weathers, by day and night, over this Pass, alone and with beloved
friends.--I. F.]
Included among the "Poems of the Imagination."--ED.
I
Within the mind strong fancies work,
A deep delight the bosom thrills,
Oft as I pass along the fork
Of these fraternal hills:
Where, save the rugged road, we find 5
No appanage of human kind,
Nor hint of man; if stone or rock
Seem not his handy-work to mock
By something cognizably shaped;
Mockery[274]--or model roughly hewn, 10
And left as if by earthquake strewn,
Or from the Flood escaped:
Altars for Druid service fit;
(But where no fire was ever lit,
Unless the glow-worm to the skies 15
Thence offer nightly sacrifice)
Wrinkled Egyptian monument;
Green moss-grown tower; or hoary tent;
Tents of a camp that never shall be razed--[275]
On which four thousand years have gazed! 20
II
Ye plough-shares sparkling on the slopes!
Ye snow-white lambs that trip
Imprisoned 'mid the formal props
Of restless ownership!
Ye trees, that may[276] to-morrow fall 25
To feed the insatiate Prodigal![277]
Lawns, houses, chattels, groves, and fields,
All that the fertile valley shields;[278]
Wages of folly--baits of crime,
Of life's uneasy game the stake, 30
Playthings that keep the eyes awake
Of drowsy, dotard Time;--
O care! O guilt!--O vales and plains,
Here, 'mid[279] his own unvexed domains,
A Genius dwells, that can subdue 35
At once all memory of You,--
Most potent when mists veil the sky,
Mists that distort and magnify;
While the coarse rushes, to the sweeping breeze,
Sigh forth their ancient melodies! 40
III
List to those shriller notes!--_that_ march
Perchance was on the blast,
When, through this Height's inverted arch,
Rome's earliest legion passed![CW]
--They saw, adventurously impelled, 45
And older[280] eyes than theirs beheld,
This[281] block--and yon, whose church-like frame
Gives to this[282] savage Pass its name.[CX]
Aspiring Road! that lov'st to hide
Thy daring in a vapoury bourn, 50
Not seldom may the hour return
When thou shalt be my guide:
And I (as all men may find cause,[283]
When life is at a weary pause,
And they[284] have panted up the hill 55
Of duty with reluctant will)
Be thankful, even though tired and faint,
For the rich bounties of constraint;
Whence oft invigorating transports flow
That choice lacked courage to bestow! 60
IV
My[285] Soul was grateful for delight
That wore a threatening brow;
A veil is lifted--can she slight
The scene that opens now?
Though habitation none appear,[CY] 65
The greenness tells, man must be there;[286]
The shelter--that the pérspective
Is of the clime[287] in which we live;
Where Toil pursues his daily round;
Where Pity sheds sweet tears[288]--and Love, 70
In woodbine bower or birchen grove,
Inflicts his tender wound.
--Who comes not hither ne'er shall know
How beautiful the world below;
Nor can he guess how lightly leaps 75
The brook adown the rocky steeps,[CZ]
Farewell, thou desolate Domain!
Hope, pointing to the cultured plain,
Carols like a shepherd-boy;
And who is she?--Can that be Joy![DA] 80
Who, with a sunbeam for her guide,
Smoothly skims the meadows wide;
While Faith, from yonder opening cloud,
To hill and vale proclaims aloud,
"Whate'er the weak may dread, the wicked dare, 85
Thy lot, O Man, is good, thy portion fair!"[289]
A copy of this poem, sent in MS. to the Beaumonts at Coleorton, contains
the following preface--"Composed chiefly in a walk from the top of
Kirkstone to Patterdale, by W. Wordsworth, 1817"; and on the back of
this MS. (in which those variations from the earliest published version
occur, which are printed as "MS." readings in the previous footnotes,
and which ends with stanza iii.), the date is given, "Mr. Wordsworth's
verses, June 27, 1817."--ED.
VARIANTS:
[Footnote 274: 1820.
Rockery ... MS. copy, sent to Coleorton.
]
[Footnote 275: 1857.
... raised; 1820.
]
[Footnote 276: 1820.
... shall ... MS.
]
[Footnote 277: 1820.
To feed the careless Prodigal, MS.
So bids the careless Prodigal, MS.
]
[Footnote 278: 1820.
All that the beauteous valley shields. MS.
