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And the Land's humblest comforts. Now her mood
Recalls the transformation of the flood,
Whose rage the gentle skies in vain reprove,
Of headstrong will! Can this be Piety?
No, some fierce Maniac hath usurped her name;
PREJUDGED by foes determined not to spare,
Whose heart still flutters, though his wings forbear
Why tarries then thy chariot? Wherefore stay,
* See Note.
AFFLICTIONS OF ENGLAND.
HARP! couldst thou venture, on thy boldest string,
Of dread Jehovah; then should wood and waste
Off to the mountains, like a covering
Of which the Lord was weary. Weep, O weep!
FROM THE RESTORATION TO THE PRESENT
I SAW the figure of a lovely Maid
Seated alone beneath a darksome tree,
Set off her brightness with a pleasing shade.
No Spirit was she; that my heart betrayed,
But while I gazed in tender reverie,
(Or was it sleep that with my Fancy played?)
LAST night, without a voice, that Vision spake
Thou, too, dost visit oft my midnight dream;
If thou hast fallen, and righteous Heaven restore
CHARLES THE SECOND.
with rapture greeted, and caress'd
With frantic love,
his kingdom to regain?
Away, Circean revels!
But for what gain? if England soon must sink
Into a gulf which all distinction levels,
That bigotry may swallow the good name,
And, with that draught, the life-blood misery,
By Poets loathed; from which Historians shrink!
Yet Truth is keenly sought for, and the wind Charged with rich words poured out in thought's
Whether the Church inspire that eloquence,
Or a Platonic Piety confined
To the sole temple of the inward mind;
And one there is who builds immortal lays,
Though doomed to tread in solitary ways,
Sad thoughts; for from above the starry sphere
Shines through his soul,-"that he may see and tell
Of things invisible to mortal sight."
WALTON'S BOOK OF LIVES.
THERE are no colors in the fairest sky
So fair as these. The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an Angel's wing. With moistened
We read of faith and purest charity
In Statesman, Priest, and humble Citizen:
Around meek Walton's heavenly memory.