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His Majesty, if I misinterpret not. Sailing athwart St. Margaret's.

| Hampden.

Hail, fleet herald Strafford. 'Twere politic and just of tempest! that rude pilot who shall that Williams taste

The bitter fruit of his connection with | Hearts free as his, to realms as pure as
The schismatics. But you, my Lord thee,

Beyond the shot of tyranny,
Who owed your first promotion to his Beyond the webs of that swoln spider ...

Beyond the curses, calumnies, and lies
Who grew beneath his smile-- Of atheist priests!

And thou
Laud. Would therefore beg Fair star, whose beam lies on the wide
The office of his judge from this High Atlantic,

Athwart its zones of tempest and of calm,
That it shall seem, even as it is, that I, Bright as the path to a beloved home,
In my assumption of this sacred robe, Oh, light us to the isles of the evening
Have put aside all worldly preference,

land! All sense of all distinction of all persons, Like floating Edens cradled in the All thoughts but of the service of the

glimmer Church.

Of sunset, through the distant mist of Bishop of Lincoln!

years Williams. Peace, proud hierarch! Touched by departing hope, they gleam! I know my sentence, and I own it just.

lone regions, Thou wilt repay me less than I deserve, Where power's poor dupes and victims In stretching to the utmost

yet have never Propitiated the savage fear of kings With purest blood of noblest hearts;


Is yet unstained with tears of those who well, his Daughter, and young Sir HARRY VANE.


To weep each day the wrongs on which Hampden, England, farewell! thou

it dawns; who hast been my cradle, Whose sacred silent air owns yet no Shalt never be my dungeon or my grave! echo I held what I inherited in thee, Of formal blasphemies; nor impious As pawn for that inheritance of freedom

rites Which thou hast sold for thy despoiler's Wrest man's free worship, from the God smile:

who loves, How can I call thee England, or my To the poor worm who envies us his country?—

love! Does the wind hold ?

Receive, thou young of Paradise, Vane.

The vanes sit steady | These exiles from the old and sinsul Upon the Abbey towers. The silver world!

lightnings Of the evening star, spite of the city's This glorious clime, this firmament, smoke,

whose lights Tell that the north wind reigns in the Dart mitigated influence through their upper air.

veil Tark too that flock of fleecy-winged Of pale blue atmosphere; whose tears clouds

keep green

The pavement of this moist all-feeding The frozen wind crept on above,

The freezing stream below.
This vaporous horizon, whose dim round
Is bastioned by the circumfluous sea,

“There was no leaf upon the forest bare, Repelling invasion from the sacred

No flower upon the ground, towers,

And little motion in the air
Presses upon me like a dungeon's grate,

Except the mill-wheel's sound. **
A low dark roof, a damp and narrow wall.
The boundless universe
Becomes a cell too narrow for the soul
That owns no master; while the loath-|

liest ward
Of this wide prison, England, is a nest Swift as a spirit hastening to his
Of cradling peace built on the mountain

task tops,—

Of glory and of good, the Sun sprang To which the eagle spirits of the free, L forth Which range through heaven and earth, | Rejoicing in his splendour, and the and scorn the storm

mask of time, and gaze upon the light of of darkness fell from the awakened truth,

EarthReturn to brood on thoughts that cannot

| The smokeless altars of the mountain die And cannot be repelled.


Flamed above crimson clouds, and at Like eaglets floating in the heaven of

the birth time, They soar above their quarry, and shall of light, the Ocean's orison arose, stoop

To which the birds tempered their Through palaces and temples thunder

matin lay. proof.

All flowers in field or forest which an.

close SCENE V.

Their trembling eyelids to the kiss of Archy. I'll go live under the ivy day, that overgrows the terrace, and count Swinging their censers in the element, the tears shed on its old roots as the With orient incense lit by the new ray [wind) plays the song of

Burned slow and inconsumably, and “ A widow bird sate mourning

sent Upon a wintry bough."

Their odorous sighs up to the smiling [Sings]

air; Heigho! the lark and the owl !

And, in succession due, did continent, One fies the morning, and one lulls the night:

Isle, ocean, and all things that in them Only the nightingale, poor fond soul,

wear Sings like the fool through darkness The form and character of mortal mouli, and light.

| Rise as the Sun their father rose, to

bear “A widow bird sate mourning for her love

Their portion of the toil, which he of Upon a wintry bough;


Took as his own, and then imposed on Thick strewn with summer dust, and a them:

great stream But I, whom thoughts which must re. Of people there was hurrying to and main untold


Numerous as gnats upon the evening Had kept as wakeful as the stars that

gleam, gem The cone of night, now they were laid | All hastening onward, yet none seemed asleep

to know Stretched my faint limbs beneath the Whither he went, or whence he came, hoary stem

or why Which an old chestnut Aung athwart | He made one of the multitude, and so the steep

