The worldling, pining to be freed From turmoil, who would turn or speed Might stop before this favoured scene, At Nature's call, nor blush to lean The Sage, who feels how blind, how weak And thirst for insight to allay Or when the church-clock's knell profound To Time's first step across the bound Time pressing on with starry crest, To filial sleep upon the breast Of dread eternity! 1828. XXXVIII. THE PRIMROSE OF THE ROCK. A Rock there is whose lonely front Yet there the glow-worms hang their lamps, And one coy Primrose to that Rock The vernal breeze invites. What hideous warfare hath been waged, What kingdoms overthrown, And marked it for my own; The flowers, still faithful to the stems, The stems are faithful to the root, That worketh out of view; And to the rock the root adheres Close clings to earth the living rock, Though threatening still to fall; So blooms this lonely Plant, nor dreads * * * * Here closed the meditative strain; But air breathed soft that day, The hoary mountain-heights were cheered, And to the Primrose of the Rock I gave this after-lay. I sang-Let myriads of bright flowers, Than tremblings that reprove Our vernal tendencies to hope, That love which changed-for wan disease, For sorrow that had bent O'er hopeless dust, for withered age Their moral element, And turned the thistles of a curse To types beneficent. Sin-blighted though we are, we too, Our threescore years and ten. To humbleness of heart descends And makes each soul a separate heaven, A court for Deity. 1831. XXXIX. PRESENTIMENTS. PRESENTIMENTS! they judge not right All heaven-born Instincts shun the touch The tear whose source I could not guess, And now, unforced by time to part And venture on your praise. What though some busy foes to good, Lurk near you-and combine To taint the health which ye infuse; |