INSIDE OF KING'S COLLEGE CHAPEL, CAMBRIDGE. 101 XLIII. INSIDE OF KING'S COLLEGE CHAPEL, CAMBRIDGE. TAX not the royal Saint with vain expense, Of white-robed Scholars only-this immense Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore So deemed the man who fashioned for the sense XLIV. THE SAME. WHAT awful perspective! while from our sight 1 1827. Their portraiture the lateral windows hide * King Henry VI., who founded King's College, Cambridge.—ED. 102 EJACULATION. Imbue your prison-bars with solemn sheen, The notes luxuriate, every stone is kissed XLV. CONTINUED. THEY dreamt not of a perishable home Who thus could build. Be mine, in hours of fear Infinity's embrace; whose guardian crest, XLVI. EJACULATION. GLORY to GOD! and to the POWER who came In filial duty, clothed with love divine, * St Paul's Cathedral, built by Sir Christopher Wren (1675-1710).—ED. CONCLUSION. That made his human tabernacle shine Like Ocean burning with purpureal flame; Or like the Alpine Mount, that takes its name Earth prompts-Heaven urges; let us seek the light, When first our infant brows their lustre won; At the approach of all-involving night. XLVII. CONCLUSION. WHY sleeps the future, as a snake enrolled, Coil within coil, at noon-tide? For the WORD 103 Yields, if with unpresumptuous faith explored, Power at whose touch the sluggard shall unfold His drowsy rings. Look forth!-THAT STREAM behold, That Stream upon whose bosom we have passed Floating at ease while nations have effaced Nations, and Death has gathered to his fold Long lines of mighty Kings-look forth, my Soul ! The living Waters, less and less by guilt Till they have reached the eternal City-built 1 1827. (Nor in that 1822. Some say that Monte Rosa takes its name from a belt of rock at its summit-a very unpoetical and scarcely a probable supposition.-W. W., Only three Poems and two Sonnets were written in 1823. The former include the Stanzas to Memory, and those addressed To the Lady Fleming, on seeing the Foundation preparing for the erection of Rydal Chapel, Westmoreland. As aptly, also, might be given A Pencil to her hand; That, softening objects, sometimes even Outstrips the heart's demand; That smoothes foregone distress, the lines Of lingering care subdues, Long-vanished happiness refines, And clothes in brighter hues; Yet, like a tool of Fancy, works Those Spectres to dilate That startle Conscience, as she lurks Within her lonely seat. O that our lives, which flee so fast, In purity were such, That not an image of the past Should fear that pencil's touch! Retirement then might hourly look TO THE LADY FLEMING. Age steal to his allotted nook With heart as calm as lakes that sleep, In frosty moonlight glistening; Along a channel smooth and deep, To their own far-off murmurs listening. 105 For the circumstances which gave rise to this poem, see the Fenwick note to the lines, Written in a Blank Leaf of Macpherson's Ossian, in the Scottish tour of 1833.-ED. TO THE LADY FLEMING,1 ON SEEING THE FOUNDATION PREPARING FOR THE ERECTION OF RYDAL CHAPEL,2 WESTMORELAND. [After thanking Lady Fleming in prose for the service she had done to her neighbourhood by erecting this Chapel, I have nothing to say beyond the expression of regret that the architect did not furnish an elevation better suited to the site in a narrow mountain-pass, and, what is of more consequence, better constructed in the interior for the purposes of worship. It has no chancel; the altar is unbecomingly confined; the pews are so narrow as to preclude the possibility of kneeling with comfort; there is no vestry; and what ought to have been first mentioned, the font, instead of standing at its proper place at the entrance, is thrust into the farther end of a pew. When these defects shall be pointed out to the munificent Patroness, they will, it is hoped, be corrected.*] I. BLEST is this Isle-our native Land; Where battlement and moated gate Are objects only for the hand Of hoary Time to decorate; Rydal Chapel remained in the state mentioned in the Fenwick note till the year 1884.-ED. |