2. Ye plough-shares sparkling on the slopes! Ye snow-white lambs that trip Ye trees, that may to-morrow fall Of life's uneasy game the stake, O care! O guilt! O vales and plains, A Genius dwells, that can subdue 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! 3. List to those shriller notes! that march Perchance was on the blast, When, through this Height's inverted arch, -They saw, adventurously impelled, This block and whose Church-like frame yon, Gives to the savage Pass its name. Be thankful, even though tired and faint, 4. My Soul was grateful for delight A veil is lifted can she slight The scene that opens now? Though habitation none appear, Is of the clime in which we live ; Who comes not hither ne'er shall know How beautiful the world below; Nor can he guess how lightly leaps Farewell, thou desolate Domain ! Hope, pointing to the cultured Plain, And who is she? Can that be Joy! Who, with a sunbeam for her guide, "Whate'er the weak may dread, the wicked dare, Thy lot, O Man, is good, thy portion fair!" XXXVI. EVENING ODE, COMPOSED UPON AN EVENING OF EXTRAORDINARY SPLENDOUR AND BEAUTY. 1. HAD this effulgence disappeared But 'tis endued with power to stay, That frail Mortality may see What is ?ah no, but what can be! While choirs of fervent Angels sang Their vespers in the grove; Or, ranged like stars along some sovereign height, Warbled, for heaven above and earth below, Strains suitable to both. Such holy rite, Methinks, if audibly repeated now From hill or valley, could not move Sublimer transport, purer love, Than doth this silent spectacle- the gleam The shadow- and the peace supreme! |