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For this unthought-of greeting!
While allured From vale to hill, from hill to vale led on, We have pursued, through various lands, a long And pleasant course; flower after flower has
Embellishing the ground that gave them birth
dew In a sweet fellowship with kinds beloved, 15 For old remembrance sake. And oft—where
The lightsome Olive's twinkling canopy—
roam, Whate'er assemblages of new and old, 25
Strange and familiar, might beguile the way,
For see, Laverna! mark the far-famed Pile,
St. Francis, far from Man's resort, to abide
Among these sterile heights of Apennine, Bound him, nor, since he raised yon House,
have ceased To bind his spiritual Progeny, with rules 40 Stringent as flesh can tolerate and live; His milder Genius (thanks to the good God That made us) over those severe restraints Of mind, that dread heart-freezing discipline, Doth sometimes here predominate, and works 45 By unsought means for gracious purposes; For earth through heaven, for heaven, by
changeful earth, 1llustrated, and mutually endeared.
Rapt though He were above the power of
sense, Familiarly, yet out of the cleansed heart 50 Of that once sinful Being overflowed On sun, moon, stars, the nether elements, And every shape of creature they sustain, Divine affections; and with beast and bird (Stilled from afar—such marvel story tells— 55 By casual outbreak of his passionate words, And from their own pursuits in field or grove Drawn to his side by look or act of love Humane, and virtue of his innocent life) He wont to hold companionship so free, 60 So pure, so fraught with knowledge and delight, As to be likened in his Followers' minds To that which our first Parents, ere the fall From their high state darkened the Earth with
fear, Held with all Kinds in Eden's blissful bowers.
Then question not that, 'mid the austere Band, 66 Who breathe the air he breathed, tread where
he trod, Some true Partakers of his loving spirit Do still survive, and, with those gentle hearts Consorted, Others, in the power, the faith, 70 Of a baptized imagination, prompt To catch from Nature's humblest monitors Whate'er they bring of impulses sublime.
Thus sensitive must be the Monk, though
pale With fasts, with vigils worn, depressed by
Whom in a sunny glade I chanced to see,
By the joint pressure of his musing mood
A young Ascetic—Poet, Hero, Sage,
and flowers 95
Revive, their obstinate winter pass away,
Voice of the Desert, fare-thee-well; sweet
AT THE CONVENT OF CAMALDOLI.
Gbieve for the Man who hither came bereft,
To be; by Faith, not sight, his soul must live;
The world forsaken, all its busy cares
And stirring interests shunned with desperate
"flight, All trust abandoned in the healing might Of virtuous action; all that courage dares, Labour accomplishes, or patience bears— 5 Those helps rejected, they, whose minds perceive How subtly works man's weakness, sighs may
Shed over it thy grace, and thus subdue
AT THE EREMITE OR UPPER CONVENT OF
What aim had they, the Pair of Monks, in size
eyes, Dare they confront the lean austerities 5
Of Brethren who, here fixed, on Jesu wait
1 See Note.