With bounty more and more enlarged, Thou, who canst think, as well as feel. Mount from the earth; aspire! aspire! Not wasted on the attendant crowd, Alas! the sanctities combined By art to unsensualise the mind, Decay and languish; or, as creeds And humours change, are spurned like weeds: The priests are from their altars thrust; Temples are levelled with the dust; And solemn rites and awful forms Yet evermore, through years renewed Of seasons balancing their flight And ground fresh-cloven by the plough The glory of the sun's bright head— So shall the seventh be truly blest, 1832. XLII. A JEWISH FAMILY. (IN A SMALL VALLEY OPPOSITE ST. GOAR, UPON THE RHINE.) GENIUS of Raphael! if thy wings Might bear thee to this glen, To pencil dear and pen, Thou would'st forego the neighbouring Rhine, And all his majesty— A studious forehead to incline O'er this poor family. The Mother-her thou must have seen, In spirit, ere she came To dwell these rifted rocks between, Or found on earth a name; An image, too, of that sweet Boy, Of playfulness, and love, and joy, Predestined here to live. Downcast, or shooting glances far, That blend the nature of the star I see the dark-brown curls, the brow, The smooth transparent skin, Refined, as with intent to show The holiness within; The grace of parting Infancy By blushes yet untamed; Two lovely Sisters, still and sweet Such beauty hath the Eternal poured Upon them not forlorn, Though of a lineage once abhorred, Nor yet redeemed from scorn. |