Imperishable majesty streamed forth From thy empyreal throne, the elect of earth Shall be divested at the appointed hour Of all dishonour, cleansed from mortal stain. -Accomplish, then, their number; and concludo Time's weary course! Or if, by thy decree, The consummation that will come by stealth Be yet far distant, let thy Word prevail, Oh let thy Word prevail, to take away The sting of human nature. Spread the law, As it is written in thy holy book,
Throughout all lands: let every nation hear The high behest, and every heart obey; Both for the love of purity, and hope Which it affords, to such as do thy will And persevere in good, that they shall rise, To have a nearer view of thee, in heaven. -Father of good! this prayer in bounty grant, In mercy grant it, to thy wretched sons. Then, nor till then, shall persecution cease, And cruel wars expire. The way is marked, The guide appointed, and the ransom paid. Alas! the nations, who of yore received These tidings, and in Christian temples meet The sacred truth to acknowledge, linger still; Preferring bonds and darkness to a state Of holy freedom, by redeeming love Proffered to all, while yet on earth detained.
So fare the many; and the thoughtful few, Who in the anguish of their souls bewail This dire perverseness, cannot choose but ask, Shall it endure ?-Shall enmity and strife, Falsehood and guile, be left to sow their seed; And the kind never perish? Is the hope Fallacious, or shall righteousness obtain A peaceable dominion, wide as earth, And ne'er to fail? Shall that blest day arrive When they, whose choice or lot it is to dwell In crowded cities, without fear shall live Studious of mutual benefit; and he,
Whom Morning wakes, among sweet dews and flowers Of every clime, to till the lonely field,
Be happy in himself? The law of faith
Working through love, such conquest shall it gain, Such triumph over sin and guilt achieve? Almighty Lord, thy further grace impart! And with that help the wonder will be seen Fulfilled, the hope accomplished; and thy praise Be sung with transport and unceasing joy.
Once, while the Name, Jehovah, was a sound Within the circuit of this sea-girt isle
Unheard, the savage nations bowed their heads
To gods delighting in remorseless deeds; Gods which themselves had fashioned, to promote Ill purposes, and flatter foul desires.
Then in the bosom of yon mountain-cove, To those inventions of corrupted man Mysterious rites were solemnized; and there- Amid impending rocks and gloomy woods- Of those dread Idols some perchance received Such dismal service, that the loudest voice Of the swoln cataracts (which now are heard Soft murmuring) was too weak to overcome, Though aided by wild winds, the groans and shrieks Of human victims, offered up to appease Or to propitiate. And, if living eyes
Had visionary faculties to see
The thing that hath been as the thing that is, Aghast we might behold this spacious Mere Bedimmed with smoke, in wreaths voluminous Flung from the body of devouring fires, To Taranis erected on the heights
By priestly hands, for sacrifice performed Exultingly, in view of open day
And full assemblage of a barbarous host; Or of Andates, female Power! who gave (For so they fancied) glorious victory.
-A few rude monuments of mountain-stone Survive; all else is swept away.-How bright The appearances of things! From such, how changed The existing worship; and with those compared, The worshippers how innocent and blest!
So wide the difference, a willing mind At this affecting hour, might almost think, That paradise, the lost abode of man, Was raised again: and to a happy few, In its original beauty, here restored.
Whence but from thee, the true and only God, And from the faith derived through him who bled Upon the cross, this marvellous advance
Of good from evil; as if one extreme
Were left, the other gained?-O ye, who come To kneel devoutly in yon reverend Pile, Called to such office by the peaceful sound Of sabbath bells; and ye, who sleep in earth, All cares forgotten, round its hallowed walls! For you, in presence of this little band Gathered together on the green hillside, Your Pastor is emboldened to prefer Vocal thanksgiving to the eternal King;
Whose love, whose counsel, whose commands, have made
Your very poorest rich in peace of thought
And in good works; and him, who is endowed
With scantiest knowledge, master of all truth
Which the salvation of his soul requires. Conscious of that abundant favour showered On you, the children of my humble care; On your abodes, 'mid this beloved land,
Our birth-place, home, and country, while on earth We sojourn loudly do I utter thanks,
With earnest joy, that will not be suppressed. These barren rocks, your stern inheritance; These fertile fields, that recompense your pains; The shadowy vale, the sunny mountain-top; Woods waving in the winds their lofty heads, Or hushed; the roaring waters, or the still- They see the offering of my lifted hands, They hear my lips present their sacrifice, They know if I be silent, morn or even; For, though in whispers speaking, the full heart Will find a vent; and thought is praise to him, Audible praise, to thee, omniscient Mind, From whom all gifts descend, all blessings flow !"
This vesper-service closed, without delay, From that exalted station to the plain Descending, we pursued our homeward course, In mute composure, o'er the shadowy lake, Beneath a faded sky. No trace remained Of those celestial splendours; gray the vault- Pure, cloudless ether; and the star of eve Was wanting; but inferior lights appeared Faintly, too faint almost for sight; and some Above the darkened hills stood boldly forth In twinkling lustre, ere the boat attained Her mooring-place; where, to the sheltering tree, Our youthful Voyagers bound fast her prow, With prompt yet careful hands. This done, we paced The dewy fields; but ere the Vicar's door Was reached, the Solitary checked his steps: Then, intermingling thanks, on each bestowed A farewell salutation; and, the like Receiving, took the slender path that leads To the one cottage in the lonely dell, His chosen residence. But, ere he turned Aside, a welcome promise had been given That he would share the pleasures and pursuits Of yet another summer's day, consumed
In wandering with us through the valleys fair, And o'er the mountain-wastes. "Another sun," Said he, "shall shine upon us, ere we part; Another sun, and peradventure more; If time, with free consent, be yours to give, And season favours."
To enfeebled Power, From this communion with uninjured Minds, What renovation had been brought; and what
Degree of healing to a wounded spirit, Dejected, and habitually disposed To seek, in degradation of the Kind, Excuse and solace for her own defects; How far those erring notions were reformed; And whether aught, of tendency as good And pure, from further intercourse ensued; This if delighted hopes, as heretofore, Inspire the serious song, and gentle Hearts Cherish, and lofty Minds approve the past My future labours may not leave untold.
"Weak is the will of Man, his judgment blind; Remembrance persecutes, and Hope betrays; Heavy is woe; and joy, for human kind, A mournful thing, so transient is the blaze!" Thus might he paint our lot of mortal days Who wants the glorious faculty, assigned To elevate the more-than-reasoning Mind, And colour life's dark cloud with orient rays. Imagination is that sacred power, Imagination lofty and refined:
'Tis her's to pluck the amaranthine flower Of Faith, and round the Sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.
The Poem of the White Doe of Rylstone is founded on a local tradition, and on the Ballad in Percy's Collection, entitled "The Rising of the North." The tradition is as follows:-"About this time," not long after the Dissolution, "a White Doe, say the aged people of the neighbourhood, long continued to make a weekly pilgrimage from Rylstone over the fells of Bolton, and was constantly found in the Abbey Churchyard during divine service; after the close of which she returnad home as regularly as the rest of the congregation."
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