For adoration all the ranks Of angels yield eternal thanks, And David in the midst; With God's good poor, which, last and least In man's esteem, thou to thy feast, O blessed bridegroom, bidst. For adoration seasons change, And order, truth, and beauty range, The grass the polyanthus checks; Rich almonds colour to the prime And fruit-trees pledge their gems; * Sweet is the dew that falls betimes, And sweet the wakeful tapers smell That watch for early prayer. Sweet the young nurse with love intense, Sweet when the lost arrive : Sweet the musician's ardour beats, While his vague mind's in quest of sweets, The choicest flowers to hive. 1 The humming bird. Sweeter in all the strains of love Paired to thy swelling chord ; Strong is the horse upon his speed; Strong in pursuit the rapid glede,1 Which makes at once his game: Strong the tall ostrich on the ground; Strong thro' the turbulent profound Shoots xiphias2 to his aim. Strong is the lion-like a coal But stronger still, in earth and air, And in the seat to faith assigned, Beauteous the fleet before the gale; Beauteous the multitudes in mail, Ranked arms and crested heads: Beauteous the garden's umbrage mild, Walk, water, meditated wild, And all the bloomy beds. Beauteous the moon full on the lawn; Beauteous the temple decked and filled, Beauteous, yea beauteous more than these, The shepherd-king upon his knees For his momentous trust; With wish of infinite conceit, For man, beast, mute, the small and great, And prostrate dust to dust. Precious the bounteous widow's mite; The largess from the churl : Precious the penitential tear; And precious are the winning flowers, More precious that diviner part In all things where it was intent, 1 Rev. xxi. 11 (?) Glorious the sun in mid career; Glorious th' assembled fires appear; Glorious the trumpet and alarm; Glorious th' almighty stretched-out arm; Glorious th' enraptured main : Glorious the northern lights astream; Glorious the song, when God's the theme; Glorious the thunder's roar : Glorious hosanna from the den; Glorious the catholic amen; Glorious-more glorious is the crown WILLIAM FALCONER. [BORN 11th of February, 1732; lost with the crew of the Aurora, last heard of on 27th December, 1769, at the Cape of Good Hope. The Shipwreck was published in 1762.] In the Gentleman's Magazine for December, 1755, appeared a versified complaint, On the Uncommon Scarcity of Poetry, by a Sailor. The scarcity still prevailed when seven years later a sailor—the same perhaps who had written the complaint-startled English readers by his discovery of a new epic theme. The Muse, as Falconer imagines her, visits him in no olive-grove, or flowery lawn, but in a glimmering cavern beside the sea; his lyre is tuned to The long surge that foams through yonder cave, There was largeness, and freedom and force in the subject he had chosen; and what is best in his treatment of it was learnt direct from the waves and winds. No one before Falconer had conceived or told in English poetry the long and passionate combat between the sea, roused to fury, and its slight but dexterous rival, with the varying fortunes of the strife. He had himself, like his Arion, been wrecked near Cape Colonna, on the coast of Greece; like Arion, he was one of three who reached the shore and lived. For the material of his brief epic he needed but to revive in his imagination the sights, the sounds, the fears, the hopes, the efforts of five days the most eventful and the most vivid of his life. The Shipwreck is not a descriptive poem ; it is a poem of action; each buffet of the sea, each swift turning of the wheel is a portion of the attack or the defence; and as the catastrophe draws near, as the ship scuds past Falconera, as the hills of Greece |