Like to the Pontic monarch of old days, And made him friends of mountains: with the stars And the quick Spirit of the Universe IX 200 Where thoughts serenely sweet express "THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT' THE harp the monarch minstrel swept, The King of men, the loved of Heaven, Which Music hallow'd while she wept O'er tones her heart of hearts had given, Redoubled be her tears, its chords are riven ! It soften'd men of iron mould, It gave them virtues not their own; No ear so dull, no soul so cold, That felt not, fired not to the tone, Till David's lyre grew mightier than his throne ! It told the triumphs of our King, Since then, though heard on earth no more, To sounds that seem as from above, remove. IF THAT HIGH WORLD' If that high world, which lies beyond It must be so: 't is not for self That we so tremble on the brink; And, striving to o'erleap the gulf, Yet cling to Being's severing link. Oh! in that future let us think To hold each heart the heart that shares; With them the immortal waters drink, And soul in soul grow deathless theirs! 'THE WILD GAZELLE' THE wild gazelle on Judah's hills May glance in tameless transport by. A step as fleet, an eye more bright, The cedars wave on Lebanon, But Judah's statelier maids are gone! More blest each palm that shades those plains For, taking root, it there remains From lips that moved not and unbreathing frame, Like cavern'd winds, the hollow accents came. Saul saw, and fell to earth, as falls the oak, At once, and blasted by the thunder-stroke Why is my sleep disquieted? To thy heart thy hand shall guide: Crownless, breathless, headless fall, Son and sire, the house of Saul!' SEAHAM, February, 1815. 'ALL IS VANITY, SAITH THE PREACHER' FAME, wisdom, love, and power were mine, I strive to number o'er what days The serpent of the field, by art And spells, is won from harming; But that which coils around the heart, Oh! who hath power of charming? It will not list to wisdom's lore, Nor music's voice can lure it; But there it stings for evermore The soul that must endure it. SEAHAM, 1815. |