]
[Footnote 279: 1820.
Here in ... MS.
]
[Footnote 280: 1820.
... other ... MS.
]
[Footnote 281: 1820.
That ... MS.
]
[Footnote 282: 1836.
... the ... MS. and 1820.
]
[Footnote 283: 1836.
And I (as often we find cause, MS. and 1820.
]
[Footnote 284: 1836.
... we ... MS. and 1820.
]
[Footnote 285: 1820.
The ... MS.
]
[Footnote 286: 1820.
... tells us Man is near MS.
]
[Footnote 287: 1820.
... world ... MS.
]
[Footnote 288: 1820.
Where Pity's tears are shed ... MS.
]
FOOTNOTES:
[Footnote CV: The title in the edition of 1820 was _Ode, The Pass of
Kirkstone_.--ED.]
[Footnote CW: The top of Kirkstone Pass is aptly described as an
"inverted arch." There are numerous signs of the Roman occupation of
Britain still surviving in the district; the old Roman road to Penrith
running along the top of High Street, a little to the east of
Kirkstone.--ED.]
[Footnote CX: The block, which from its shape was called the Kirkstone,
lies to the west of the road, and a little way from the summit of the
Pass, on the right as one ascends from Patterdale.--ED.]
[Footnote CY: Towards Brothers Water.--ED.]
[Footnote CZ: "The walk up Kirkstone was very interesting. The becks
among the rocks were all alive. William showed me the little mossy
streamlet which he had before loved when he saw its bright green track
in the snow. The view above Ambleside very beautiful. There we sat and
looked down on the green vale. We watched the crows at a little distance
from us become white as silver as they flew in the sunshine, and when
they went still further, they looked like shapes of water passing over
the green fields." (Dorothy Wordsworth's Grasmere Journal, 16th April
1802.)--ED.]
[Footnote DA: Compare _Ode, Intimations of Immortality_, stanza iii.--
Thou Child of Joy,
Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy
Shepherd-boy!
ED.
]
LAMENT OF MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS
ON THE EVE OF A NEW YEAR
Composed 1817.--Published 1820
[This arose out of a flash of moonlight that struck the ground when I
was approaching the steps that lead from the garden at Rydal Mount to
the front of the house. "From her sunk eyes a stagnant tear stole forth"
is taken, with some loss, from a discarded poem, _The Convict_, in which
occurred, when he was discovered lying in the cell, these lines:--
But now he upraises the deep-sunken eye,
The motion unsettles a tear;
The silence of sorrow it seems to supply,
And asks of me--why I am here.--I. F.]
This was first published in "The River Duddon," etc., in 1820, but was
omitted from the four-volume edition of the "Poems" of 1820. In 1827 it
was placed among the "Poems founded on the Affections."--ED.
I
Smile of the Moon!--for so I name
That silent greeting from above;
A gentle flash of light that came
From her whom drooping captives love;
Or art thou of still higher birth? 5
Thou that didst part the clouds of earth,
My torpor to reprove!
II
Bright boon of pitying Heaven!--alas,
I may not trust thy placid cheer!
Pondering that Time to-night will pass 10
The threshold of another year;
For years to me are sad and dull;
My very moments are too full
Of hopelessness and fear.
III
And yet, the soul-awakening gleam, 15
That struck perchance the farthest cone
Of Scotland's rocky wilds, did seem
To visit me, and me alone;
Me, unapproached by any friend,
Save[290] those who to my sorrows lend 20
Tears due unto their own.
[291]
IV
To-night the church-tower bells will ring
Through these wide[292] realms a festive peal;
To the new year a welcoming;
A tuneful offering[293] for the weal 25
Of happy millions lulled in sleep;
While I am forced to watch and weep,[294]
By wounds that may not heal.
V
Born all too high, by wedlock raised
Still higher--to be cast thus low! 30
Would that mine eyes had never gazed
On aught of more ambitious show
Than the sweet flowerets of the fields!
--It is my royal state that yields
This bitterness of woe. 35
VI
Yet how?--for I, if there be truth
In the world's voice, was passing fair;
And beauty, for confiding youth,
Those shocks of passion can prepare
That kill the bloom before its time; 40
And blanch, without the owner's crime,
The most resplendent hair.[295]
VII
Unblest distinction! showered on me
To bind a lingering life in chains:
All that could quit my grasp, or flee,[296] 45
Is gone;--but not the subtle stains
Fixed in the spirit; for even here
Can I be proud that jealous fear
Of what I was remains.[297]
VIII
A woman rules my prison's key; 50
A sister Queen,[298] against the bent
Of law and holiest sympathy,
Detains me, doubtful of the event;
Great God, who feel'st for my distress,[299]
My thoughts are all that I possess, 55
O keep them innocent!
