The peaceful guest advancing from afar. meet Dependence infinite, proportion just; A Pile that Grace approves, and Time can trust With his most sacred wealth, heroic dust. III. But if the valiant of this k England's illustrious sons of long, long Be it not unordained that solemn rites, While the white-robed choir attendant, Songs of victory and praise, For them who bravely stood unhurt, or bled With medicable wounds, or found their graves Upon the battle-field, or under ocean's waves; Or were conducted home in single state, And, drinking towns and cities, still can Cities and towns-'tis Thou-the work is The fierce Tornado sleeps within thy courts He hears the word-he flies- And magnify thy name, Almighty God! And for thy righteous purpose they pre- Thine arm from peril guards the coasts Tremendous God of battles, Lord of Hosts! V. Forbear:-to Thee Father and Judge of all, with fervent tongue But in a gentler strain Of contemplation, by no sense of wrong, Just God of christianized Humanity That thou hast brought our warfare to an And that we need no second victory! If on thy love our Land her hopes shall Unheard by them, their deeds shall cele- And all the Nations labor to fulfil brate! IV. Nor will the God of peace and love He springs the hushed Volcano's mine, On hearts howe'er insensible or rude; Cheer'st the low threshold of the peasant's cell! Not unrejoiced I see thee climb the sky Thy power and majesty, Dazzling the vision that presumes to gaze. - Well does thine aspect usher in this Day; As aptly suits therewith that modest pace Submitted to the chains That bind thee to the path which God ordains That thou shalt trace, Till, with the heavens and earth, thou pass away! Nor less, the stillness of these frosty plains, Do with the service of this Day accord. Thou, who upon those snow-clad Heights has poured Meek lustre, nor forget'st the humble Vale; Thou who dost warm Earth's universal mould, And for thy bounty were not unadored Once more, heart-cheering Sun, 1 bid thee hail! But He who fixed immovably the frame A solid refuge for distress→→→ He knows that from a holier altar came The quickening spark of this day's sacri fice; Knows that the source is nobler whence doth rise The current of this matin song; Than aught dependent on the fickle skies. III. Have we not conquered?-by the vengeful sword? Ah no, by dint of Magnanimity; That curbed the baser passions, and left free Clear-sighted Honour, and his staid ComA loyal band to follow their liege Lord peers, In execution of heroic deeds Whose memory, spotless as the crystal beads Of morning dew upon the untrodden meads, Shall live enrolled above the starry spheres. Of One whose spirit no reverse could quell; Shall represent her laboring with an eye All martial duties to fulfil; Fierce as a flood-gate bursting at midnight dream Woe, woe to all that face her in the field! Appalled she may not be, and cannot yield. IV. And thus is missed the sole true glory At which they only shall arrive The very humblest are too proud of heart; V. How dreadful the dominion of the impure! Why should the Song be tardy to proclaim That less than power unbounded could not tame That soul of Evil-which, from hell let loose, Had filled the astonished world with such abuse As boundless patience only could endure? -Wide-wasted regions--cities wrapt in flame Who sees, may lift a streaming eye Who can forget thy prowess, never more Be that ungrateful Son allowed to hear To Heaven;-who never saw, may heave a Thy green leaves rustle or thy torrents roar. sigh; But the foundation of our natures shakes, And with an infinite pain the spirit aches, When desolated countries, towns on fire, Are but the avowed attire Of warfare waged with desperate mind The citadels of truth; While the fair gardens of civility, By ignorance defaced, By violence laid waste, Perish without reprieve for flower or tree! VI. A crouching purpose-a distracted will Opposed to hopes that battened upon scorn, And to desires whose ever-waxing horn Not all the light of earthly power could fill; Opposed to dark, deep plots of patient skill, And to celerities of lawless force; Which, spurning God, had flung away re morse What could they gain but shadows of redress? -So bad proceeded propagating worse; VII. No more-the guilt is banish'd, And, with the guilt, the shame is fled; As springs the lion from his den, As from a forest-brake Upstarts a glistening snake, The bold Arch-despot re-appeared:-again Wild Europe heaves, impatient to be cast, With all her armèd Powers, On that offensive soil, like waves upon a thousand shores. The trumpet blew a universal blast! But Thou art foremost in the field :-there To highest Heaven, the labor of the Soul; Ha! what a ghastly sight for man to see; And to the heavenly saints in peace who dwell, For a brief moment, terrible; Links in the chain of thy tranquillity! Bless Thou the hour, or e'cr the hour arrive, When a whole people shall kneel down in prayer, And, at one moment, in one rapture, strive Lord For Tyranny subdued, And for the sway of equity renewed, But hark placid lake X. the summons !--down the Bright shines the Sun, as if his beams would wake The tender insects sleeping in their cells; Bright shines the Sun-and not a breeze to shake The drops that tip the melting icicles. Of some old Minster's venerable pile) And has begun-its clouds of sound to cast As if the fretted roof were riven. Us, humbler ceremonies now await; But in the bosom, with devout respect The banner of our joy we will erect, And strength of love our soul shall elevate: For to a few collected in his name, Their heavenly Father will incline an ear Gracious to service hallowed by its aim;Awake! the majesty of God revere ! Go-and with foreheads meekly bowed Present your prayers-go-and rejoice aloud The Holy One will hear! And what, 'mid silence deep, with faith sincere, Ye, in your low and undisturbed estate, And of more arduous duties thence imposed Of mysteries revealed, And judgments unrepealed, And final retribution,— To his omniscience will appear An offering not unworthy to find place, Floats the soft cadence of the church-tower On this high DAY OF THANKS, before the bells: Throne of Grace! MEMORIALS OF A TOUR ON THE CONTINENT. 1820. DEDICATION. (SENT WITH these poems, IN MS., TO) DEAR Fellow-travellers! think not that the To You presenting these memorial Lays, RYDAL MOUNT, Nov., 1821. I. FISH-WOMEN.-ON LANDING AT CALAIS. 'TIS said, fantastic ocean doth enfold The likeness of whate'er on land is seen; But, if the Nereid Sisters and their Queen, Above whose heads the tide so long hath rolled, The Dames resemble whom we here behold, How fearful were it down through opening waves Offers the beauty, the magnificence, Obscure not yet these silent avenues III. BRUGES. THE Spirit of Antiquity-enshrined Hence motions, even amid the vulgar throng, To an harmonious decency confined |