XXXVIII. NEW CHURCHES. BUT liberty, and triumphs on the Main, The State (ah, surely not preserved in vain!) 5 ΙΟ In rival haste, the wished-for Temples rise! That vale or hill prolongs or multiplies! XXXIX. CHURCH TO BE ERECTED. BE this the chosen site; the virgin sod, band Of daisies, shepherds sate of yore and wove ΙΟ For kneeling adoration;-while-above, XL. CONTINUED. MINE ear has rung, my spirit sunk subdued, Sharing the strong emotion of the crowd, When each pale brow to dread hosannas bowed While clouds of incense mounting veiled the rood, 9 That glimmered like a pine-tree dimly viewed 5 XLI. NEW CHURCH-YARD. THE encircling ground, in native turf arrayed, Is now by solemn consecration given To social interests, and to favouring Heaven, And where the rugged colts their gambols played, And wild deer bounded through the forest glade, Unchecked as when by merry Outlaw driven, 6 Shall hymns of praise resound at morn and even; And soon, full soon, the lonely Sexton's spade Shall wound the tender sod. Encincture small, But infinite its grasp of weal and woe! ΤΟ Hopes, fears, in never-ending ebb and flow;The spousal trembling, and the "dust to dust," The prayers, the contrite struggle, and the trust That to the Almighty Father looks through all. XLII. CATHEDRALS, ETC. OPEN your gates, ye everlasting Piles! Types of the spiritual Church which God hath reared; 5 Not loth we quit the newly-hallowed sward Isis and Cam, to patient Science dear! XLIII. INSIDE OF KING'S COLLEGE CHAPEL, CAMBRIDGE. TAX not the royal Saint with vain expense, With ill-matched aims the Architect who planned Albeit labouring for a scanty band 5 Of white robed Scholars only-this immense Of nicely-calculated less or more; So deemed the man who fashioned for the sense These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof Self-poised, and scooped into ten thousand cells, Where light and shade repose, where music dwells II Lingering and wandering on as loth to die; Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof That they were born for immortality. XLIV. THE SAME. WHAT awful perspective! while from our sight With gradual stealth the lateral windows hide Their Portraitures, their stone-work glimmers, dyed 5 In the soft chequerings of a sleepy light. Of the devout, a veil of ecstasy! ΙΟ XLV. CONTINUED. THEY dreamt not of a perishable home Be mine, in hours of fear Or grovelling thought, to seek a refuge here; Or through the aisles of Westminster to roam; Where bubbles burst, and folly's dancing foam Melts, if it cross the threshold; where the wreath 6 ΤΟ Of awe-struck wisdom droops: or let XLVI. EJACULATION. GLORY to God! and to the Power who came even, 6 In hours of peace, or when the storm is driven Studious of that pure intercourse begun ΤΟ |