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And armed with living spear for mortal fight;
A cunning forager That spreads no waste; a social builder; one In whom all busy offices unite With all fine functions that afford delightSafe through the winter storm in quiet dwells !
Though all that feeds on nether air,
And is She brought within the power
- Tears had not broken from their source;
0, nursed at happy distance from the cares
Of a too-anxious world, mild pastoral Muse! |
That, to the sparkling crown Urania wears, | And to her sister Clio's laurel wreath,
Prefer'st a garland culled from purple heath,
• Not to the earth confined, Ascend to heaven.'
WHERE will they stop, those breathing Powers,
Roused by this kindliest of May-showers, The spirit-quickener of the flowers, That with moist virtue softly cleaves The buds, and freshens the young leaves, The birds pour forth their souls in notes Of rapture from a thousand throatsHere checked by too impetuous haste, While there the music runs to waste, With bounty more and more enlarged, Till the whole air is overcharged ; Give ear, 0 Man! to their appeal And thirst for no inferior zeal, Thou, who canst think, as well as feel.
Where birds and brooks from leafy dells
Mount from the earth ; aspire ! aspire ! So pleads the town's cathedral quire, In strains that from their solemn height Sink, to attain a loftier flight ; While incense from the altar breathes Rich fragrance in embodied wreaths ; Or, flung from swinging censer, shrouds The taper-lights, and curls in clouds Around angelic Forms, the still Creation of the painter's skill, That on the service wait concealed One moment, and the next revealed. --Cast off your bonds, awake, arise, And for no transient ecstasies ! What else can mean the visual plea Of still or moving imageryThe iterated summons loud, Not wasted on the attendant crowd, Nor wholly lost upon the throng Hurrying the busy streets along?
Wouldst thou be taught, when sleep has taken
flight, By a sure voice that can most sweetly tell, How far-off yet a glimpse of morning light, And if to lure the truant back be well, Forbear to covet a Repeater's stroke, That, answering to thy touch, will sound the hour; Better provide thee with a Cuckoo-clock For service hung behind thy chamber-door ; And in due time the soft spontaneous shock, The double note, as if with living power, Will to composure lead-or make thee blithe as
bird in bower.
Alas! the sanctities combined By art to unsensualise the mind, Decay and languish ; or, as creeds And humours change, are spurned like weeds : The priests are from their altars thrust ; Temples are levelled with the dust; And solemn rites and awful forms Founder amid fanatic storms. Yet evermore, through years renewed In undisturbed vicissitude Of seasons balancing their flight On the swift wings of day and night, Kind Nature keeps a heavenly door Wide open for the scattered Poor. Where flower-breathed incense to the skies Is wafted in mute harmonies ; And ground fresh-cloven by the plough Is fragrant with a humbler vow;
List, Cuckoo-Cuckoo !—oft tho' tempests howl,
And know that, even for him who shuns the day
Know-that, for him whose waking thoughts, severe Poising your splendours high above the heads As his distress is sharp, would scorn my theme, Of worshippers kneeling to their up-risen God? The mimic notes, striking upon his ear
Whence, whence, ye Clouds ! this eagerness of In sleep, and intermingling with his dream,
speed ? Could from sad regions send him to a dear Speak, silent creatures. They are gone, are fled, Delightful land of verdure, shower and gleam, Buried together in yon gloomy mass To mock the wandering Voice beside some haunted | That loads the middle heaven ; and clear and bright stream.
And vacant doth the region which they thronged
Appear; a calm descent of sky conducting O bounty without measure ! while the grace Down to the unapproachable abyss, Of Heaven doth in such wise, from humblest Down to that hidden gulf from which they rose springs,
To vanish-fleet as days and months and years, Pour pleasure forth, and solaces that trace Fleet as the generations of mankind, A mazy course along familiar things,
Power, glory, empire, as the world itself,
Luminous or gloomy, welcome to the vale
A type of her capacious self and all
Her restless progeny.
A humble walk Ascending from behind the motionless brow Here is my body doomed to tread, this path, Of that tall rock, as from a hidden world,
A little hoary line and faintly traced, whither with such eagerness of speed ?
