Greece reared to us her gorgeous dome,- At once her triumph and our shame!" XIV. 46 We've proved how vain is open force To check the bright invader's course; How vain to strive with him whose eye O'erlooks the scrolls of Destiny ;39 Henceforth be humbler schemes our care, The power, we may not crush, to share. Thither, where first on Grecian ground The rival God a shrine hath found, Thither myself will speed, to try Shall gain the power it seems to yield ;- And Jove and Jesus share the land." XV. But if-for ah, I know too well That man hath power to counter-spell The best laid stratagems of Hell, If, with unwonted terror shook, I quail before his stern rebuke, Thou too 32 must prosper our design, 'Tis thine to fire the callous priest, Makes traffic of the soul of man: But, when, should hostile Truth prevail, His sordid hope of gain shall fail, How loudly will he prate of zeal, And feign, what he hath ceased to feel! How will he spur the vulgar throng To deeds of violence and wrong; And hurl to exile or to death The teachers of the rebel faith!" XVI. Never! upon your bootless craft The Dweller of the heavens 33 hath laughed Hath laughed to scorn your feeble rage, That dares such frantic strife to wage! What?-will ye share the throne with Him, When cherubim and seraphim With veiled eyes adore him? And think ye, haughty Gnomes, to shed Of mortal man, when God hath spread His sheltering pinions o'er him? Never!-Eternal truth is plight To shield her injured servants' right; Their faith's foundation 34 standeth sure, Long as those characters endure, Sealed deep upon the living stone, his own." "God knows, and will avenge With beautiful though borrowed light. PART III. THE PRISON. I. KNOW ye the hushed and awful still, The fiat of Omnipotence ? There is no whisper on the breeze,— No ripple on the lake ; E'en the slight tremble of the trees No murmur seems to make. It comes 'tis past!—and hill and plain Laugh into threefold light again! The lake hath caught a clearer blue; The meadow wears a greener hue; |