XXXIII. CONCLUSION. But here no cannon thunders to the gale; Where all his unambitious functions fail. And may thy Poet, cloud-born Stream! be free- XXXIV. AFTER-THOUGHT. I THOUGHT of Thee, my partner and my guide, Still glides the Stream, and shall not cease to glide ; The elements, must vanish ;—be it so! To live, and act, and serve the future hour ; Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower. ADVERTISEMENT. DURING the Summer of 1807, the Author visited, for the first time, the beautiful country that surrounds Bolton Priory, in Yorkshire; and the Poem of the WHITE DOE, founded upon a Tradition connected with that place, was composed at the close of the same year. DEDICATION. IN trellised shed with clustering roses gay, The gentle Una, of celestial birth, To seek her Knight went wandering o'er the earth. Ah, then, Beloved! pleasing was the smart, And the tear precious in compassion shed For Her, who, pierced by sorrow's thrilling dart, Did meekly bear the pang unmerited; Meek as that emblem of her lowly heart The milk-white Lamb which in a line she led,— And faithful, loyal in her innocence, Like the brave Lion slain in her defence. |