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XVII.

CONVERSION.

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PROMPT transformation works the novel Lore;
The Council closed, the Priest in full career
Rides forth, an armèd man, and hurls a spear
To desecrate the Fane which heretofore
He served in folly. Woden falls, and Thor
Is overturned; the mace, in battle heaved
(So might they dream) till victory was achieved,
Drops, and the God himself is seen no more.
Temple and Altar sink, to hide their shame
Amid oblivious weeds. "O come to me,
Ye heavy laden!" such the inviting voice
Heard near fresh streams; and thousands, who
rejoice

In the new Rite-the pledge of sanctity,
Shall, by regenerate life, the promise claim.

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XVIII.

APOLOGY.

NOR scorn the aid which Fancy oft doth lend
The Soul's eternal interests to promote :
Death, darkness, danger, are our natural lot;
And evil Spirits may our walk attend
For aught the wisest know or comprehend;
Then be good Spirits free to breathe a note
Of elevation; let their odours float

Around these Converts; and their glories blend,
The midnight stars outshining, or the blaze 9
Of the noon-day. Nor doubt that golden cords
Of good works, mingling with the visions, raise
The Soul to purer worlds: and who the line
Shall draw, the limits of the power define,
That even imperfect faith to man affords ?
1 See Note.

XIX.

PRIMITIVE SAXON CLERGY.'

How beautiful

your presence, how benign, Servants of God! who not a thought will share With the vain world; who, outwardly as bare As winter trees, yield no fallacious sign

That the firm soul is clothed with fruit divine! 5
Such Priest, when service worthy of his care
Has called him forth to breathe the common air,
Might seem a saintly Image from its shrine
Descended:-happy are the eyes that meet
The Apparition; evil thoughts are stayed
At his approach, and low-bowed necks entreat
A benediction from his voice or hand;
Whence grace, through which the heart can
understand,

And vows, that bind the will, in silence made.

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XX.

OTHER INFLUENCES.

Ан, when the Body, round which in love we

clung,

Is chilled by death, does mutual service fail? Is tender pity then of no avail?

Are intercessions of the fervent tongue

A waste of hope?-From this sad source have

sprung

Rites that console the Spirit, under grief Which ill can brook more rational relief: Hence prayers are shaped amiss, and dirges

sung

For Souls whose doom is fixed! The way is

smooth

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1 See Note.

II

For Power that travels with the human heart :
Confession ministers the pang to soothe
In him who at the ghost of guilt doth start.
Ye holy Men, so earnest in your care,
Of your own mighty instruments beware!

XXI.

SECLUSION.

LANCE, shield, and sword relinquished-at his side

A bead-roll, in his hand a clasped book,

Or staff more harmless than a shepherd's crook, The war-worn Chieftain quits the world-to hide

His thin autumnal locks where Monks abide 5
In cloistered privacy. But not to dwell
In soft repose he comes. Within his cell,
Round the decaying trunk of human pride,
At morn, and eve, and midnight's silent hour,
Do penitential cogitations cling;

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Like ivy, round some ancient elm, they twine
In grisly folds and strictures serpentine;
Yet, while they strangle, a fair growth they
bring,

For recompense-their own perennial bower.

XXII.

CONTINUED.

METHINKS that to some vacant hermitage
My feet would rather turn-to some dry nook
Scooped out of living rock, and near a brook
Hurled down a mountain-cove from stage to

stage,

Yet tempering, for my sight, its bustling rage 5
In the soft heaven of a translucent pool;
Thence creeping under sylvan arches cool,
Fit haunt of shapes whose glorious equipage
Would elevate my dreams.
A beechen bowl,
A maple dish, my furniture should be ;
Crisp, yellow leaves my bed; the hooting owl
My night-watch: nor should e'er the crested
fowl

From thorp or vill his matins sound for me,
Tired of the world and all its industry.

ΙΟ

XXIII.

REPROOF.

BUT what if One, through grove or flowery mead,

Indulging thus at will the creeping feet
Of a voluptuous indolence, should meet
Thy hovering Shade, O venerable Bede!
The saint, the scholar, from a circle freed
Of toil stupendous, in a hallowed seat
Of learning, where thou heard'st the billows
beat

On a wild coast, rough monitors to feed
Perpetual industry. Sublime Recluse!

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The recreant soul, that dares to shun the

debt

Imposed on human kind, must first forget
Thy diligence, thy unrelaxing use

Of a long life; and, in the hour of death,
The last dear service of thy passing breath!1

ΙΟ

1 He expired dictating the last words of a translation of St. John's Gospel.

XXIV.

SAXON MONASTERIES, AND LIGHTS AND SHADES
OF THE RELIGION.

By such examples moved to unbought pains,
The people work like congregated bees;
Eager to build the quiet Fortresses
Where Piety, as they believe, obtains
From Heaven a general blessing; timely rains 5
Or needful sunshine; prosperous enterprise,
Justice and peace :-bold faith! yet also rise
The sacred Structures for less doubtful gains.
The Sensual think with reverence of the palms
Which the chaste Votaries seek, beyond the

grave;

If penance be redeemable, thence alms

Flow to the poor, and freedom to the slave;
And if full oft the Sanctuary save
Lives black with guilt, ferocity it calms.

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XXV.

MISSIONS AND TRAVELS.

Nor sedentary all: there are who roam
To scatter seeds of life on barbarous shores;
Or quit with zealous step their knee-worn floors
To seek the general mart of Christendom;
Whence they, like richly-laden merchants, come
To their beloved cells:-or shall we say
That, like the Red-cross Knight, they urge their

way,

To lead in memorable triumph home

Truth, their immortal Una ? Babylon,
Learned and wise, hath perished utterly,

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Nor leaves her Speech one word to aid the sigh

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