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III. 2.

Lo, steel-clad War his gorgeous standard rears!
The redcross squadrons madly rage*,
And mow through infancy and age;

Then kiss the sacred dust and melt in tears.
Veiling from the eye of day,

Penance dreams her life away;

In cloister'd solitude she sits and sighs,
While from each shrine still small responses rise.
Hear with what heartfelt beat the midnight bell
Flings its slow summons through the hollow
pile!

The weak wan votarist leaves her twilight cell,

To walk, with taper dim, the winding aisle ; With choral chantings vainly to aspire Beyond this nether sphere, on Rapture's wing of fire.

III. 3.

Lord of each pang the nerves can feel,
Hence with the rack and reeking wheel,
Faith lifts the soul above this little ball!
While gleams of glory open round,
And circling choirs of angels call,

Canst thou, with all thy terrors crown'd,
Hope to obscure that latent spark
Destined to shine when suns are dark?
Thy triumphs cease! through every land,
Hark! Truth proclaims thy triumphs cease:
Her heavenly form, with glowing hand,
Benignly points to piety and peace.

* This remarkable event happened at the siege and sack of Jerusalem, in the last year of the eleventh century. Hume, I. 221.

Flush'd with youth, her looks impart
Each fine feeling as it flows;
Her voice, the echo of her heart,
Pure as the mountain snows:
Celestial transports round her play,
And softly sweetly die away.
She smiles! and where is now the cloud

That blacken'd o'er thy baneful reign? Grim Darkness furls her leaden shroud, Shrinking from her glance in vain. Her touch unlocks the dayspring from above, And lo! it visits man with beams of light and love.

ROGERS.

FRANCE.

YE clouds! that far above me float and pause,
Whose pathless march no mortal may control!
Ye Ocean-waves! that, wheresoe'er ye roll,
Yield homage only to eternal laws!
Ye woods that listen to the night-bird's singing,

Midway the smooth and perilous steep reclined;
Save when your own imperious branches swinging
Have made a solemn music of the wind!
Where, like a man beloved of God,
Through glooms, which never woodman trod,
How oft, pursuing fancies holy,

My moonlight way o'er flowering weeds I wound, Inspired, beyond the guess of folly,

By each rude shape and wild unconquerable sound!

O, ye loud waves, and O, ye forests high,
And O, ye clouds that far above me soar'd!
Thou rising sun, thou blue rejoicing sky!

Yea, every thing that is and will be free! Bear witness for me, wheresoe'er ye be, With what deep worship I have still adored The spirit of divinest Liberty..

When France in wrath her giant limbs uprear'd,
And, with that oath which smote air, earth,
and sea,
[free,
Stamp'd her strong foot and said, she would be
Bear witness for me, how I hoped and fear'd!
With what a joy my lofty gratulation

Unawed I sang, amid a slavish band:
And when to whelm the disenchanted nation,
Like fiends embattled by a wizard's wand,
The monarchs march'd in evil day,
And Britain join'd the dire array;

Though dear her shores and circling ocean, Though many friendships, many youthful loves Had swoln the patriot emotion,

And flung a magic light o'er all her hills and groves; Yet still my voice unalter'd sang defeat

To all that braved the tyrant-quelling lance, And shame too long delay'd, and vain retreat! For ne'er, O Liberty! with partial aim

I dimm'd thy light, or damp'd thy holy flame; But bless'd the pæans of deliver'd France, And hung my head, and wept at Britain's name!

'And what,' I said, though Blasphemy's loud

scream

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Though all the fierce and drunken passions wove A dance more wild than ever maniac's dream? Ye storms, that round the dawning east assembled,

The sun was rising, though ye hid his light!'
And when to soothe my soul, that hoped and
trembled,
[bright;
The dissonance ceased, and all seem'd calm and
When France, her front deep scarr'd and gory,
Conceal'd with clustering wreaths of glory;
When insupportably advancing,

Her arm made mockery of the warrior's ramp,
While, timid looks of fury glancing,

Domestic treason, crush'd beneath her fatal stamp, Writhed like a wounded dragon in his gore;

Then I reproach'd my fears that would not flee; 'And soon,' I said, 'shall Wisdom teach her lore In the low huts of them that toil and groan! And, conquering by her happiness alone,

Shall France compel the nations to be free, Till Love and Joy look round, and call the earth their own!'

Forgive me, Freedom! O, forgive those dreams!
I hear thy voice, I hear thy loud lament,
From bleak Helvetia's icy caverns sent-

I hear thy groans upon her blood-stain'd streams!
Heroes, that for your peaceful country perish'd;
And ye that, fleeing, spot the mountain snows

With bleeding wounds; forgive me, that I cherish'd

One thought that ever bless'd your cruel foes!
To scatter rage and traitorous guilt
Where Peace her jealous home had built,

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A patriot race to disinherit

Of all that made their stormy wilds so dear,

And with inexpiable spirit

[taineer!-
To taint the bloodless freedom of the moun-
O France! that mockest Heaven, adulterous, blind,
And patriot only in pernicious toils!

Are these thy boasts, champion of humankind:
To mix with kings in the low lust of sway,
Yell in the hunt, and share the murderous prey;
To' insult the shrine of liberty with spoils
From freemen torn; to tempt and to betray!

The sensual and the dark rebel in vain,

Slaves by their own compulsion! In mad game They burst their manacles, and wear the name Of Freedom graven on a heavier chain !

O Liberty! with profitless endeavour
Have I pursued thee many a weary hour:

But thou nor swell'st the victor's strain, nor ever
Didst breathe soul in forms of human power.
Alike from all, howe'er they praise thee
(Nor prayer nor boastful name delays thee),
Alike, from Priestcraft's harpy minions,

And factious Blasphemy's obscener slaves,
Thou speedest on thy subtle pinions, [waves!
The guide of homeless winds and playmate of the
And there I felt thee-on that seacliff's verge

Whose pines,scarce travel'd by the breeze above,
Had made one murmur with the distant surge!
Yes! while I stood and gazed, my temples bare,
And shot my being through earth, sea, and air,
Possessing all things with intensest love,
O Liberty, my spirit felt thee there!

COLERIDGE.

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