CXLVI. Simple, erect, severe, austere, sublime— Shrine of all saints and temple of all gods, From Jove to Jesus-spared and blest by time; (64) Arch, empire, each thing round thee, and man plods Of art and piety-Pantheon !—pride of Rome ! CXLVII. Relic of nobler days, and noblest arts! To art a model; and to him who treads Her light through thy sole aperture; to those And they who feel for genius may repose Their eyes on honour'd forms, whose busts around them close. (65) CXLVIII. There is a dungeon, in whose dim drear light (66) The blood is nectar :-but what doth she there, CXLIX. Full swells the deep pure fountain of young life, Where on the heart and from the heart we took Blest into mother, in the innocent look, No pain and small suspense, a joy perceives Man knows not, when from out its cradled nook She sees her little bud put forth its leaves— What may the fruit be yet?-I know not-Cain was Eve's. CL. But here youth offers to old age the food, The milk of his own gift:-it is her sire Great Nature's Nile, whose deep stream rises higher Than Egypt's river:-from that gentle side Drink, drink and live, old man! Heaven's realm holds no such tide. CLI. The starry fable of the milky way Has not thy story's purity; it is A constellation of a sweeter ray, With life, as our freed souls rejoin the universe. CLII. Turn to the Mole which Hadrian rear'd on high, (67) Imperial mimic of old Egypt's piles, Colossal copyist of deformity, Whose travell'd phantasy from the far Nile's To build for giants, and for his vain earth His shrunken ashes raise this dome: How smiles The gazer's eye with philosophic mirth, To view the huge design which sprung from such a birth! CLIII. But lo! the dome-the vast and wondrous dome, (68) To which Diana's marvel was a cell Christ's mighty shrine above his martyr's tomb! I have beheld the Ephesian's miracle— Its columns strew the wilderness, and dwell I have beheld Sophia's bright roofs swell CLIV. But thou, of temples old, or altars new, Of earthly structures, in his honour piled, Of a sublimer aspect? Majesty, Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty, all are aisled In this eternal ark of worship undefiled. CLV. Enter: its grandeur overwhelms thee not; |