IX
Farewell desire of[300] human aid,
Which abject mortals vainly[301] court!
By friends deceived, by foes betrayed,
Of fears the prey, of hopes the sport; 60
Nought but the world-redeeming Cross
Is able to supply my loss,
My burthen to support.
X
Hark! the death-note of the year
Sounded by the castle-clock! 65
From her sunk eyes a stagnant tear
Stole forth, unsettled by the shock;
But oft the woods renewed their green,
Ere the tired head of Scotland's Queen
Reposed upon the block! 70
Compare the sonnet entitled _Captivity, Mary Queen of Scots_, composed
and published in 1819 (p. 191); also the sonnet, composed in 1833,
entitled _Mary Queen of Scots (Landing at the mouth of the Derwent,
Workington)_.--ED.
VARIANTS:
[Footnote 289: 1820.
Who comes not hither can he know
How beautiful the Vale below?
Companion of the Brook that leaps
And twines adown the rocky steeps,
As if impatient for the plain.
I utter a repentant strain,
And this the burden--cares enthral
And troubles crush--but spite of all
The weak are tempted to, the wicked dare,
Our lot is good, our portion fair. MS.
]
[Footnote 290: 1820.
But ... MS.
]
[Footnote 291: 1820.
Meek effluence--that, while I trod
With downcast eye in narrow space,
Did'st vivify the wintry sod,
As if an Angel filled the place
With softened light--thou wert a touch
Even to my heart of hearts--and such
Is every gift of grace.
{Oh }
{Yet} wherefore did it leave the sky,
And wherefore did it seem to speak
Of something bordering all too nigh
{On what I seldom dare }
{Of what full oft I deign} to seek,
A happier order for my doom,
A favoured era when the gloom
At length will cleave and break. MS.
]
[Footnote 292: 1820.
... wild ... MS.
]
[Footnote 293: 1820.
... opening ... MS.
]
[Footnote 294: 1820.
... forced lone watch to keep, MS.
]
[Footnote 295: 1820.
Yet how--for I--if there be truth
In the world's voice was passing fair,
And beauty might have led my youth
To sorrow, such as can impair
The loveliest cheek before its time,
And blanch in any state or clime
The most resplendent hair.
Man's foolish envy is a stream
Where wisdom's eye reflected sees
The fuel of a painful dream,
The incitements of a dire disease.
{A pageantry}
{ Ah what } is life but Powers let loose
And revelling in their own abuse. MS.
]
[Footnote 296: 1820.
All that could crumble into dust or flee MS.
]
[Footnote 297: 1820.
Unblest distinctions--that were mine
Early to lock in hapless chains
A lingering life that may consign
My memory to opprobrious stains
{Yet doth it make me proud--even here}
{Chained as I am that jealous fear }
{Yet faded, fallen, and crushed--even here}
{I can be proud that jealous fear }
With lurking pride that jealous fear
Of what I was, remains-- MS.
]
[Footnote 298: 1820.
A sister Sovereign ... MS.
]
[Footnote 299: 1820.
... pities my distress, MS.
]
[Footnote 300: 1827.
Farewell for ever ... MS. and 1820.
]
[Footnote 301: 1820.
... blindly ... MS.
]
1818
Still fewer than those of 1817 are the poems composed in 1818. They
comprise _The Pilgrim's Dream_, The five _Inscriptions, supposed to be
found in and near a Hermit's Cell_, and the stanzas _Composed upon an
Evening of extraordinary Splendour and Beauty, etc._ They were all
written at or near Rydal Mount; and their local allusions are all
Rydalian.
THE PILGRIM'S DREAM;
OR, THE STAR AND THE GLOW-WORM
Composed 1818.--Published 1820
[I distinctly recollect the evening when these verses were suggested in
1818. It was on the road between Rydal and Grasmere, where Glow-worms
abound.[DB] A Star was shining above the ridge of Loughrigg Fell, just
opposite. I remember a critic, in some review or other, crying out
against this piece. "What so monstrous," said he, "as to make a star
talk to a glow-worm!" Poor fellow! we know from this sage observation
what the "primrose on the river's brim" was to him.--I. F.]
