened, The common course of human gratitude !"

Presume to offer; we, who from the breast
This plaintive note disturb'd not the repose Of the frail earth, permitted to behold
Of the still evening. Right across the lake The faint reflections only of thy face,
Our pinpace moves: then, coasting creek and bay, Are yet exalted, and in soul adore !
Glades we behold, and into thickets peep,

Such as they are who in thy presence stand
Where couch the spotted deer; or raised our eyes Unsullied, incorruptible, and drink
To shaggy steeps on which the careless goat Imperishable majesty stream'd forth
Browsed by the side of dashing waterfalls. From thy empyreal throne, th'elect of earth
Thus did the bark, meandering with the shore, Shall be--divested at th' appointed hour
Pursue her voyage, till a natural pier

Of all dishonour-cleansed from mortal stain. Of jutting rock invited us to land.

Accomplish, then, their number; and conclude Alert to follow as the pastor led,

Time's weary course! Or if, by thy decree, We clomb a green hill's side; and as we clomb, The consummation that will come by stealth The valley, opening out her bosom, gave

Be yet far distant, let thy word prevail, Fair prospect, intercepted less and less,

O! let thy word prevail, to take away Of the flat meadows and indented coast

The sting of human nature. Spread the law, Of the smooth lake, in compass seen, far off. As it is written in thy holy book, And yet conspicuous stood the old church tower Throughout all lands : let every nation hear In majesty presiding over fields

The high behest, and every heart obey; And habitations, seemingly preserved

Both for the love of purity, and hope From the intrusion of a restless world,

Which it affords, to such as do thy will By rocks impassable and mountains huge.

And persevere in good, that they shall rise, Soft heath this elevated spot supplied,

To have a nearer view of thee, in heaven.
And choice of moss-clad stones, whereon we couch'd Father of good ! this prayer in bounty grant,
Or sate reclined-admiring quietly

In mercy grant it to thy wretched sons.
The general aspect of the scene ; but each Then, nor till then, shall persecution cease,
Not seldom over-anxious to make known

And cruel wars expire. The way is mark'd,
His own discoveries; or to favourite points The guide appointed, and the ransom paid.
Directing notice, merely from a wish

Alas! the nations, who of yore received
T'impart a joy, imperfect while unshared. These tidings, and in Christian temples meet
That rapturous moment ne'er shall I forget, The sacred truth tacknowledge, linger still,
When these particular interests were effaced Preferring bonds and darkness to a state
From every mind! Already had the sun, Of holy freedom, by redeeming love
Sinking with less than ordinary state,

Proffer'd to all, while yet on earth detain'd. Attain'd his western bound; but rays of light- “So fare the many; and the thoughtful few, Now suddenly diverging from the orb

Who in the anguish of their souls bewail Retired behind the mountain tops or veil'd This dire perverseness, cannot choose but ask, By the dense air-shot upwards to the crown Shall it endure? Shall enmity and strife, of the blue firmament-aloft and wide :

Falsehood and guile, be left to sow their seed And multitudes of little floating clouds,

And the kind never perish? Is the hope Ere we, who saw, of change were conscious, pierced Fallacious, or shall righteousness obtain Through their ethereal texture, had become A peaceable dominion, wide as earth,

And ne'er to fail? Shall that blest day arrive For you, in presence of this little band
When they, whose choice or lot it is to dwell Gather'd together on the green hill side,
In crowded cities, without fear shall live

Your pastor is imbolden'd to prefer
Studious of joutual benefit; and he,

Vocal thanksgivings to th’ Eternal King; Whom morning wakes, among sweet dews and Whose love, whose counsel, whose commands have flowers

made Of every clime, to till the lonely field,

Your very poorest rich in peace of thought Be happy in bimself? The law of faith,

And in good works; and him, who is endow'd Working through love, such conquest shall it gain, With scantiest knowledge, master of all truth Such triumph over sin and guilt achieve ?

Which the salvation of his soul requires. Almignty Lord, thy further grace impart !

