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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 Spiril! 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 pinnace 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, IVe 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,

0! 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 inutual benefit; and he,

Vocal thanksgivings to th’ Eternal King; Whoin 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. Almighty 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, Fulgild, 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 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 inventions of corrupted man

Will find a vent; and thought is praise to Him, Mysterious rites were solemnized: 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, 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 bath 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 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,
Were left-the other gain's ?-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


And pure, from further intercourse ensued;
This—(if delightful hopes, as heretofore,
Inspire the serious song, and gentle hearts
Cherish, and lofty minds approve the past)-
My future labours may not leave untold.

The subject of the following poem is from the Orlandus of
the author's friend, Kenelm Henry Digby; and the
liberty is taken of inscribing it to him as an acknow-
ledgement, however unworthy, of pleasure and instruc-
tion derived from his numerous and valuable writings,
illustrative of the piety and chivalry of the olden time.

You have heard “a Spanish lady
How she wooed an English man ;"*
Hear now of a fair Armenian,

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

“ Pluck that rose, it moves my liking,"
Said she, lifting up her veil ;
“ Pluck it for me, gentle gardener,

Ere it wither and grow pale.”
“ Princess fair, I till the ground, but may not take
From twig or bed an humbler flower, e'en for your

“ Grieved am I, submissive Christian !
To behold thy captive state;
Women in your land may pity

(May. they not?) th' unfortunate.”
“ Yes, kind lady! otherwise man could not bear
Life, which to every one that breathes is full of

“ Worse than idle is compassion,
If it end in tears and sighs;
Thee from bondage would I rescue

And from vile indignities;
Nurtured, as thy mien bespeaks, in high degree,
Look up-and help a hand that longs to set thee

“ Lady, dread the wish, nor venture
In such peril to engage ;
Think how it would stir against you

Your most loving father's rage;
Sad deliverance would it be, and yoked with shame,
Should troubles overflow on her from whom it

“Generous Frank! the just in effort
Are of inward peace secure;
Hardships for the brave encounter'd,

E’en the feeblest may endure:
If Almighty Grace through me thy chains unbind,
My father for slave's work may seek a slave in

Leading such companion, I that gilded dome,
Yon minarets, would gladly leave for his worst

“ Feeling tunes your voice, fair princess!
And your brow is free from scorn,
Else these words would come like mockery,

Sharper than the pointed thorn.” “Whence the undeserved mistrust? Too wide

Our faith bath been,-0, would that eyes could see

the heart!”
“ Tempt me not, I pray; my doom is
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

“Prisoner! pardon youthful fancies ;
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,
Without another link to my felicity."

“ Wedded love with loyal Christians,
Lady, is a mystery rare;
Body, heart, and soul in union,

Make one being of a pair.”
“ Humble love in me would look for no return,
Soft as a guiding star that cheers, but cannot burn."

“Gracious Allah! by such title
Do I dare to thank the God,
Him, who thus exalts thy spirit,

Flower of an unchristian sod!
Or hast thou put off wings which thou in heaven

dost wear?
What have I seen, and heard, or dreamt? where

am I? where?"
Here broke off the dangerous converse:
Less impassion'd words might tell
How the pair escaped together,

Tears not wanting, nor a knell
Of sorrow in her heart while through her father's

And from her narrow world, she pass'd for ever-

But affections higher, holier,
Urged her steps; she shrunk from trust
In a sensual creed that trampled

Woman's birthright into dust.
Little be the wonder then, the blame be none,
If she, a timid maid, hath put such boldness on,

Judge both fugitives with knowledge:
In those old romantic days
Mighty were the soul's commandments

To support, restrain, or raise.
Foes might hang upon their path, snakes rustle

But nothing from their inward selves had they to


“ Princess, at this burst of goodness,
My long frozen heart grows warm!”
" Yet you make all courage fruitless,
Me to save from chance of harm;


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

Thought infirm ne'er came between them,
Whether printing desert sands

With accordant steps, or gathering

Christian meekness smooth'd for all the path of life, Forest fruit with social hands;

Who loving most, should wiseliest love, their only Or whispering like two reeds that in the cold moon

strife. beam Bend with the breeze their heads, beside a crystal

Mute memento of that union

In a Saxon church survives, stream.

