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And in her Catholic attributes, hath trod: 0 may these lessons be with profit scanned To thy heart's wish, thy labour blest by God! So the bright faces of the young and gay Shall look more bright—the happy, happier still; 10
Catch, in the pauses of their keenest play, Motions of thought which elevate the will And, like the Spire that from your classic Hill Points heavenward, indicate the end and way. Kydal Mount, Dec. 11, 1843.
TO THE PLANET VENUS.
Upon its approximation (as an Evening Star) to the Earth, Jan., 1838.
What strong allurement draws, what spirit
guides, Thee, Vesper! brightening still, as if the nearer Thou com'st to man's abode the spot grew dearer Night after night? True is it Nature hides Her treasures less and less.—Man now presides In power, where once he trembled in his weakness; 6
Science advances with gigantic strides;
wise More than in humbler times graced human story; io
That makes our hearts more apt to sympathize With heaven, our souls more fit for future glory, When earth shall vanish from our closing eyes, Ere we lie down in our last dormitory?
Wansfell!' this Household has a favoured
lot, Living with liberty on thee to gaze, To watch while Morn first crowns thee with her
rays, Or when along thy breast serenely float Evening's angelic clouds. Yet ne'er a note 5 Hath sounded (shame upon the Bard!) thy
praise For all that thou, as if from heaven, hast
As soon we shall be, may these words attest
Dec. 24, 1842.
While beams of orient light shoot wide and
high, Deep in the vale a little rural Town2 Breathes forth a cloud-like creature of its own, That mounts not toward the radiant morning
sky, But, with a less ambitious sympathy, 5
Hangs o'er its Parent waking to the cares
1 The Hill that rises to the south-east, above Ambleside.
Endears that Lingerer. And how blest her
sway, (Like influence never may my soul reject), 10 If the calm Heaven, now to its zenith decked With glorious forms in numberless array, To the lone shepherd on the hills disclose Gleams from a world in which the saints repose.
Jan. 1, 1843.
In my mind's eye a Temple, like a cloud
loud, Into the consciousness of safety thrilled; And Love her towers of dread foundation laid 10 Under the grave of things; Hope had her spire Star-high, and pointing still to something
higher; Trembling I gazed, but heard a voice—it said, "Hell-gates are powerless Phantoms when we
ON THE PROJECTED KENDAL AND WINDERMERE RAILWAY.
Is then no nook of English ground secure From rash assault?1 Schemes of retirement sown 1 The degree and kind of attachment which many In youth, and mid the busy world kept pure As when their earliest flowers of hope were
blown, Must perish;—how can they this blight endure? And must he too the ruthless change bemoan 6 Who scorns a false utilitarian lure Mid his paternal fields at random thrown? Baffle the threat, bright Scene, from Orrest-head Given to the pausing traveller's rapturous
Plead for thy peace, thou beautiful romance
strong And constant voice, protest against the wrong.
October 12, 1844.
Pboud were ye, Mountains, when, in times of
old, Tour patriot sons, to stem invasive war, Intrenched your brows; ye gloried in each scar: Now, for your shame, a Power, the Thirst of
Gold, That rules o'er Britain like a baneful star, 5 Wills that your peace, your beauty, shall be
of the yeomanry feel to their small inheritances can scarcely be over-rated. Near the house of one of them stands a magnificent tree, which a neighbour of the owner advised him to fell for profit's sake. "Fell it!" exclaimed the veoman, "I had rather fall on my knees and worship it." It happens, I believe, that the intended railway would pass through this little property, and I hope that an apology for the answer will not be thought necessary by one who enters into the strength of the feeling.
And clear way made for her triumphal car Through the beloved retreats your arms enfold! Heard Ye that Whistle? As her long-linked
Train Swept onwards, did the vision cross your
Yes, ye were startled;—and, in balance true, Weighing the mischief with the promised gain, Mountains, and Vales, and Floods, I call on
you To share the passion "of a just disdain.
AT FURNESS ABBEY.
Here, where, of havoc tired and rash undoing,
Man left this Structure to become Time's prey,
A soothing spirit follows in the way
That Nature takes, her counter-work pursuing.
See how her ivy clasps the sacred Euin, 5
Fall to prevent or beautify decay;
And, on the mouldered walls, how bright, how
The flowers in pearly dews their bloom re-