XII. 5. NOT seldom, clad in radiant vest, The smoothest seas will sometimes prove, To the confiding Bark, untrue; And, if she trust the stars above, They can be treacherous too. The umbrageous Oak, in pomp outspread, But Thou art true, incarnate Lord, I bent before thy gracious throne, VOL. III. XIII. FOR THE SPOT WHERE THE HERMITAGE STOOD ON ST. Herbert's ISLAND, DERWENT-WATER. STRANGER! this shapeless heap of stones and earth Is the last relic of St. Herbert's Cell. Here stood his threshold; here was spread the roof That sheltered him, a self-secluded Man, After long exercise in social cares And offices humane, intent to adore The Deity, with undistracted mind, A Fellow-labourer, whom the good Man loved To heaven he knelt before the crucifix, While o'er the Lake the cataract of Lodore Pealed to his orisons, and when he paced Along the beach of this small isle and thought So prayed he—as our Chronicles report, |