Conscious of that abundant favour shower'd And with that help the wonder shall be seen On you, the children of my humble care, Fulfili'd, the hope accomplish’d: and thy praise And this dear land, our country while on earth Be sung with transport and unceasing joy. We sojourn, have I lifted up my soul,

“Once,” and with mild demeanour, as he spake, Joy giving voice to fervent gratitude. On us the venerable pastor turn'd

These barren rocks, your stern inheritance ; His beaming eye that had been raised to heaven, These fertile fields, that recompense your pains ; « Once, while the name, Jehovah, was a sound The shadowy vale, the sunny mountain top; Within the circuit of the seagirt isle

Woods waving in the wind their lofty heads, Unheard, the savage nations bow'd the head Or hush'd; the roaring waters, and the still; To gods delighting in reinorseless deeds;

They see the offering of my listed handsGods which themselves had fashion'd, to promote They hear my lips present their sacrificeIll purposes, and flatter foul desires.

They know if I be silent, morn or even : Then, in the bosom of yon mountain cove, For, though in whispers speaking, the full heart To those in ventions of corrupted man

Will find a vent; and thought is praise to Him, Mysterious rites were solemvized: and there, Audible praise, to Thee, Omniscient Mind, Amid impending rocks and gloomy woods,

From whom all gists descend, all blessings flow !" of those terrific idols, some received

This vesper service closed, without delay, Sueh dismal service, that the loudest voice From that exalted station to the plain Of the swoln cataracts (which now are heard Descending, we pursued our homeward course, Soft murmuring) was too weak to overcome, In mute composure, o'er the shadowy lake, Though aided by wild winds, the groans and Beneath a faded sky. No trace remaind shrieks

Of those celestial splendours ; gray the vault, Of human victims, offer'd up t'appease

Pure, cloudless ether; and the star of eve Or to propitiate. And, if living eyes

Was wanting; but inferior lights appear'd Had visionary faculties to see

Faintly, too faint almost for sight; and some The thing that hath been as the thing that is, Above the darken'd hills stood boldly forth Aghast we might behold this crystal mere

In twinkling lustre, ere the boat attain'd Bedimm'd with smoke, in wreaths voluminous, Her mooring place ; where to the sheltering tree Flung from the body of devouring fires,

Our youthful voyagers bound fast her prow, To Taranis erected on the heights

With prompt yet careful hands. This done, we By priestly hands, for sacrifice perform'd

paced Exultingly, in view of open day

The dewy fields; but ere the vicar's door And full assemblage of a barbarous host;

Was reach'd, the solitary check'd his steps; Or to Andates, female power! who gave

Then, intermingling thanks, on each bestow'd (For so they fancied) glorious victory.

A farewell salutation,-and, the like A few rude monuments of mountain stone

Receiving, took the slender path that leads Survive; all else is swept away. How bright To the one cottage in the lonely dell; Th’ appearances of things ! From such, how But turn'd not without welcome promise given, changed

That he would share the pleasures and pursuits Th’ existing worship! and with those compared, Of yet another summer's day, consumed The worshippers how innocent and blest!

In wandering with us through the valleys fair, So wide the difference, a willing mind,

And o'er the mountain wastes. “Another sun," At this affecting hour, might almost think

Said he, “shall shine upon us ere we part, That Paradise, the lost abode of man,

Another sun, and peradventure more ; Was raised again: and to a happy few,

If time, with free consent, is yours to give,In its original beauty, here restored.

And season favours." Whence but from Thee, the true and only God,

To enfeebled power, And from the faith derived through Him who bled From this communion with upinjured minds, Upon the cross, this marvellous advance

What renovation had been brought; and what Of good from evil; as if one extreme

Degree of healing to a wounded spirit,
Were left-the other gain'd ?—0 ye, who come Dejected, and habitually disposed
To kneel devoutly in yon reverend pile,

To seek, in degradation of the kind,
Call’d to such office by the peaceful sound Excuse and solace for her own defects;
of Sabbath bells; and ye, who sleep in earth, How far those erring notions were reform'd ;
All cares forgotten, round its hallow'd walls ! And whether aught, of tendency as good

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And pure, from further intercourse ensued; Leading such companion, I that gilded dome,
This—(if delightful hopes, as heretofore,

Yon minarets, would gladly leave for his worst
Inspire the serious song, and gentle hearts

home." Cherish, and lofty minds approve the past)

“Feeling tunes your voice, fair princess ! My future labours may not leave untold.

