III. How fondly will the woods embrace To interrupt the deep repose! IV. Well may the villagers rejoice! That would unite in prayer and praise ; Shall tottering Age, bent earthward, hear And all shall welcome the new ray Imparted to their Sabbath-day. V. Nor deem the Poet's hope misplaced, Of time's pathetic sanctity; Can hear the monitory clock Sound o'er the lake with gentle shock 40 330 At evening, when the ground beneath VI. Lives there a man whose sole delights VII. A soul so pitiably forlorn, If such do on this earth abide, compared May turn indifference to pride; VIII. Alas! that such perverted zeal Should spread on Britain's favored ground! 50 60 70 That public order, private weal, Should e'er have felt or feared a wound God, whom their passions dare defy, And boast that they alone are free Who reach this dire extremity! IX. But turn we from these "bold, bad" men; Is all too rough for Thee to tread. Down Rydal-cove from Fairfield's side, Who means to charity no wrong; Whose offering gladly would accord With this day's work, in thought and word. X. Heaven prosper it! may peace, and love, To kneel together, and adore their God! 80 90 100 O DEARER far than light and life are dear, Trembling, through my unworthiness, with fear Misgivings, hard to vanquish or control, Mix with the day, and cross the hour of rest; With "sober certainties" of love is blest. That sigh of thine, not meant for human ear, Peace settles where the intellect is meek, And Love is dutiful in thought and deed; Through Thee communion with that Love I seek: ΤΟ The faith Heaven strengthens where he moulds the Creed. WRITTEN IN A BLANK LEAF OF MACPHERSON'S OSSIAN. 1824. — 1827. OFT have I caught, upon a fitful breeze, With ear not coveting the whole, A part so charmed the pensive soul: Nor felt a wish that heaven would show The image of its perfect bow. What need, then, of these finished Strains? Away with counterfeit Remains! An abbey in its lone recess, A temple of the wilderness, Wrecks though they be, announce with feeling Spirit of Ossian ! if imbound In language thou mayst yet be found, If aught (intrusted to the pen Or floating on the tongues of men, In concert with memorial claim Of old gray stone, and high-born name ΙΟ 20 |