THERE's not a nook within this solemn Pass, But were an apt confessional for One
Taught by his summer spent, his autumn gone,
That Life is but a tale of morning grass
Withered at Eve. From scenes of art which chase That thought away, turn, and with watchful eyes Feed it 'mid Nature's old felicities,
Rocks, rivers, and smooth lakes more clear than glass Untouched, unbreathed upon. Thrice happy quest, If from a golden perch of aspen spray (October's workmanship to rival May) The pensive warbler of the ruddy breast That moral sweeten by a heaven-taught lay, Lulling the year, with all its cares, to rest.
THE pibroch's note, discountenanced or mute; The Roman kilt, degraded to a toy
Of quaint apparel for a half-spoilt boy; The target mouldering like ungathered fruit; The smoking steam-boat eager in pursuit, As eagerly pursued; the umbrella spread To weather-fend the Celtic herdsman's head All speak of manners withering to the root, And of old honors, too, and passions high:
Then may we ask, though pleased that thought should range Among the conquests of civility,
Survives imagination to the change
Superior? Help to virtue does she give?
If not, O Mortals, better cease to live!
SEE what gay wild-flowers deck this earth-built Cot, Whose smoke, forth-issuing whence and how it may, Shines in the greeting of the sun's first ray Like wreaths of vapor without stain or blot. The limpid mountain rill avoids it not;
And why shouldst thou? If rightly trained and bred, Humanity is humble, finds no spot
Which her Heaven-guided feet refuse to tread. The walls are cracked, sunk is the flowery roof, Undressed the pathway leading to the door;
But love, as Nature loves, the lonely Poor; Search, for their worth, some gentle heart wrong-proof, Meek, patient, kind, and, were its trials fewer, Belike less happy. - Stand no more aloof!
LX. TO THE RIVER DERWENT.
AMONG the mountains were we nursed, loved Stream ! Thou near the eagle's nest, within brief sail,
I, of his bold wing floating on the gale,
Where thy deep voice could lull me! Of human life when first allowed to gleam
On mortal notice. - Glory of the vale,
Such thy meek outset, with a crown, though frail, Kept in perpetual verdure by the steam
Less vivid wreath entwined
Nemæan victor's brow; less bright was worn, Meed of some Roman chief- in triumph borne With captives chained; and shedding from his car The sunset splendors of a finished war
Upon the proud enslavers of mankind!
LXI. IN SIGHT OF THE TOWN OF COCKERMOUTH.
A POINT of life between my Parents' dust, And yours, my buried Little-ones! am I; And to those graves looking habitually, In kindred quiet I repose my trust. Death to the innocent is more than just, And, to the sinner, mercifully bent; So may I hope, if truly I repent
And meekly bear the ills which bear I must: And You, my Offspring! that do still remain, Yet may outstrip me in the appointed race, If e'er, through fault of mine, in mutual pain We breathed together for a moment's space, The wrong, by love provoked, let love arraign, And only love keep in your hearts a place.
LXII. FROM THE SPIRIT OF COCKERMOUTH CASTLE. 1833. 1835.
"THOU look'st upon me, and dost fondly think, Poet! that, stricken as both are by years, We, differing once so much, are now Compeers, Prepared, when each has stood his time, to sink Into the dust. Erewhile a sterner link United us; when thou, in boyish play, Entering my dungeon, didst become a prey To soul-appalling darkness. Not a blink Of light was there; and thus did I, thy Tutor,
Make thy young thoughts acquainted with the grave; While thou wert chasing the winged butterfly Through my green courts; or climbing, a bold suitor, Up to the flowers whose golden progeny
Still round my shattered brow in beauty wave."
LXIII. - MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS.
DEAR to the Loves, and to the Graces vowed, The Queen drew back the wimple that she wore ; And to the throng that on the Cumbrian shore Her landing hailed, how touchingly she bowed! And like a Star (that, from a heavy cloud Of pine-tree foliage poised in air, forth darts, When a soft summer gale at evening parts The gloom that did its loveliness enshroud) She smiled; but Time, the old Saturnian seer, Sighed on the wing as her foot pressed the strand, With step preclusive to a long array
Of woes and degradations hand in hand- Weeping captivity, and shuddering fear
Stilled by the ensanguined block of Fotheringay!
"THERE!" said a Stripling, pointing with meet pride Towards a low roof with green trees half concealed,
"Is Mosgiel Farm; and that's the very
Where Burns ploughed up the Daisy." Far and wide A plain below stretched seaward, while, descried Above sea-clouds, the Peaks of Arran rose ; And, by that simple notice, the repose Of earth, sky, sea, and air, was vivified. Beneath "the random bield of clod or stone Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour Have passed away; less happy than the One That, by the unwilling ploughshare, died to prove The tender charm of poetry and love.
Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
To pace the ground, if path be there or none, While a fair region round the traveller lies Which he forbears again to look upon; Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene, The work of Fancy, or some happy tone Of meditation, slipping in between The beauty coming and the beauty gone. If Thought and Love desert us, from that day Let us break off all commerce with the Muse: With Thought and Love companions of our way, Whate'er the senses take or may refuse,
The Mind's internal heaven shall shed her dews Of inspiration on the humblest lay.
LXVI. THE PINE OF MONTE MARIO. 1837.1842.
I SAW far off the dark top of a Pine Look like a cloud a slender stem the tie That bound it to its native earth poised high 'Mid evening hues, along the horizon line, Striving in peace each other to outshine. But when I learned the Tree was living there, Saved from the sordid axe by Beaumont's care, Oh, what a gush of tenderness was mine! The rescued Pine-tree, with its sky so bright And cloud-like beauty, rich in thoughts of home, Death-parted friends, and days too swift in flight, Supplanted the whole majesty of Rome
(Then first apparent from the Pincian Height) Crowned with St. Peter's everlasting Dome.
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