One of the "Poems of the Fancy."--ED.
A pilgrim, when the summer day
Had closed upon his weary way,
A lodging begged beneath a castle's roof;
But him the haughty Warder spurned;
And from the gate the Pilgrim turned,[302] 5
To seek such covert as the field
Or heath-besprinkled copse might yield,
Or lofty[303] wood, shower-proof.
He paced along; and, pensively,
Halting beneath a shady tree, 10
Whose moss-grown root might serve for couch or seat,
Fixed on a Star his upward eye;
Then, from the tenant of the sky
He turned, and watched with kindred look,
A Glow-worm, in a dusky nook, 15
Apparent at his feet.
The murmur of a neighbouring stream
Induced a soft and slumbrous dream,
A pregnant dream, within whose shadowy bounds
He recognised the earth-born Star, 20
And _That_ which glittered from afar;[304]
And (strange to witness!) from the frame
Of the ethereal Orb, there came
Intelligible sounds.
Much did it taunt the humble Light[305] 25
That now, when day was fled, and night
Hushed the dark earth, fast closing weary eyes,[306]
A very reptile could presume
To show her taper in the gloom,
As if in rivalship with One 30
Who sate a ruler on his throne
Erected in the skies.
"Exalted Star!" the Worm replied,
"Abate this unbecoming pride,
Or with a less uneasy lustre shine; 35
Thou shrink'st as momently thy rays
Are mastered by the breathing haze;
While neither mist, nor thickest cloud
That shapes in heaven its murky shroud,
Hath power to injure mine. 40
But[307] not for this do I aspire
To match the spark of local fire,
That at my will burns on the dewy lawn,
With thy acknowledged glories;--No!
Yet, thus upbraided, I may show[308] 45
What favours do attend me here,
Till, like thyself, I disappear
Before the purple dawn."
When this in modest guise was said,
Across the welkin seemed to spread 50
A boding sound--for aught but sleep unfit!
Hills quaked, the rivers backward ran;
That Star, so proud of late, looked wan;
And reeled with visionary stir
In the blue depth, like Lucifer 55
Cast headlong to the pit!
Fire raged: and, when the spangled floor
Of ancient ether was no more,
New heavens succeeded, by the dream brought forth:
And all the happy Souls that rode 60
Transfigured through that fresh[309] abode
Had heretofore, in humble trust,
Shone meekly 'mid their native dust,
The Glow-worms of the earth!
This knowledge, from an Angel's voice 65
Proceeding, made the heart rejoice
Of Him who slept upon the open lea:
Waking at morn he murmured not;
And, till life's journey closed, the spot
Was to the Pilgrim's soul endeared, 70
Where by that[310] dream he had been cheered
Beneath the shady tree.
VARIANTS:
[Footnote 302: 1820.
... Convent's roof;
But him the haughty Abbot spurned,
And from the sumptuous gate he turned MS.
]
[Footnote 303: 1820.
The heath or rocky holt might yield,
Or leafy ... MS.
]
[Footnote 304: 1827.
And _That_ whose radiance gleamed from far; 1820.
... streamed ... MS.
]
[Footnote 305: 1845.
... the humbler Light 1820.
]
[Footnote 306: 1820.
That now, while sleep to solemn Night
Was offering gifts of duteous sacrifice, MS.
]
[Footnote 307: 1827.
Yet ... MS. and 1820.
]
[Footnote 308: 1827.
But it behoves that thou shouldst know MS. and 1820.
]
FOOTNOTES:
[Footnote DB: Compare _The Primrose of the Rock_ composed in 1831. The
rock which the Wordsworth family were in the habit of calling "Glow-worm
Rock" is on the right hand side of the road, as you ascend from Rydal,
by the middle path, over White Moss Common to Grasmere.--ED.]
INSCRIPTIONS SUPPOSED TO BE FOUND IN AND NEAR A HERMIT'S CELL
1818
Composed 1818.--Published 1820
The five poems which follow were placed among the "Inscriptions," from
1820 onwards.--ED.