Work, shall we call it, of the shepherd's foot What seek ye, or what shun ye? of the gale Or of his flock !--joint vestige of them both. Companions, fear ye to be left behind,
I pace it unrepining, for my thoughts Dr racing o'er your blue ethereal field
Admit no bondage and my words have wings. 'ontend ye with each other of the sea
Where is the Orphean lyre, or Druid harp, hildren, thus post ye over vale and height To accompany the verse! The mountain blast 'o sink upon your mother's lap—and rest ? Shall be our hand of music; he shall sweep 'r were ye rightlier hailed, when first mine eyes The rocks, and quivering trees, and billowy lake, Feheld in your impetuous march the likeness And search the fibres of the caves, and they fa wide army pressing on to meet
Shall answer, for our song is of the Clouds r overtake some unknown enemy?
And the wind loves them; and the gentle galesut your smooth motions suit a peaceful aim ;
Which by their aid re-clothe the naked lawn ad Fancy, not less aptly pleased, compares With annual verdure, and revive the woods, our squadrons to an endless flight of birds And moisten the parched lips of thirsty flowers rial, upon due migration bound
Love them; and every idle breeze of air milder climes; or rather do ye urge
Bends to the favourite burthen. Moon and stars caravan your hasty pilgrimage
Keep their most solemn vigils when the Clouds pause at last on more aspiring heights Watch also, shifting peaceably their place an these, and utter your devotion there Like bands of ministering Spirits, or when they lie, th thunderous voice? Or are ye jubilant, As if some Protean art the change had wrought, I would ye, tracking your proud lord the Sun, In listless quiet o'er the ethereal deep present at his setting; or the pomp
Scattered, a Cyclades of various shapes Persian mornings would ye fill, and stand And all degrees of beauty. Oye Lightnings !
Ye are their perilous offspring; and the Sun-
A sense of seemingly presumptuous wrong Gave the first impulse to the Poet's song; But, of his scorn repenting soon, he drew A juster judgment from a calmer view; And, with a spirit freed from discontent, Thankfully took an effort that was meant Not with God's bounty, Nature's love, to vie, Or made with hope to please that inward eye Which ever strives in vain itself to satisfy, But to recal the truth by some faint trace Of power ethereal and celestial grace, That in the living Creature find on earth a place.
The Mother-her thou must have seen,
In spirit, ere she came
Or found on earth a name;
Thy inspirations give
Predestined here to live.
As no unworthy Partner in their flight
Downcast, or shooting glances far,
How beautiful his eyes,
With that of summer skies !
Uncounted months are gone, Yet am I with the Jewish Child,
That exquisite Saint John.
I see the dark brown curls, the brow,
The smooth transparent skin, Refined, as with intent to show
The holiness within ;
The grace of parting Infancy
By blushes yet untamed;
Nor of her arms ashamed.
Two lovely Sisters, still and sweet
As flowers, stand side by side ;
The Christian of his pride :
Upon them not forlorn,
Nor yet redeemed from scorn.
Strict passage, through which sighs are brought,
Mysterious safeguard, that, in spite
Of poverty and wrong,
From Hebrew fountains sprung ;
Around the dell a gleam Of Palestine, of glory past,
And proud Jerusalem !
The headlong streams and fountains
ON THE POWER OF SOUND.
ARGUMENT. | The Ear addressed, as occupied by a spiritual functionary,
Ye Voices, and ye Shadows in communion with sounds, individual, or combined in And Images of voice—to hound and horn studied harmony.-Sources and effects of those sounds
From rocky steep and rock-bestudded meadows to the close of 6th Stanza). — The power of music,
Flung back, and, in the sky's blue caves, rebornwhence proceeding, exemplified in the idiot.-Origin of music, and its effect in early ages—how produced (to the
On with your pastime! till the church-tower bells middle of 10th Stanza).-The mind recalled to sounds A greeting give of measured glee; acting casually and severally.-Wish uttered (11th And milder echoes from their cells Stanzs) that these could be united into a scheme or
Repeat the bridal symphony. system for moral interests and intellectual contemplatio.-(Stanza 12th). The Pythagorean theory of Then, or far earlier, let us rove numbers and music, with their supposed power over the
Where mists are breaking up or gone, motions of the universeimaginations consonant with And from aloft look down into a cove zuch a theory.-Wish expressed (in 11th Stanza) realised,
Besprinkled with a careless quire, in some degree, by the representation of all sounds under the form of thanksgiving to the Creator.—(Last Stanza)
Happy milk-maids, one by one the destruction of earth and the planetary system-the Scattering a ditty each to her desire, survival of audible harmony, and its support in the A liquid concert matchless by nice Art, Divine Nature, as revealed in Holy Writ.
A stream as if from one full heart.
Tay functions are ethereal,
Blest be the song that brightens