And your brow is free from scorn,
Else these words would come like mockery,
Sharper than the pointed thorn.”

Too wide

“Whence the undeserved mistrust? THE ARMENIAN LADY'S LOVE.

apart The subject of the following poem is from the Orlandus of Our faith hath been,-0, would that eyes could see the author's friend, Kenelm Henry Digby; and the

the heart!” liberty is taken of inscribing it to him as an acknowledgement, however unworthy, of pleasure and instruction derived from his numerous and valuable writings,

“ Tempt me not, I pray; my doom is illustrative of the piety and chivalry of the olden time.

These base implements to wield;
You have heard“ a Spanish lady

Rusty lance, I ne'er shall grasp thee,
How she wooed an English man;

Ne'er assoil my cobwebb'd shield!

Never see my native land, nor castle towers,
Hear now of a fair Armenian,

Nor her who thinking of me there counts widow'
Daughter of the proud soldàn;

How she loved a Christian slave, and told her pain
By word, look, deed, with hope that he might love “Prisoner! pardon youthful fancies ;

Wedded ? If you can, say po!

Blessed is and be your consort;
« Pluck that rose, moves my liking,"

Hopes I cherished let them go!
Said she, lifting up her veil ;
“ Pluck it for me, gentle gardener,

Handmaid's privilege would leave my purpose free,
Ere it wither and grow pale.”

Without another link to my felicity."
“ Princess fair, I till the ground, but may not take “ Wedded love with loyal Christians,
From twig or bed an humbler flower, e'en for your Lady, is a mystery rare ;

Body, heart, and soul in union,

Make one being of a pair.”
“ Grieved am I, submissive Christian !
To behold thy captive state;

“ Humble love in me would look for no return,
Women in your land may pity

Soft as a guiding star that cheers, but cannot burn.“ (May they not?) th’ unfortunate.”

“Gracious Allah! by such title Yes, kind lady! otherwise man could not bear

Do I dare to thank the God,
Life, which to every one that breathes is full of Him, who thus exalts thy spirit,

Flower of an unchristian sod!
“Worse than idle is compassion,

Or hast thou put off wings wbich thou in heaven If it end in tears and sighs;

dost wear? Thee from bondage would I rescue

What have I seen, and heard, or dreant? where And from vile indignities;

am I? where?Nurtured, as thy mien bespeaks, in high degree,

Here broke off the dangerous converse; Look up-and help a hand that longs to set thee

Less impassion'd words might tell free.”

How the pair escaped together,
“ Lady, dread the wish, nor venture

Tears not wanting, nor a knell
In such peril to engage ;

Of sorrow in her heart while through her father's
Think how it would stir against you

door, Your most loving father's rage ;

And from her narrow world, she pass'd for everSad deliverance would it be, and yoked with shame, Should troubles overflow on her from whom it

But affections higher, holier,

Urged her steps; she shrunk from trust
“Generous Frank! the just in effort

In a sensual creed that trampled
Are of inward peace secure;

Woman's birthright into dust.
Hardships for the brave encounter'd, Little be the wonder then, the blame be none,
E'en the feeblest may endure:

If she, a timid maid, hath put such boldness on,
If Almighty Grace through me thy chains unbind,

Judge both fugitives with knowledge:
My father for slave's work may seek a slave in

In those old romantic days

Mighty were the soul's commandments “ Princess, at this burst of goodness,

To support, restrain, or raise. My long frozen heart grows warm !" Foes might hang upon their path, snakes rustle “ Yet you make all courage fruitless,

near, Me to save from chance of harm;

But nothing from their inward selves had they to

fear. * See, in Percy's Reliques, that fine old ballad, “ The Spanish Lady's Love;" from which poem the form of Thought infirm ne'er came between them, stanza, as suitable to dialogue, is adopted.

