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Where, save the rugged road, we find
By something cognizably shaped;
(But where no fire was ever lit,
Ye ploughshares sparkling on the slopes!
Ye trees, that may to-morrow fall
To feed the insatiate prodigal!
Lawns, houses, chattels, groves, and fields, All that the fertile valley shields;
Wages of folly, baits of crime,
Of life's uneasy game the stake,
O care! O guilt! O vales and plains,
A genius dwells, that can subdue
Most potent when mists veil the sky,
Mists that distort and magnify;
While the coarse rushes, to the sweeping breeze, Sigh forth their ancient melodies!
List to those shriller notes ! that march
When through this height's inverted arch
This block, and yon, whose church-like frame
Be thankful, even though tired and faint,
My soul was grateful for delight
The scene that opens now?
The greenness tells man must be there;
Is of the clime in which we live;
Where Toil pursues his daily round;
Who comes not hither ne'er shall know
Whate'er the weak may dread, the wicked dare, Thy lot, O man, is good, thy portion fair!"
STOOD upon the stone where Ela lay, The widowed founder of these ancient walls, Where fancy still on meek devotion calls, Marking the ivied arch and turret gray, For her soul's rest eternal rest to pray; Where visionary nuns yet seem to tread, A pale dim troop, the cloisters of the dead, Though twice three hundred years have flown away! But when with silent step and pensive mien, In weeds, as mourning for her sisters gone, The mistress of this lone monastic scene Came, and I heard her voice's tender tone, I said, Though centuries have rolled between, One gentle, beauteous nun is left, on earth alone. William Lisle Bowles.
MELANCHOLY bird, a winter's day,
Thou standest by the margin of the pool; And, taught by God, dost thy whole being school To patience, which all evil can allay:
TO A BIRD THAT HAUNTED THE WATERS OF LAKEN IN THE WINTER.
God has appointed thee the fish thy prey;
And his unthinking course by thee to weigh.
THE RINGERS OF LANCELL'S TOWER.
HEY meet once more! that ancient band,
One peal to-day they fain would ring,
They meet once more! but where are now
Yet proudly gaze on that lone tower,