Like lute Æolian or in trumpet-peals! Eternal Grand and Fair! Thy power can strew As spray, and break as foam, the proudest keels! Beneath the orient, or at eve, what hue Thy crisped surface like a prism steals,— Earth's fairest green, and Heaven's deepest blue! THE CALM. WHAT is this field so smooth? No furrowed trace? Where undistracted stellar concaves shine, THE TEMPEST. THE storm-clouds burst along as demon-vans How yonder headland the rude billows lash! Which midst this yeast and yawn of surges dash! The sea-boy wakes from panic's freezing trance,— THE LIGHT-HOUSE. THOU rayest out a Star! Solemn Watch-Fire! Thou burnest there the beacon of each night, Quenchless in thy recess as Delphic pyre, As Parsee's naphtha-altar ever bright! Us of experience gleaming on our track Where raves a vortex gulphing treasures rife,— LIGHTS OF THE WORLD, Hold forth the word of life! STANZAS WRITTEN ON RETURNING FROM IONA, THE SEAT OF ST. COLUMBA. It is hardly necessary to remark, that the name of this venerable Isle is derived from the Hebrew correlate, , to the Latin Columba, a dove, the name which the saint assumed. The Arkite allusion of the legend is very beautiful. as the Tutelary fled hither from persecution, here preserved the remains of religion; and hence disseminated, by his Missionaries, the benefits of knowledge and faith to the surrounding nations. I. SEE I then Thy wave-beaten shore, lone Isle, Barren thy soil and bleak thy iron shore,— Where nature seldom blooms and sun scarce gleams; Thy ruins mock the elemental war! And, uttermost of isles, thou brav'st the Atlantic's roar ! II. The tide of ages rushes through my heart! Here lived, and greatly bled, the martyr-host! (1) ! (2) Here holy hermits were in heaven engrossed! (3) III. How oft along Thy cliffs was heard the toll And murdered DUNCAN seeks anointed burial here! (5.) IV. And often, too, upon this sterile strand Has nobly stood the armament of Truth! Sure God had touched each heart of all that band! (6.) With dint of courage and with tear of ruth,— To win to love and law the roving clan; And bend o'er all the earth the Covenant Rainbow's span V. Amidst this shattered roof, this crumbled wall, Where still, the last responsive votaress, Echo, dwells! VI. Thine is not Staffa's columned Sanctuary, Which yet, as in fresh-hewn perfection, braves But Mercy's altar here the wretched sought, And long-tossed, shipwrecked, souls, here moored in Quiet's port. (8) VII. Hail to Thine awful Ruins, and farewell! Long since has vibrated thy funeral knell, Prolonged by tremulous crag and mourning main ! Thy desolation prints no guilty stain As when strongholds of rapine are o'erthrown: The tears we weep for thee, we do not feign : Thy memory lives! though centuries have flown, And thousand trophied piles have sunk of brass and stone! VIII. For in the Day of final ire and doom, From many a yawning grave and bursting tomb Shall not a glorious army deck this clay? Shall they not shine as stars of brightest ray? (2) |