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Mute memento of that union
In a Saxon church survives,
Where a cross-legg'a knight lies sculptured

As between two wedded wives-
Figures with armorial signs of race and birth,
And the vain rank the pilgrims bore while yet on



With accordant steps, or gathering

Forest fruit with social hands; Or whispering like two reeds that in the cold moon

beam Bend with the breeze their heads, beside a crystal

On a friendly deck reposing,
They at length for Venice steer;
There, when they had closed their voyage,

One, who daily on the pier
Watch'd for tidings from the east, beheld his lord,
Fell down and clasp'd his knees for joy, not utter-

ing word.
Mutual was the sudden transport;
Breathless questions follow'd fast,
Years contracting to a moment,

Each word greedier than the last; * Hie thee to the countess, friend! return with

speed, And of this stranger speak by whom her lord was

“Say that I, who might have languish'd,
Droop'd, and pined till life was spent,
Now before the gates of Stolberg

My deliverer would present
Por a crowning recompense, the precious grace
Of her who in my heart still holds her ancient place.

« Make it known that my companion
Is of royal Eastern blood,
Thirsting after all perfection,

Innocent, and meek, and good,
Though with misbelievers bred; but that dark night
Will Holy Church disperse by beams of gospel

Swiftly went that gray-hair'd servant,
Soon return'd a trusty page
Charged with greetings, benedictions,

Thanks and praises, each a gage
For a sunny thought to cheer the stranger's way,
Her virtuous scruples to remove, her fears allay.

Fancy (while, to banners floating
High on Stolberg's castle walls,
Deafening noise of welcome mounted,

Trumpets, drums, and atabols)
The devout embraces still, while such tears fell
As made a meeting seem most like a dear farewell.

Through a haze of human nature,
Glorified by heavenly light,
Look'd the beautiful deliverer

On that overpowering sight,
While across her virgin cheek pure blushes stray'd,
For every ter der sacrifice her heart had made.

On the ground the weeping countess
Knelt, and kiss'd the stranger's hand;
Act of soul-devoted homage,

Pledge of an eternal band :
Nor did aught of future days that kiss belie,
Which, with a generous shout, the crowd did ratify.

Constant to the fair Armenian,
Gentle pleasures round her moved,
Like a tutelary spirit
Reverenced, like a sister loved.

List, ye who pass by Lyulph's tower*

At eve; how softly then
Doth Aira force, that torrent hoarse,

Speak from the woody glen!
Fit music for a solemn vale!

And holier seems the ground
To him who catches on the gale
The spirit of a mournful tale,

Embodied in the sound.
Not far from that fair site whereon

The pleasure house is reard,
As story says, in antique days,

A stern-brow'd house appear'd;
Foil to a jewel rich in light,

There set, and guarded well;
Cage for a bird of plumage bright,
Sweet-voiced, nor wishing for a flight

Beyond her native dell.
To win this bright bird from her cage,

To make this gem their own,
Came barons bold, witi, store of gold,

And knights of high renown;
But one she prized, and only one;

Sir Eglamore was he ;
Full happy season, when was known,
Ye dales and hills ! to you alone

Their mutual loyalty-
Known chiefly, Aira! to thy glen,

Thy brook, and bowers of holly;
Where passion caught what nature taught,

That all but love is folly ;
Where fact with fancy stoop'd to play,

Doubt came not, nor regret;
To trouble hours that wing'd their way,
As if through an immortal day

Whose sun could never set.
But in old times love dwelt not long

Sequester'd with repose ;
Best throve the fire of chaste desire,

Fann'd by the breath of foes.
“A conquering lance is beauty's test,

And proves the lover true;":
So spake Sir Eglamore, and press'd
The drooping Emma to his breast,

And look'd a blind adieu.

