My thoughts become bright like yon edging of Pines On the steep's lofty verge: how it blackened the air! But, touched from behind by the Sun, it now shines With threads that seem part of his own silver hair.

Though the toil of the way with dear Friends we divide,

Though by the same zephyr our temples be fanned As we rest in the cool orange-bower side by side, A yearning survives which few hearts shall with

stand:

Each step hath its value while homeward we

move;

O joy when the girdle of England appears!
What moment in life is so conscious of love,
Of love in the heart made more happy by tears?

XXXI.

ECHO, UPON THE GEMMI.

WHAT beast of chase hath broken from the cover? Stern GEMMI listens to as full a cry,

As multitudinous a harmony

Of sounds, as rang the heights of Latmos over, When, from the soft couch of her sleeping Lover Upstarting, Cynthia skimmed the mountain-dew In keen pursuit, and gave, where'er she flew,

Impetuous motion to the Stars above her.

A solitary Wolf-dog, ranging on

Through the bleak concave, wakes this wondrous

Of

aery

chime

voices locked in unison, Faint,-far-off,—near,—deep,- solemn and sub

lime!

So, from the body of one guilty deed,

A thousand ghostly fears, and haunting thoughts, proceed!

XXXII.

PROCESSIONS.

Suggested on a Sabbath Morning in the Vale of Chamouny.

To appease the Gods; or public thanks to yield; Or to solicit knowledge of events,

Which in her breast Futurity concealed;

And that the Past might have its true intents
Feelingly told by living monuments,
Mankind of yore were prompted to devise
Rites such as yet Persepolis presents
Graven on her cankered walls, solemnities
That moved in long array before admiring eyes.

The Hebrews thus, carrying in joyful state
Thick boughs of palm, and willows from the brook,

Marched round the altar,

to commemorate

How, when their course they through the desert

took,

Guided by signs which ne'er the sky forsook,

They lodged in leafy tents and cabins low;

Green boughs were borne, while, for the blast that shook

Down to the earth the walls of Jericho,

Shouts rise, and storms of sound from lifted trumpets blow!

And thus, in order, 'mid the sacred grove
Fed in the Libyan waste by gushing wells,
The priests and damsels of Ammonian Jove
Provoked responses with shrill canticles;
While, in a ship begirt with silver bells,
They round his altar bore the hornèd God,
Old Cham, the solar Deity, who dwells
Aloft, yet in a tilting vessel rode,

When universal sea the mountains overflowed.

Why speak of Roman Pomps? the haughty claims
Of Chiefs triumphant after ruthless wars;
The feast of Neptune, and the Cereal Games,

With images, and crowns, and empty cars;
The dancing Salii, on the shields of Mars
Smiting with fury; and a deeper dread
Scattered on all sides by the hideous jars
Of Corybantian cymbals, while the head
Of Cybele was seen, sublimely turreted!

Impetuous motion to the Stars above her.

A solitary Wolf-dog, ranging on

Through the bleak concave, wakes this wondrous chime

Of

aery voices locked in unison,

Faint,-far-off, -—near,—deep,- solemn and sub

lime!

So, from the body of one guilty deed,

A thousand ghostly fears, and haunting thoughts, proceed!

XXXII.

PROCESSIONS.

Suggested on a Sabbath Morning in the Vale of Chamouny.

To appease the Gods; or public thanks to yield; Or to solicit knowledge of events,

Which in her breast Futurity concealed;

And that the Past might have its true intents
Feelingly told by living monuments,

-

Mankind of yore were prompted to devise
Rites such as yet Persepolis presents
Graven on her cankered walls, solemnities
That moved in long array before admiring eyes.

The Hebrews thus, carrying in joyful state
Thick boughs of palm, and willows from the brook,

Marched round the altar,

- to commemorate

How, when their course they through the desert

took,

Guided by signs which ne'er the sky forsook,

They lodged in leafy tents and cabins low;

Green boughs were borne, while, for the blast that shook

Down to the earth the walls of Jericho,

Shouts rise, and storms of sound from lifted trumpets blow!

And thus, in order, 'mid the sacred grove
Fed in the Libyan waste by gushing wells,
The priests and damsels of Ammonian Jove
Provoked responses with shrill canticles;
While, in a ship begirt with silver bells,
They round his altar bore the hornèd God,
Old Cham, the solar Deity, who dwells
Aloft, yet in a tilting vessel rode,

When universal sea the mountains overflowed.

Why speak of Roman Pomps? the haughty claims
Of Chiefs triumphant after ruthless wars;
The feast of Neptune, - and the Cereal Games,
With images, and crowns, and empty cars;
The dancing Salii, on the shields of Mars
Smiting with fury; and a deeper dread
Scattered on all sides by the hideous jars
Of Corybantian cymbals, while the head
Of Cybele was seen, sublimely turreted!