These spreading towns a cloak for lawless Nemean victor's brow; less bright was will? worn, IO Forbid it, Heaven!-and MERRY ENG- Meed of some Roman chief—in triumph LAND still borne Shall be thy rightful name, in prose and With captives chained; and shedding from his car The sunset splendours of a finished war Upon the proud enslavers of mankind! VI. IN SIGHT OF THE TOWN OF COCKERMOUTH. (Where the Author was born, and his Father's remains are laid.) A POINT of life between my Parent's dust, And You, my Offspring! that do still remain, Yet may outstrip me in the appointed When Bega sought of yore the Cumbrian coast, Tempestuous winds her holy errand crossed: She knelt in prayer-the waves their wrath appease; And, from her vow well weighed in Heaven's decrees, 35 Rose, where she touched the strand, the Chantry of St. Bees. "Cruel of heart were they, bloody of hand," Who in these Wilds then struggled for command; The strong were merciless, without hope the weak; Till this bright Stranger came, fair as day-break, 40 And as a cresset true that darts its length At Danger's bidding, may confront the Like the fixed Light that crowns yon With thy stern aspect better far agrees 25 with ease, As millions thus shall do, the Headlands of St. Bees. How savage bosoms melted at the sound From her religious Mansion of St. Bees. When her sweet Voice, that instrument of love, 55 Was glorified, and took its place, above The silent stars, among the angelic quire, Her chantry blazed with sacrilegious fire, And perished utterly; but her good deeds Yet, while each useful Art augments her Had sown the spot, that witnessed them, store, with seeds 60 What boots the gain if Nature should Which lay in earth expectant, till a breeze With quickening impulse answered their lose more? And Wisdom, as she holds a Christian place 30 In man's intelligence sublimed by grace? mute pleas, And lo! a statelier pile, the Abbey of There are the naked clothed, the hungry It charms a feast-day throng of all de While in Judea Fancy loves to roam, Conscience, the timid being's inmost light, Cheers these Recluses with a steady ray In many an hour when judgment goes astray. 85 Ah! scorn not hastily their rule who try The forlorn traveller, or sailor wrecked On the bare coast; nor do they grudge the boon Which staff and cockle hat and sandal Peasant and mail-clad Chief with pious shoon awe; Claim for the pilgrim: and, though chid- As at this day men seeing what they ings sharp 95 saw, May sometimes greet the strolling min- Or the bare wreck of faith's solemnities, Yet more; around those Churches, To Prowess guided by her insight keen gathered Towns Matter and Spirit are as one Machine; Safe from the feudal Castle's haughty Boastful Idolatress of formal skill She in her own would merge the eternal will: frowns; Peaceful abodes, where Justice might uphold Her scales with even hand, and culture Nor dost thou fail, thro' abject love of ease, 135 1 See "Excursion," seventh part; and "Ecclesiastical Sketches," second part, near the be ginning. |