* A pleasure house built by the late Duke of Norfolk upon the banks of Ullswater. Force is the word used in the Lake District for waterfall.

They parted. Well with him it fared

Through wide-spread regions errant; A knight of proof in love's behoof,

The thirst of fame his warrant: And she her happiness can build

On woman's quiet hours;
Though faint, compared with spear and shield,
The solace beads and masses yield,

And needle-work and flowers.
Yet blest was Emma when she heard

Her champion's praise recounted;
Though brain would swim, and eyes grows dim,

And high her blushes mounted;
Or when a bold heroic lay

She warbled from full heart;
Delightful blossoms for the May
Of absence ! but they will not stay,

Born only to depart.
Hope wanes with her, while lustre fills

Whatever path he chooses ;
As if his orb, that owns no curb,

Received the light hers loses.
He comes not back; an ampler space

Requires for nobler deeds ;
He ranges on from place to place,
Till of his doings is no trace

But what her fancy breeds.
His fame may spread, but in the past

Her spirit finds its centre;
Clear sight she has of what he was,

And that would now content her. “ Still is he my devoted knight?"

The tear in answer flows;
Month falls on month with heavier weight;
Day sickens round her, and the night

Is empty of repose.
In sleep she sometimes walk'd abroad,

Deep sighs with quick words blending,
Like that pale queen whose hands are seen

With fancied spots contending;
But she is innocent of blood,

The moon is not more pure
That shines aloft, while through the wood
She thrids her way, the sounding flood

Her melancholy lure !

Hush, hush, the busy sleeper see!

Perplex'd her fingers seem,
As if they from the holly tree
Green twigs would pluck, as rapidly

Flung from her to the stream.
What means the spectre? Why intent

To violate the tree,
Thought Eglamore, by which I swore

Unfading constancy?
Here am I, and to-morrow's sun,

To her I left, shall prove
That bliss is ne'er so surely won
As when a circuit has been run

Of valour, truth, and love.
So from the spot whereon he stood,

He moved with stealthy pace ;
And, drawing nigh, with his living eye,

He recognised the face ;
And whispers caught, and speeches small,

Some to the green-leaved tree,
Some mutter'd to the torrent-fall,-
“Roar on, and bring him with thy call;

I heard, and so may he !"
Soul-shatter'd was the knight, nor knew

If Emma's ghost it were,
Or boding shade, or if the maid

Her very self stood there.
He touch'd, what follow'd who shall tell?

The soft touch snapp'd the thread
Of slumber-shricking, back she fell,
And the stream whirl'd her down the dell

Along its foaming bed.
In plunged the knight! when on firm ground

The rescued maiden lay,
Her eyes grew bright with blissful light,

Confusion pass'd away ;
She heard, ere to the throne of grace

Her faithful spirit flew,
His voice; beheld his speaking face,
And, dying, from his own embrace,

She felt that he was true.
So was he reconciled to life ;

Brief words may speak the rest; Within the dell he built a cell,

And there was sorrow's guest; In hermit's weeds repose he found.

From vain temptations free;
Beside the torrent dwelling--bound
By one deep heart-controlling sound,

And awed to piety.
Wild stream of Aira, hold thy course,

Nor fear memorial lays,
Where clouds that spread in solemn shade

Are edged with golden rays!
Dear art thou to the light of heaven,

Though minister of sorrow;
Sweet is thy voice at pepsive even;
And thou, in lover's hearts forgiven,

Shall take thy place with Yarrow!

While 'mid the fern-brake sleeps the doe,

And owls alone are waking,
In white array'd, glides on the maid,

The downward pathway taking,
That leads her to the torrent's side

And to a holly bower;
By whom on this still night descried ?
By whom in that lone place espied ?

By thee, Sir Eglamore !
A wandering ghost, so thinks the knight,

His coming step has thwarted, Beneath the boughs that heard their vows,

Within whose shade they parted.

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