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I saw (ambition quickening at the view)
A silver boat launched on a boundless flood;
A pearly crest, like Dian's when it threw 15
Its brightest splendour round a leafy wood;
But not a hint from under-ground, no sign
Fit for the glimmering brow of Proserpine.

Or was it Dian's self that seemed to move
Before me ?—nothing blemished the fair sight;
On her I looked whom jocund Fairies love, 21
Cynthia, who puts the little stars to flight,
And by that thinning magnifies the great,
For exaltation of her sovereign state.

And when I learned to mark the spectral
Shape 25

As each new Moon obeyed the call of Time,
If gloom fell on me, swift was my escape;
Such happy privilege hath life's gay Prime,
To see or not to see, as best may please
A buoyant Spirit, and a heart at ease. 30

Now, dazzling Stranger! when thou meet'st

my glance,
Thy dark Associate ever I discern;
Emblem of thoughts too eager to advance
While I salute my joys, thoughts sad or stern;
Shades of past bliss, or phantoms that, to gain
Their fill of promised lustre, wait in vain. 36

So changes mortal Life with fleeting years;
A mournful change, should Reason fail to

bring The timely insight that can temper fears, And from vicissitude remove its sting; 40

While Faith aspires to seats in that domain Where joys are perfect—neither wax nor wane. XII.




Blest is this Isle—our native Land;

Where battlement and moated gate

Are objects only for the hand

Of hoary Time to decorate;

Where shady hamlet, town that breathes 5

Its busy smoke in social wreaths,

No rampart's stern defence require,

Nought but the heaven-directed spire,

And steeple tower (with pealing bells

Far-heard)—our only citadels. 10

O Lady! from a noble line
Of chieftains sprung, who stoutly bore
The spear, yet gave to works divine
A bounteous help in days of yore,
(As records mouldering in the Dell 15

Of Nightshade1 haply yet may tell;)
Thee kindred aspirations moved
To build, within a vale beloved,
For Him upon whose high behests
All peace depends, all safety rests. 20

How fondly will the woods embrace
This daughter of thy pious care,
Lifting her front with modest grace

1 Bekangs Ghyll—or the dell of Nightshade—in which stands St, Mary's Abbey in Low Furness.

To make a fair recess more fair;

And to exalt the passing hour; 25

Or soothe it with a healing power

Drawn from the Sacrifice fulfilled,

Before this rugged soil was tilled,

Or human habitation rose

To interrupt the deep repose! 30


Well may the villagers rejoice!

Nor heat, nor cold, nor weary ways,

Will be a hindrance to the voice

That would unite in prayer and praise;

More duly shall wild wandering Youth 35

Receive the curb of sacred truth,

Shall tottering Age, bent earthward, hear

The Promise, with uplifted ear;

And all shall welcome the new ray

Imparted to their sabbath-day. 40

v. ]STor deem the Poet's hope misplaced, His fancy cheated—that can see A shade upon the future cast, Of time's pathetic sanctity; Can hear the monitory clock 4 5

Sound o'er the lake with gentle shock 4.t evening, when the ground beneath ^s ruffled o'er with cells of death; Where happy generations lie, Here tutored for eternity. 50

Lives there a man whose sole delights
Are trivial pomp and city noise,
Hardening a heart that loathes or slights
What every natural heart enjoys?
Who never caught a noon-tide dream 55

From murmur of a running stream;

Could strip, for aught the prospect yields

To him, their verdure from the fields;

And take the radiance from the clouds

In which the sun his setting shrouds. 60


A soul so pitiably forlorn,

If such do on this earth abide,

May season apathy with scorn,

May turn indifference to pride;

And still be not unblest—compared 65

With him who grovels, self-debarred

From all that lies within the scope

Of holy faith and Christian hope;

Or, shipwrecked, kindles on the coast

False fires, that others may be lost. 70


Alas! that such perverted zeal

Should spread on Britain's favoured ground!

That public order, private weal,

Should e'er have felt or feared a wound

From champions of the desperate law 75

Which from their own blind hearts they draw;

Who tempt their reason to deny

Grod, whom their passions dare defy,

And boast that they alone are free

Who reach this dire extremity! 80


But turn we from these "bold bad" men;

The way, mild Lady! that hath led

Down to their "dark opprobrious den,"

Is all too rough for Thee to tread.

Softly as morning vapours glide 85

Down Bydal-cove from Fairfield's side,

Should move the tenor of Ms song

Who means to charity no wrong;

Whose offering gladly would accord

With this day's work, in thought and word. 90


Heaven prosper it! may peace, and love,
And hope, and consolation, fall,
Through its meek influence, from above,
And penetrate the hearts of all;
All who, around the hallowed Fane, 95

Shall sojourn in this fair domain;
Grateful to Thee, while service pure,
And ancient ordinance, shall endure,
For opportunity bestowed
To kneel together, and adore their God! 100



Oil! gather whencesoe'er ye safely may
The help which slackening Piety requires;
Nor deem that he perforce must go astray
Who treads upon the footmarks of Ms sires.

Our churches, invariably perhaps, stand east and west, but why is by few persons exactly known; nor, that the degree of deviation from due east often noticeable in the ancient ones was determined, in each particular case, by the point in the horizon, at which the sun rose upon the day of the saint to whom the church was dedicated. These ohservances of our ancestors, and the causes of them, are the subject of the following stanzas.

When in the antique age of bow and spear
And feudal rapine clothed with iron mail,
Came ministers of peace, intent to rear
The Mother Church in yon sequestered vale;

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