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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 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,
Vouchsafed; this local transitory type
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.
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,
The high behest, and every heart obey;
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,
Alas! the nations, who of yore received
Of holy freedom, by redeeming love
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; 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,
To seek, in degradation of the kind,
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;
THE ARMENIAN LADY'S LOVE.
You have heard “a Spanish lady
Daughter of the proud soldàn;
Ere it wither and grow pale.”
(May. they not?) th' unfortunate.”
And from vile indignities;
Your most loving father's rage;
E’en the feeblest may endure:
Leading such companion, I that gilded dome,
Sharper than the pointed thorn.” “Whence the undeserved mistrust? Too wide
Ne'er assoil my cobwebb'd shield!
Hopes I cherished let them go!
“ Wedded love with loyal Christians,
Make one being of a pair.”
“Gracious Allah! by such title
Flower of an unchristian sod!
am I? where?"
Tears not wanting, nor a knell
Woman's birthright into dust.
Judge both fugitives with knowledge:
To support, restrain, or raise.
“ Princess, at this burst of goodness,
* 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,
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
As between two wedded wives-
Figures with armorial signs of race and birth,
List, ye who pass by Lyulph's tower*
At eve; how softly then
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 holier seems the ground freed.
To him who catches on the gale
Embodied in the sound.
Not far from that fair site whereon
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;
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. Will Holy Church disperse by beams of gospel light.”
To win this bright bird from her cage,
To make this gem their own,
Came barons bold, with, 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, 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,
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;" Nor did aught of future days that kiss belie,
So spake Sir Eglamore, and press'd
And look'd a blind adieu.
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;
She warbled from full heart;
Born only to depart.
Hope wanes with her, while lustre fills
Whatever path he chooses ;
Received the light hers loses.
Requires for pobler deeds ;
But what her fancy breeds.
His fame may spread, but in the past
Her spirit finds its centre;
And that would now content her. “ Still is he my devoted knight?”
The tear in answer flows;
Is empty of repose.
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,
Flung from her to the stream.
To violate the tree,
To her I left, shall prove
Of valour, truth, and love.
He moved with stealthy pace;
He recognised the face ;
Some to the green-leaved tree,
I heard, and so may he !"
If Emma's ghost it were,
Her very self stood there.
The soft touch snapp'd the thread
Along its foaming bed.
The rescued maiden lay,
Confusion pass'd away ;
Her faithful spirit flew,
She felt that he was true.
Brief words may speak the rest;
And there was sorrow's guest;
From vain temptations free;
And awed to piety.
Nor fear memorial lays,
Are edged with golden rays!
Though minister of sorrow;
Shall take thy place with Yarrow!
While 'mid the fern-brake sleeps the doe,
And owls alone are waking,
The downward pathway taking,
And to a holly bower;
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.