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I calmed her fears, and she was calm,
My bright and beauteous Bride.
Hymn Before Sunrise, In The Vale Of Chamouni.
HAST thou a charm to stay the morning star
0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee,
Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer
l worshipped the Invisible alone.
Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody,
Awake, my soul! not only passive praise
Thou first and chief, sole sovran of the Vale,
Oh, struggling with the darkness all the night,
And you, ye five wild torrents, fiercely glad!
Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain— Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet ?— God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God! God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!
Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost! Ye wild goats sporting round the eagle's nest! Ye eagles, playmates of the mountain-storm! Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the clouds! Ye signs and wonders of the elements,
Utter forth God, and fill the hills with praise!
Thou, too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene, Into the depth of clouds that veil thy breast— Thou too again, stupendous Mountain! thou, That as I raise my head, awhile bowed low In adoration, upward from thy base Slow travelling with dim eyes suffused with tears, Solemnly seemcst, like a vapoury cloud, To rise before me—Rise, oh, ever rise, Rise like a cloud of incense from the earth! Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills, Thou dread ambassador from Earth to Heaven, Great hierarch! tell thou the silent sky, And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun, Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
Born 1774. Died 1843.
IMITATED FROM THE PERSIAN.
LORD! who art merciful as well as just, Incline Thine ear to me, a child of dust! Not what I would, O Lord! I offer Thee,
Alas! but what I can.
Accept my sacrifice and humble prayer.
MY days among the Dead are past;
The mighty minds of old;
With them I take delight in weal,
And seek relief in woe;
How much to them I owe,
My thoughts are with the Dead, with them
I live in long past years,
Partake their hopes and fears,
My hopes are with the Dead, anon
And I with them shall travel on
Yet leaving here a name, I trust,
Which will not perish in the dust.
The Magic Thread.
THE thread she spun it gleamed like gold
And then again she spake,