XVI. AMERICAN TRADITION. SUCH fruitless questions may not long beguile There would the Indian answer with a smile Triumphant. Inundation wide and deep, O'er which his Fathers urged, to ridge and steep Else unapproachable, their buoyant way; And carved, on mural cliff's undreaded side, Sun, moon, and stars, and beast of chase or prey; Whate'er they sought, shunned, loved, or deified!* *See Humboldt's Personal Narrative, XVII. RETURN. A DARK plume fetch me from yon blasted Yew, Loose fragments of wild wailing, that bestrew That, calmly couching while the nightly dew Tardily sinking by its proper weight Deep into patient Earth, from whose smooth breast it came! XVIII. SEATHWAITE CHAPEL. SACRED Religion, "mother of form and fear," New rites ordaining when the old are wrecked, That seeks to stifle it; as in those days When this low Pile a Gospel Teacher knew, Whose good works formed an endless retinue: Such Priest as Chaucer sang in fervent lays; Such as the heaven-taught skill of Herbert drew; And tender Goldsmith crowned with deathless prai XIX. TRIBUTARY STREAM. My frame hath often trembled with delight On the calm depth of his transparent breast, More lulling than the busy hum of Noon, Swoln by that voice - whose murmur musical Announces to the thirsty fields a boon Dewy and fresh, till showers again shall fall. XX. THE PLAIN OF DONNERDALE. THE old inventive Poets, had they seen, Or rather felt, the entrancement that detains Thy waters, Duddon! 'mid these flowery plains, The still repose, the liquid lapse serene, Transferred to bowers imperishably green, Had beautified Elysium! But these chains ; a rough course remains, Rough as the past; where Thou, of placid mien, Innocuous as a firstling of the flock, And countenanced like a soft cerulean sky, Shalt change thy temper; and, with many a shock Given and received in mutual jeopardy, Dance, like a Bacchanal, from rock to rock, Tossing her frantic thyrsus wide and high! |