Where a cross-legg'd knight lies sculptured
On a friendly deck reposing,

As between two wedded wives-
They at length for Venice steer;

Figures with armorial signs of race and birth,
There, when they had closed their voyage, | And the vain rank the pilgrims bore while yet on
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.
Mutua) was the sudden transport;

Breathless questions follow'd fast,

List, ye who pass by Lyulph's tower*
Years contracting to a moment,

At eve; how softly then
Each word greedier than the last;

Doth Aira force, that torrent hoarse, • Hie thee to the countess, friend! return with

Speak from the woody glen!

Fit music for a solemn vale !
And of this stranger speak by whom her lord was

And holier seems the ground freed.

To him who catches on the gale
“ Say that I, who might have languish'd, The spirit of a mournful tale,
Droop'd, and pined till life was spent,

Embodied in the sound.
Now before the gates of Stolberg
My deliverer would present

Not far from that fair site whereon
Por a crowning recompense, the precious grace

The pleasure house is rear'd, Of her who in my heart still holds her ancient place.

As story says, in antique days,

A stern-brow'd house appear'd;
“ Make it known that my companion

Foil to a jewel rich in light,
Is of royal Eastern blood,

There set, and guarded well;
Thirsting after all perfection,

Cage for a bird of plumage bright,
Innocent, and meek, and good,

Sweet-voiced, nor wishing for a flight
Though with misbelievers bred; but that dark night

Beyond her native dell. Will Holy Church disperse by beams of gospel light.”

To win this bright bird from her cage,

To make this gem their own,
Swiftly went that gray-hair'd servant,

Came barons bold, with, store of gold,
Soon return’d a trusty page

And knights of high renown;
Charged with greetings, benedictions,

But one she prized, and only one;
Thanks and praises, each a gage

Sir Eglamore was he;
For a sunny thought to cheer the stranger's way,

Full happy season, when was known,
Her virtuous scruples to remove, her fears allay.

Ye dales and hills ! to you alone
Fancy (while, to banners floating

Their mutual loyalty-
High on Stolberg's castle walls,

Known chiefly, Aira! to thy glen,
Deafening noise of welcome mounted,

Thy brook, and bowers of holly;
Trumpets, drums, and atabols)

Where passion caught what nature taught, The devout embraces still, while such tears fell

That all but love is folly ; As made a meeting seem most like a dear farewell.

Where fact with fancy stoop'd to play,
Through a haze of human nature,

Doubt came not, nor regret;
Glorified by heavenly light,

To trouble hours that wing'd their way,
Look'd the beautiful deliverer

As if through an immortal day
On that overpowering sight,

Whose sun could never set.
While across her virgin cheek pure blushes stray'd,

But in old times love dwelt not long
For every ter der sacrifice her heart had made.

Sequester'd with repose;
On the ground the weeping countess

Best throve the fire of chaste desire,
Knelt, and kiss'd the stranger's hand;

Fann'd by the breath of foes.
Act of soul-devoted homage,

“A conquering lance is beauty's test,
Pledge of an eternal band:

And proves the lover true;" Nor did aught of future days that kiss belie,

So spake Sir Eglamore, and press'd
Which, with a generous shout, the crowd did ratify. The drooping Emma to his breast,

And look'd a blind adieu.
Constant to the sair Armenian,
Gentle pleasures round her moved,

A pleasure house built by the late Duke of Norfolk Like a tutelary spirit

upon the banks of Ullswater. Force is the word used in Reverenced, like a sister loved.

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 pobler 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 food

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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