way,

Untouched by due regret I marked your fall!
Now, ruin, beauty, ancient stillness, all
Dispose to judgments temperate as we lay
On our past selves in life's declining day :
For as, by discipline of Time made wise,
We learn to tolerate the infirmities
And faults of others- gently as he may,
So with our own the mild Instructor deals,
Teaching us to forget them or forgive.
Perversely curious, then, for hidden ill
Why should we break Time's charitable
seals?

Once ye were holy, ye are holy still;
Your spirit freely let me drink, and live

That landward urged the great Deliverer's sail,

Till in the sunny bay his fleet was moored! Propitious hour! have we, like them, endured

Sore stress of apprehension, with a mind Sickened by injuries, dreading worse designed,

From month to month trembling and unassurd,

How had we then rejoiced! But we have lt,

As a loved substance, their futurity: Good, which they dared not hope for, we have seen;

A State whose generous will through earth is dealt;

A State-which, balancing herself between License and slavish order, dares be free.

XXXVIII.

NEW CHURCHES.

BUT liberty, and triumphs on the Main, And laurelled armies, not to be withstoodWhat serve they? if, on transitory good Intent, and sedulous of abject gain,

The State (ah, surely not preserved in vain!) Forbear to shape due channels which the Flood

Of sacred truth may enter-till it brood O'er the wide realm, as o'er the Egyptian plain

The all-sustaining Nile. No more the time

Is conscious of her want; through England's bounds,

In rival haste, the wished-for Temples rise! I hear their sabbath bells' harmonious chime Float on the breeze-the heavenliest of all sounds

That vale or hill prolongs or multiplies !

TAX not the royal Saint with vain expense, With ill-matched aims the Architect who planned

Albeit laboring for a scanty band

Of white-robed Scholars only-this immense And glorious Work of fine intelligence!

Is now by solemn consecration given
To social interests, and to favoring Heaven,
And where the rugged colts their gambols
played,

And wild deer bounded through the forest glade,

Unchecked as when by merry Outlaw driven, Shall hymns of praise resound at morn and

the lore

Of nicely-calculated less or more; So deemed the man who fashioned for the

sense

These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof

Self-poised, and scooped into ten thousand cells,

Where light and shade repose, where music

Their Portraitures, their stone-work glimmers, dyed

In the soft checkerings of a sleepy light.
Martyr, or King, or sainted Eremite,
Whoe'er ye be, that thus, yourselves unseen,
Imbue your prison-bars with solemn sheen,
Shine on, until ye fade with coming Night!
But, from the arms of silence-list! O list!
The music bursteth into second life;
The notes luxuriate, every stone is kissed
By sound, or ghost of sound, in mazy strife;
Heart-thrilling strains, that cast, before the

eye

Of the devout, a veil of ecstasy!

XLV.

CONTINUed.

THEY dreamt not of a perishable home Who thus could build. Be mine, in hours

of fear

Or grovelling thought, to seek a refuge here; Or through the aisles of Westminster to

roam;

Where bubbles burst, and folly's dancing foam

I.Ielts, if it cross the threshold; where the wreath

Of awe-struck wisdom droops: or let my path

Lead to that younger Pile, whose sky-like dome

Iath typified by reach of daring art Infinity's embrace; whose guardian crest, The silent Cross, among the stars shall spread

As now, when She hath also seen her breast Filled with mementos, satiate with its part Of grateful England's overflowing Dead.

XLVI. EJACULATION.

GLORY to God! and to the Power who came In filial duty, clothed with love divine,

That made his human tabernacle shine
Like Ocean burning with purpureal flame;
Or like the Alpine Mount that takes its

name

From roseate hues, far kenned at morn and even,

In hours of peace, or when the storm is driven

Along the nether region's rugged frame! Earth prompts-Heaven urges; let us seek the light,

Studious of that pure intercourse begun When first our infant brows their lustre won; So, like the Mountain, may we grow more bright

From unimpeded commerce with the Sun, At the approach of all-involving night.

XLVII.

CONCLUSION.

WHY sleeps the future, as a snake enrolled, Coil within coil, at noon-tide? For the WORD

Yields, if with unpresumptuous faith explored,

Power at whose touch the sluggard shall unfold

His drowsy rings. Look forth! — that Stream behold,

THAT STREAM upon whose bosom we have passed

Floating at ease while nations have effaced Nations, and Death has gathered to his fold Long lines of mighty Kings-look forth, my Soul!

(Nor in this vision be thou slow to trust) The living Waters, less and less by guilt Stained and polluted, brighten as they roll, Till they have reached the eternal City-built

For the perfécted Spirits of the just!

AS A TESTIMONY

Like guests that meet, and some from far,
By cordial love invited.

And if, as Yarrow, through the woods
And down the meadow ranging,

Did meet us with unaltered face.

Though we were changed and changing;
If, then, some natural shadows spread
Our inward prospect over,

The soul's deep valley was not slow
Its brightness to recover.

Eternal blessings on the Muse,

And her divine employment!

The blameless Muse, who trains her Sons
For hope and calm enjoyment;
Albeit sickness, lingering yet,

Has o'er their pillow brooded;
And Care waylays their steps-a Sprite
Not easily eluded.

For thee, O SCOTT! compelled to change
Green Eildon-hill and Cheviot
For warm Vesuvio's vine-clad slopes;
And leave thy Tweed and Teviot