While noble things in darkness grope, The Statesman’s aim, the Poet’s hope; The Patriot’s impulse gathers fire, And germs of future fruits aspire;—
Now while dumb nature owns its links, And from one common fountain drinks, Methinks in all around I see This Picture in Eternity;—
A marbled City planted there With all its pageants and despair; A peopled hush, a Death not dead, But stricken with Medusa’s head;—
And in the Gorgon’s glance for aye The lifeless immortality Reveals in sculptured calmness all Its latest life beyond recall.
GREY with all honours of age! but fresh-featured and ruddy As dawn when the drowsy farm-yard has thrice heard Chaunticlere. Tender to tearfulness—childlike, and manly, and motherly; Here beats true English blood richest joyance on sweet English ground.
LAKES where the sunsheen is mystic with splendour and softness; Vales where sweet life is all Summer with golden romance: Forests that glimmer with twilight round revel-bright palaces; Here in our May-blood we wander, careering ’mongst ladies and knights.
PICTURE some Isle smiling green ’mid the white-foaming ocean;— Full of old woods, leafy wisdoms, and frolicsome fays; Passions and pageants; sweet love singing bird-like above it; Life in all shapes, aims, and fates, is there warm’d by one great human heart.
LIKE to some deep-chested organ whose grand inspiration, Serenely majestic in utterance, lofty and calm, Interprets to mortals with melody great as its burthen The mystical harmonies chiming for ever throughout the bright spheres.
KEEN as an eagle whose flight towards the dim empyréan Fearless of toil or fatigue ever royally wends! Vast in the cloud-coloured robes of the balm-breathing Orient Lo! the grand Epic advances, unfolding the humanest truth.
A BROOK glancing under green leaves, self-delighting, exulting, And full of a gurgling melody ever renewed— Renewed thro’ all changes of Heaven, unceasing in sunlight, Unceasing in moonlight, but hushed in the beams of the holier orb.
SEE’ST thou a Skylark whose glistening winglets ascending Quiver like pulses beneath the melodious dawn? Deep in the heart-yearning distance of heaven it flutters— Wisdom and beauty and love are the treasures it brings down at eve.