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The lovely girl supplied, a simple song,
Vivid as fire-clouds separately poised,
Scatter'd through half the circle of the sky;
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
Such as they are who in thy presence stand
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.
In mercy grant it to thy wretched sons.
And cruel wars expire. The way is mark'd,
Alas! the nations, who of yore received
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
Your pastor is imbolden'd to prefer
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 himself? 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, Fulfill'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 listed 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 remorseless deeds ;
They see the offering of my listed handsGuds which themselves had fashion'd, to promote They hear my lips present their sacrificem Ill 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 inventions 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 gifts descend, all blessings flow!" of those terrific idols, some received
This vesper service closed, without delay, Such 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 remain’d 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 uninjured 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,
To seek, in degradation of the kind,
Excuse and solace for her own defects;
And pure, from further intercourse ensued; Leading such companion, I that gilded dome,
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,
Sharper than the pointed thorn.”
“ Whence the undeserved mistrust? Too wide
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 liberty is taken of inscribing it to him as an acknow
the heart!” ledgement, 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 ;
Rusty lance, I ne'er shall grasp thee,
Ne'er assoil my cobwebb'd shield!
Never see my native land, nor castle towers,
Nor her who thinking of me there counts widow'd
hours.” How she loved a Christian slave, and told her pain By word, look, deed, with hope that he might love “Prisoner! pardon youthful fancies ; again.
Wedded? If you can, say no !
Blessed is and be your consort;
Hopes I cherished let them go!
Handmaid's privilege would leave my purpose fres, « Pluck it for me, gentle gardener,
Without another link to my felicity." Ere it wither and grow pale.” “ 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 ; sake.”
Body, heart, and soul in union, “ Grieved am I, submissive Christian!
Make one being of a pair.”
“ Humble love in me would look for no return, To behold thy captive state ; 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,
Flower of an unchristian sod!
Or hast thou put off wings which 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 dreamt? 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,
Tears not wanting, nor a knell
Of sorrow in her heart while through her father's
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
Woman's birthright into dust.
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 mind.”
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.
Whether printing desert sands
Christian meekness smooth'd for all the path of life, Who loving most, should wiseliest love, their only
Mute memento of that union
As between two wedded wives-
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
One, who daily on the pier
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
My deliverer would present
« Make it known that my companion
Innocent, and meek, and good,
Thanks and praises, each a gage
Fancy (while, to banners floating
Trumpets, drums, and atabols)
Through a haze of human nature,
On that overpowering sight,
On the ground the weeping countess
Pledge of an eternal band :
Constant to the fair Armenian,
List, ye who pass by Lyulph's tower*
At eve; how softly then
Speak from the woody glen!
And holier seems the ground
Embodied in the sound.
The pleasure house is reard,
A stern-brow'd house appear'd;
There set, and guarded well;
Beyond her native dell.
To make this gem their own,
And knights of high renown;
Sir Eglamore was he ;
Their mutual loyalty-
Thy brook, and bowers of holly;
That all but love is folly ;
Doubt came not, nor regret;
Whose sun could never set.
Sequester'd with repose ;
Fann'd by the breath of foes.
And proves the lover true;":
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
Hush, hush, the busy sleeper see! Through wide-spread regions errant;
Perplex'd her fingers seem, A knight of proof in love's behoof,
As if they from the holly tree The thirst of fame his warrant:
Green twigs would pluck, as rapidly And she her happiness can build
Flung from her to the stream. On woman's quiet hours;
What means the spectre? Why intent Though faint, compared with spear and shield,
To violate the tree, The solace beads and masses yield,
Thought Eglamore, by which I swore And needle-work and flowers.
Unfading constancy? Yet blest was Emma when she heard
Here am I, and to-morrow's sun, Her champion's praise recounted;
To her I left, shall prove Though brain would swim, and eyes grows dim,
That bliss is ne'er so surely won And high her blushes mounted;
As when a circuit has been run Or when a bold heroic lay
Of valour, truth, and love. She warbled from full heart;
So from the spot whereon he stood, Delightful blossoms for the May
He moved with stealthy pace; Of absence! but they will not stay,
And, drawing nigh, with his living eye, Born only to depart.
He recognised the face ; Hope wanes with her, while lustre fills
And whispers caught, and speeches small, Whatever path he chooses ;
Some to the green-leaved tree, As if his orb, that owns no curb,
Some mutter'd to the torrent-fall, Received the light hers loses.
“Roar on, and bring him with thy call; He comes not back; an ampler space
I heard, and so may he !" Requires for pobler deeds;
Soul-shatter'd was the knight, nor knew He ranges on from place to place,
If Emma's ghost it were, Till of his doings is no trace
Or boding shade, or if the maid But what her fancy breeds.
Her very self stood there.
He touch'd, what follow'd who shall tell? His fame may spread, but in the past Her spirit finds its centre;
The soft touch snapp'd the thread Clear sight she has of what he was,
Of slumber-shricking, back she fell,
And the stream whirl'd her down the dell And that would now content her. “Still is he my devoted knight?”
Along its foaming bed. The tear in answer flows;
In plunged the knight! when on firm ground Month falls on month with heavier weight;
The rescued maiden lay, Day sickens round her, and the night
Her eyes grew bright with blissful light, Is empty of repose.
Confusion pass'd away ;
She heard, ere to the throne of grace In sleep she sometimes walk'd abroad,
Her faithful spirit flew, Deep sighs with quick words blending,
His voice; beheld his speaking face, Like that pale queen whose hands are seen
And, dying, from his own embrace, With fancied spots contending ;
She felt that he was true. But she is innocent of blood,
The moon is not more pure
So was he reconciled to life; That shines aloft, while through the wood
Brief words may speak the rest; She thrids her way, the sounding flood
Within the dell he built a cell, Her melancholy lure !
And there was sorrow's guest;
In hermits weeds repose he found. While 'mid the fern-brake sleeps the doe,
From vain temptations free; And owls alone are waking,
Beside the torrent dwelling--bound In white array'd, glides on the maid,
By one deep heart-controlling sound,
And awed to piety.
Wild stream of Aira, hold thy course,
Nor fear memorial lays, By whom in that lone place espied ?
Where clouds that spread in solemn shade By thee, Sir Eglamore !
Are edged with golden rays!
Dear art thou to the light of heaven, A wandering ghost, so thinks the knight,
Though minister of sorrow; His coming step has thwarted,
Sweet is thy voice at pepsive even ; Beneath the boughs that heard their vows, And thou, in lover's hearts forgiven, Within whose shade they parted.
Shall take thy place with Yarrow!