I
"HOPES, WHAT ARE THEY?--BEADS OF MORNING"
Hopes, what are they?--Beads of morning
Strung on slender[311] blades of grass;
Or a spider's web adorning
In a strait and treacherous pass.[312]
What are fears but voices airy? 5
Whispering harm[313] where harm is not;
And deluding the unwary[314]
Till the fatal bolt is shot!
What is glory?--in the socket
See how dying tapers fare! 10
What is pride?--a whizzing rocket
That would emulate a star.
What is friendship?--do not trust her,
Nor the vows which she has made;
Diamonds dart their brightest lustre 15
From a palsy-shaken head.
What is truth?--a staff rejected;[315]
Duty?--an unwelcome clog;
Joy?--a moon by fits reflected[316]
In a swamp or watery bog;[317] 20
Bright, as if through ether steering,[318]
To the Traveller's eye it shone:
He hath hailed it re-appearing--
And as quickly it is gone;
Such is Joy--as quickly hidden,[319] 25
Or mis-shapen to the sight,
And by sullen weeds forbidden
To resume its native light.[320]
What is youth?--a dancing billow,
(Winds behind, and rocks before!)[321] 30
Age?--a drooping, tottering willow
On a flat and lazy shore.[322]
What is peace?--when pain is over,
And love ceases to rebel,
Let the last faint sigh discover 35
That precedes the passing knell!
Compare Carlyle's _Cui Bono_--
What is Hope? A smiling rainbow
Children follow through the wet;
'Tis not here, still yonder, yonder:
Never urchin found it yet.
What is Life? A thawing iceboard
On a sea with sunny shore;--
Gay we sail; it melts beneath us;
We are sunk, and seen no more.
What is Man? A foolish baby,
Vainly strives, and fights, and frets;
Demanding all, deserving nothing;--
One small grave is what he gets.
See his _Miscellaneous Essays_, vol. i. p. 352 (edition 1857).--ED.
II
INSCRIBED UPON A ROCK
[The monument of ice here spoken of I observed while ascending the
middle road of the three ways that lead from Rydal to Grasmere.[DC] It
was on my right hand, and my eyes were upon it when it fell, as told in
these lines.--I. F.]
Pause, Traveller! whosoe'er thou be
Whom chance may lead to this retreat,
Where silence yields reluctantly
Even to the fleecy straggler's bleat;
Give voice to what my hand shall trace, 5
And fear not lest an idle sound
Of words unsuited to the place
Disturb its solitude profound.
I saw this Rock, while vernal air
Blew softly o'er the russet heath, 10
Uphold a Monument as fair
As church or abbey furnisheth.
Unsullied did it meet the day,
Like marble, white, like ether, pure;
As if, beneath, some hero lay, 15
Honoured with costliest sepulture.
My fancy kindled as I gazed;
And, ever as the sun shone forth,
The flattered structure glistened, blazed,
And seemed the proudest thing on earth. 20
But frost had reared the gorgeous Pile
Unsound as those which Fortune builds--
To undermine with secret guile,
Sapped by the very beam that gilds.
And, while I gazed, with sudden shock 25
Fell the whole Fabric to the ground;
And naked left this dripping Rock,
With shapeless ruin spread around!
III
"HAST THOU SEEN, WITH FLASH INCESSANT"
[Where the second quarry now is, as you pass from Rydal to Grasmere,
there was formerly a length of smooth rock that sloped towards the road
on the right hand. I used to call it Tadpole Slope, from having
frequently observed there the water-bubbles gliding under the ice,
exactly in the shape of that creature.--I. F.]
Hast thou seen, with flash incessant,[323]
Bubbles gliding under ice,
Bodied forth and evanescent,
No one knows by what device?
Such are thoughts!--a wind-swept meadow[324] 5
Mimicking a troubled sea,
Such is life; and death a shadow
From the rock eternity![325]
IV
NEAR THE SPRING OF THE HERMITAGE
Troubled long with warring notions
Long impatient of thy rod,
I resign my soul's emotions
Unto Thee, mysterious God!
What avails the kindly shelter 5
Yielded by this craggy rent,
If my spirit toss and welter
On the waves of discontent?
Parching Summer hath no warrant
To consume this crystal Well; 10
Rains, that make each rill a torrent,
Neither sully it nor swell.
Thus, dishonouring not her station,
Would my Life present to Thee,
Gracious God, the pure oblation 15
Of divine tranquillity!
