XXVII. CAVE OF STAFFA. (AFTER THE CROWD HAD DEPARTED.) THANKS for the lessons of this Spot-fit school For the presumptuous thoughts that would assign divine; Mechanic laws to agency And, measuring heaven by earth, would overrule Infinite Power. The pillared vestibule, Expanding yet precise, the roof embowed, Might seem designed to humble man, when proud XXVIII. CAVR OF STAFFA. YE shadowy Beings, that have rights and claims Where are ye? Driven or venturing to the spot, While he struck his desolate harp without hopes or aims. Why keep we else the instincts whose dread law If eyes be still sworn vassals of belief, Yon light shapes forth a Bard, that shade a Chief. XXIX. FLOWERS ON THE TOP OF THE PILLARS AT THE HOPE smiled when your nativity was cast, Children of Summer! Ye fresh Flowers that brave XXX. IONA. ON to Iona!-What can she afford To us save matter for a thoughtful sigh, In urgent contrast? To diffuse the WORD (Thy Paramount, mighty Nature! and Time's Lord) Their wrongs, since they fulfilled their destiny? Garlands shall wear of amaranthine bloom, While heaven's vast sea of voices chants their praise. XXXI IONA. (UPON LANDING.) How sad a welcome! To each voyager Some ragged child holds up for sale a store Of wave-worn pebbles, pleading on the shore Yet is yon neat trim church a grateful speck Strewn far and wide. Think, proud Philosopher! Still on her sons, the beams of mercy shine; And hopes, perhaps more heavenly bright than thine, *A grace by thee unsought and unpossest, A faith more fixed, a rapture more divine Shall gild their passage to eternal rest.' |