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Tell Zeal it lacks devotion,
Tell Age it daily wasteth,
Tell Wit how much it wrangles
Herself in over wiseness;
And when they do reply,
Tell Physic of her boldness,
Tell Charity of coldness,
Tell Fortune of her blindness,
Tell Justice of delay;
Tell Arts they have no soundness,
But vary by esteeming;
Tell Schools they want profoundness,
If Arts and Schools reply,
Give Arts and Schools the lie.
Tell Faith 'tis fled the city,
So, when thou hast, as I
Commanded thee, done blabbing;
Deserves no less than stabbing;
No stab the soul can kill.
STANZAS TO A CHURCH BELL.
SONOROUS brass of changeful power,
Now whirl'd amain, now swinging slow; Alike prepared to hail the hour
Of hope or fear, of joy or woe!
When Sabbath-tracks to prayer invite,
Thy notes the festival proclaim.
And when unbodied spirits fly,
Thy knell reveals the parting breath; And when the lifted bier draws nigh, Conducts it to the vault of death.
When rebecks greet the jocund wake,
When gleamy fires the corn-stack climb,
When Jervis lops the flying host,
When Howe or Duncan shouts, "Destroy!' Thy changeful peals from coast to coast Explosive bear a people's joy.
And when to Henry's hallowed ground*
Emblem of man's uncertain tongue,
That owns each varying passion's sway; From hope to fear, from plaint to song, Transferr'd within one little day!
Sonorous brass, let grief or joy,
Let sober truth or wild pretence, Or hope or fear thy tones employ, Alike in thee 'tis innocence.
Henry the Seventh's Chapel.
Not so, when man's uncertain voice
With rage o'erwhelms, with guile betrays,
With curses loads a brother's head;
The power, whose nod is fate, defies,
O, when the dead of every age,
For judgment ranged in order due, In Accusation's open page
Each idle word' recorded view;
What crowds shall wish their tongues, like thee,
REV. T. GISBORNE.
THE BIRTHDAY EVE.
O'ER the Lake's placid bosom, for hush'd was the night,
With its fires all unclouded the firmament glow'd, And saw kindred fires dart an emulous light, : Deep sunk in their fathomless crystal abode.
No screech owl disturb'd the repose of the wood; No watchdog foreboded disquiet and harm; No torrent, in cataracts hurling its flood,
With Fancy's calm dreams blended noise and alarm.
One streamlet remote, from the margin that fell, On the ear stealing soft in low murmur com
Yet the murmur but seem'd the more clearly to tell By a contrast so gentle the stillness that reign'd.
A sound by yon rock, nor uncheck'd nor suppress'd, As from lips half unconscious escaping was heard;
Then, as rapt meditation expanded the breast, Clear, strong, and unbroken the descant recurr'd.
'Yes, Morn, when emergent she crimsons the sea, And Noon, throned on high when she scorches
And Eve, when she fades from each glimmering [her train; And Night, with new worlds when she spangles
All, glorious all! Hark, in turn they declare The fount, whence the tide of resplendency flows! How glorious they in their mansions of air!
How glorious He, who such glory bestows!
'On the wings of the whirlwind He measures the sky,
Now viewless in light, now in darkness array'd; O'er Creation expands his unslumbering eye,
And in wisdom controls what in wisdom he made.