It is impossible to say where the "spring of the Hermitage" was, or was
supposed by Wordsworth to be. It may refer to some Rydalian retreat.
There is no spring or "crystal well" on St. Herbert's Island,
Derwentwater; but Inscription XIII. in the edition of 1820 is entitled
"For the Spot where the Hermitage stood on St. Herbert's Island,
Derwentwater."--ED.
V
"NOT SELDOM, CLAD IN RADIANT VEST"
Not seldom, clad in radiant vest,
Deceitfully goes forth the Morn;
Not seldom Evening in the west
Sinks smilingly forsworn.
The smoothest seas will sometimes prove, 5
To the confiding Bark, untrue;
And, if she trust the stars above,
They can be treacherous too.
The umbrageous Oak, in pomp outspread,
Full oft, when storms the welkin rend, 10
Draws lightning down upon the head
It promised to defend.
But Thou art true, incarnate Lord,
Who didst vouchsafe for man to die;
Thy smile is sure, thy plighted word 15
No change can falsify!
I bent before thy gracious throne,
And asked for peace on suppliant knee;[326]
And peace was given,--nor peace alone,
But faith sublimed to ecstasy![327] 20
VARIANTS:
[Footnote 309: 1820.
... fair abode MS.
]
[Footnote 310: 1820.
... this ... MS.
]
[Footnote 311: 1820.
... tender ... MS.
]
[Footnote 312: 1820.
In some strait and dangerous pass. MS.
]
[Footnote 313: 1820.
Haunting Man ... MS.
]
[Footnote 314: 1820.
But when danger meets the unwary MS.
]
[Footnote 315: 1820.
... a pearl rejected; MS.
]
[Footnote 316: 1827.
Joy?--a dazzling moon reflected 1820.
]
[Footnote 317: 1820.
... plashing bog; MS.
]
[Footnote 318: 1820.
Bright, and in a moment hidden, C.
]
[Footnote 319: 1837.
Gone, as if for ever hidden, 1820.
]
[Footnote 320: 1820.
Bright, as if through ether steering,
Not a moment past it shone;
Can we trust its re-appearing?
No, 'tis dim, mis-shapen, gone. MS.
... its dazzling light. C.
]
[Footnote 321: 1820.
... a sparkling billow
Shaped and instantly no more; MS.
]
[Footnote 322: 1820.
On a melancholy shore. MS.
]
[Footnote 323: 1820.
4 vol. edition.
... with train incessant, 1820.
1 vol. edition.
]
[Footnote 324: 1820.
See yon undulating meadow MS.
]
[Footnote 325: In a MS. this stanza follows the second last one in the
Inscription beginning, "Hopes, what are they?"]
FOOTNOTES:
[Footnote DC: And therefore not far from the _Glow-worm Rock_, if not
upon it. See the note to _The Pilgrim's Dream_, p. 167.--ED.]
COMPOSED UPON AN EVENING OF EXTRAORDINARY SPLENDOUR AND BEAUTY[DD]
Composed 1818.--Published 1820
[Felt, and in a great measure composed, upon the little mount in front
of our abode at Rydal. In concluding my notices of this class of poems,
it may be as well to observe that among the "Miscellaneous Sonnets" are
a few alluding to morning impressions, which might be read with mutual
benefit, in connection with these "Evening Voluntaries." See, for
example, that one on Westminster Bridge, that composed on a May Morning,
the one on the Song of the Thrush, and that beginning--"While beams of
orient light shoot wide and high."--I. F.]
In 1820 this was one of the "Poems of the Imagination." In 1837 it was
transferred to the "Evening Voluntaries."--ED.
I
Had this effulgence disappeared
With flying haste, I might have sent,
Among the speechless clouds, a look
Of blank astonishment;
But 'tis endued with power to stay, 5
And sanctify[328] one closing day,
That frail Mortality may see--
What is?--ah no, but what _can_ be!
Time was when field and watery cove
With modulated echoes rang, 10
While choirs of fervent Angels sang
Their vespers in the grove;[329]
Or, crowning, star-like, each some sovereign height,[330]
Warbled, for heaven above and earth below,
Strains, suitable to both.--Such holy rite, 15
Methinks, if audibly repeated now
From hill or valley, could not move[331]
Sublimer transport, purer[332] love,
Than doth this silent spectacle--the gleam--
The shadow--and the peace supreme! 20
II