Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim; A constant influence, a peculiar grace; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined With sudden brightness, like a Man inspired; Come when it will, is equal to the need: He who, though thus endued as with a sense And faculty for storm and turbulence, Is yet a Soul whose master-bias leans To homefelt pleasures and to gentle scenes; It is his darling passion to approve ; More brave for this, that he hath much to love : Plays, in the many games of life, that one "What is good for a bootless bene?" * See the White Doe of Rylstone. What is good for a bootless bene ?” The Falconer to the Lady said; And she made answer, "ENDLESS SORROW!" For she knew that her Son was dead. She knew it by the Falconer's words, Young Romilly through Barden woods Is ranging high and low; And holds a greyhound in a leash, To let slip upon buck or doe. The pair have reached that fearful chasm, How tempting to bestride! For lordly Wharf is there pent in With rocks on either side. The striding-place is called THE STRID, A name which it took of yore: A thousand years hath it borne that name, And shall a thousand more. And hither is young Romilly come, And what may now forbid That he, perhaps for the hundredth time, Shall bound across THE STRID? He in glee, sprang That the river was strong, and the rocks were steep? But the greyhound in the leash hung back, The Boy is in the arms of Wharf, And strangled by a merciless force; For never more was young Romilly seen Now there is stillness in the vale, If for a lover the Lady wept, From death, and from the passion of death: She weeps not for the wedding-day Her hope was a further-looking hope, He was a tree that stood alone, Long, long in darkness did she sit, The stately Priory was reared; And the Lady prayed in heaviness O, there is never sorrow of heart 1808. XXIII. A FACT, AND AN IMAGINATION; OR, CANUTE AND ALFRED, ON THE SEA-SHORE. THE Danish Conqueror, on his royal chair, |