Such is the lot of all the young, Lo! Streams that April could not check By thee, thee only, could be sent How delicate the leafy veil Through which yon house of God No sooner stand attired In thy fresh wreaths, than they for praise Season of fancy and of hope, Permit not for one hour A blossom from thy crown to drop, Nor add to it a flower! Keep, lovely May, as if by touch Of self-restraining art, This modest charm of not too much, 80 90 WHERE towers are crushed, and unforbidden weeds A votive Column, spared by fire and flood: Or aught in Syrian deserts left to save -So, pleased with purple clusters to entwine Borne by the Muse from rills in shepherds' ears, Of him who thus survives by classic art, ΙΟ 20 His actions witness, venerate his mien, And study Trajan as by Pliny seen; Behold how fought the Chief whose conquering sword 30 Memorial Pillar! 'mid the wrecks of Time Preserve thy charge with confidence sublime, The exultations, pomps, and cares of Rome, Whence half the breathing world received its doom; Things that recoil from language; that, if shown By apter pencil, from the light had flown. A Pontiff, Trajan here the Gods implores, There greets an Embassy from Indian shores; Lo! he harangues his cohorts - there the storm Of battle meets him in authentic form! Unharnessed, naked, troops of Moorish horse Sweep to the charge; more high, the Dacian force To hoof and finger mailed: yet, high or low, None bleed, and none lie prostrate but the foe. In every Roman, through all turns of fate, Is Roman dignity inviolate; Spirit in him pre-eminent, who guides, From honored Instruments that round him wait; Of outward symbol, nor will deign to rest 40 50 On aught by which another is deprest. Alas! that One thus disciplined could toil That, when his age was measured with his aim, Where now the haughty Empire that was spread 60 70 THE WISHING-GATE. 1828. - 1829. In the vale of Grasmere, by the side of the old highway leading to Ambleside, is a gate, which, time out of mind, has been called the Wishing-gate, from a belief that wishes formed or indulged there have a favorable issue. HOPE rules a land forever green : All powers that serve the bright-eyed Queen Are confident and gay ; Clouds at her bidding disappear; Points she to aught?—the bliss draws near, And Fancy smooths the way. Not such the land of Wishes - there And thoughts with things at strife; Yet how forlorn, should ye depart, Ye superstitions of the heart, When magic lore abjured its might, Inquire not if the faery race Ere northward they retired; If here a warrior left a spell, Panting for glory as he fell ; Or here a saint expired. Enough that all around is fair, Peace to embosom and content - The selfish to reprove. Yea! even the Stranger from afar, Unknowing and unknown, |