The atrocities that followed filled him with horror and dismay. Robespierre's fall revived for a brief interval his hopes. The news of it reached him as he was crossing the sands at Ulverstone : 'Come now, ye golden times,' 'But this ecstasy was of short duration: the cloud which hung over France became as dense and as dark as ever; and his sadness was not relieved, but pressed with a wearier weight upon his soul.' He was distressed with a very turmoil of perplexity and doubt. It was at this time he owed so much to his sister's influence :Then it was Thanks to the bounteous Giver of all Good That the belovéd sister, in whose sight Those days were pass'd. Maintain'd for me a saving intercourse His democratical opinions gradually passed away, but left behind tempered feelings of deep and tender sympathy with the poor, and a quick appreciation of the grace and simple dignity of which humble life is susceptible. From the fretful stir' of human passion, from the burden of the mystery,' from The heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world,1 Wordsworth fled for refuge to a peaceful spiritual contemplation of nature. He has written few finer or more characteristic verses than some which he composed in 1798, upon revisiting the sweet scenery of the Wye : I have learn'd To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes 1 Prelude, 291; Memoirs, etc., 84. 4 Poet. Works: Tintern Abbey' (1798), i. 151. 2 Memoirs, etc., 84. Nor harsh, nor grating, though of ample power All thinking things, all objects of all thought, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul No doubt there are in this poem and in others of the same period traces of something like a pantheistic philosophy in which enthusiastic love of nature degenerates into nature-worship, and the thought of God is merged in the contemplation of the works of God. At the least, there is an evident tendency to exaggerate the power of nature as a means of purifying humanity, and supporting it amid infirmity and sorrows.2 In his later years, while his delight in natural beauty remained strong as ever, he was more invariably quick to discern that the soul of man, fallen as it is from innocence, cannot find the wisdom and the happiness it craves in any mere outward things. It needs aids and remedies more truly divine than these. The following passage, lovely as it is, needs the correction supplied in the later verses, quoted next after them :— Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege 1 Poet. Works: Tintern Abbey' (1798), i. 151. 2 Cf. his verses on the Simplon Pass (1799), ii. 100, and those upon the 'Influences of Nature in his Childhood,' i. 93, also in 1799. 3 Cf. Memoirs, i. 48. The mind that is within us, so impress Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Compare it with the following part of his 4th 'Evening But who is innocent? By grace divine, : To all that Earth from pensive hearts is stealing, But from the first there was little fear that Wordsworth's influence could be otherwise than conducive to true religious feeling. The pure and genuine enthusiasm of a mind sensitively awake to a spiritual presence in all that surrounded him, and to 'the types and symbols of eternity,' manifested to man in outward forms of earth and sea and sky, is almost sure to be beneficial to those who feel its influence. Even if it be in excess, it is not likely to lead men astray. Those finer chords of feeling to which it appeals are very rarely in danger, among the majority of even cultivated men, of being excited into undue or too frequent action. The reader, however much he may admire, is far more likely to lag behind 1 Poet. Works: 'Tintern Abbey' (1798), i. 154; ‘One Impulse from a Vernal Wood' (1798), iv. 181. 2 Poet. Works: Fourth Evening Voluntary,' iv. 127. Id.: 'The Simplon Pass' (1799), ii. 100. the poet's thought that to be led in advance of it. Moreover and is so dosely allled to the regions sentiment that it may be generally trusted in the end to favour and promote it Watever stirs the mind to refect spot trunk and beauty, spod the ideal and supra-sensa spon the traces of a Divine image both in nature and kuumanity is adapted to enlarge the val and prepare it for a pad reception of the noblest katies of Christianity. Wordsworth, throughout his Me in the earlier as well as in his later works, was a true religious teacher, and a teacher whose direct or indirect int lence has been very widely felt The Christian Year, for instance, even if it had been written, would certainly never have gained the popularity it has had, were it not for the growth of that finer, semi-religious love of nature which Wordsworth and his brother writers did so much to disseminate and increase. Charles Lamb (1775-1834) was also one in that vociety of poets, of whom Wordsworth, Coleridge, Southey, and Rogers were the other principal members. His earlier poems were published in 1797, conjointly with other verses by Coleridge and Charles Lloyd. Southey hailed the volume with delight, and thought that none other that had lately appeared could be compared with it. Certainly, there is often a grave and gentle reflectiveness about Lamb's poetry which is very fascinating. He had no love for the country. Beyond all other men whom I have ever met,' writes his biographer, he was essentially metropolitan.' When Wordsworth dwelt upon the beauties of the Lake Country, and pressed him to come and see him there, he answered that he was 'not at all romance-bit about Nature. . . . When all is said, it is but a house to live in.' Nevertheless, he was a lover of Wordsworth's poetry; and Coleridge, his old school-fellow at Christ's Hospital, he loved and admired throughout life with a Life of R. Southey, by his Son, i. 329. 2 Barry Cornwall's Memoir of Charles Lamb, 222. 3 Id. 84. fervency of attachment far surpassing that of any common friendship. Lamb had many sympathies in common with his friends, and, like theirs, his poetry was always pure and high-toned. He not unfrequently touches in his verse upon religious subjects, as in his 'Vision of Repentance,' or in his lines upon the 'Sabbath Bells,' whichwherever heard, Strike pleasant on the sense, most like the voice Of one, who from the far-off hills proclaims In the following, from his 'Lines on Leonardo da Vinci's Picture of the Virgin of the Rocks,' there is a something which may slightly remind the reader of a passage in Wordsworth's noble Ode to Immortality:' But at her side An angel doth abide, A glory, an amenity, Passing the dark condition Of blind humanity, As if he surely knew All the blest wonders would ensue, Or he had lately left the upper sphere, And had read all the sovran schemes and divine riddles there.2 He was certainly not one of those who have thought that poetry is exercised to a disadvantage upon divine subjects. Witness the following:— The truant Fancy was a wanderer ever A lone enthusiast maid. She loves to walk 1 Poetical Works of Charles Lamb, 70. 2 Id. 48. |