Was borne amid the crowd, as through Of a green Apennine : before me fled T

the sky The night; behind me rose the day; one of the million leaves of summer's the deep

Was at my feet, and Heaven above my old age and youth, manhood and in-

When a strange trance over my fancy

| Mixed in one mighty torrent did appear, Which was not slumber, for the shade | Some flying from the thing they feared, it spread

and some Was so transparent, that the scene came

Seeking the object of another's fear; through As clear as when a veil of light is drawn

And others as with steps towards the

tomb, O'er evening hills they glimmer; and I

Pored on the trodden worms that crawled knew

beneath, That I had felt the freshness of that | And others mournfully within the gloom

dawn, Bathed in the same cold dew my brow of their own shadow walked and called and hair,


it death; And sate as thus upon that slope of And some fled from it as it were a lawn

ghost, Under the self-same bough, and heard

and heard Half fainting in the affliction of vain

breath: as there The birds, the fountains and the ocean But more, with motions which each hold

other crost, Sweet talk in music through the en- | Pursued or shunned the shadows the amoured air,

clouds threw, And then a vision on my brain was Or birds within the noonday ether lost, rolled.

| Upon that path where flowers never As in that trance of wondrous thought

grew, — I lay,

And, weary with vain toil and saint for This was the tenour of my waking thirst, dream :

Heard not the fountains, whose melodiMethought I sate beside a public way

ous dew

This walayance of

Out of their mossy cells for ever burst; The guidance of that wonder-winged Nor felt the breeze which from the

team; forest told

The shapes which drew it in thick Of grassy paths and wood-lawns inter lightnings spersed

Were lost :- I heard alone on the air's

soft stream With overarching elms and caverns cold, And violet banks where sweet dreams The music of their ever-moving wings. brood, but they

All the four faces of that charioteer Pursued their serious folly as of old. Had their eyes banded ; little profit

brings And as I gazed, methought that in the way

Speed in the van and blindness in the The throng grew wilder, as the woods

rear, of June

Nor then avail the beams that quench When the south wind shakes the extin

the sun guished day,

Or that with banded eyes could pierce And a cold glare, intenser than the the sphere noon,

Or all that is, has been or will be done ; But icy cold, obscured with blinding

So ill was the car guided-but it past light The sun, as he the stars. Like the

With solemn speed majestically on. young moon

The crowd gave way, and I arose aghast, When on the sunlit limits of the night

Or seemed to rise, so mighty was the Her white shell trembles amid crimson

trance, " | And saw, like clouds upon the thunder

blast, And whilst the sleeping tempest gathers might

The million with fierce song and maniac Doth, as the herald of its coming, bear

dance The ghost of its dead mother, whose

Raging around-such seemed the jubilee

| As when to greet some conqueror's dim form Bends in dark ether from her insant's

advance chair, —

Imperial Rome poured forth her living So came a chariot on the silent storm

sea of its own rushing splendour, and a From senate - house, and forum, and Shape

theatre, So sate within, as one whom years


upon the free deform,

Had bound a yoke, which soon they Beneath a dusky hood and double cape,

stooped to bear. Crouching within the shadow of a tomb : Nor wanted here the just similitude And o'er what seemed the head a cloud- | | Of a triumphal pageant, for where'er like crape

The chariot rolled, a captive multitude Was bent, a dun and faint ethereal gloom | Was driven ;-all those who had grown Tempering the light. Upon the chariot old in power beam

Or misery, -all who had their age subA Janus-visaged Shadow did assume



By action or by suffering, and whose Throw back their heads and loose their hour

streaming hair ; Was drained to its last sand in weal or And in their dance round her who dims woe,

the sun, So that the trunk survived both fruit and flower ;

Maidens and youths Aing their wild

arms in air All those whose fame or infamy must As their feet twinkle; they recede, and grow

now Till the great winter lay the form and Bending within each other's atmosphere,

name Of this green earth with them for ever Kindle invisibly—and as they glow,low ;

Like moths by light attracted and

repelled, All but the sacred few who could not

Oft to their bright destruction come and tame Their spirits to the conquerors—but as

go, • soon

| Till like two clouds into one vale imAs they had touched the world with

pelled, living flame,

That shake the mountains when their Fled back like eagles to their native lightnings mingle noon,

And die in rain-the fiery band which Or those who put aside the diadem

held Of earthly thrones or gems...

Their natures, snaps-while the shock Were there, of Athens or Jerusalem,

still may tingle ; Were neither 'mid the mighty captives One falls and then another in the path seen,

Senseless—nor is the desolation single, Nor 'mid the ribald crowd that followed them,

Yet ere I can say where - the chariot Nor those who went before fierce and

Past over them—nor other trace I find obscene.

But as of foam after the ocean's wrath The wild dance maddens in the van, and those

Is spent upon the desert shore ;- behind, Who lead it--fleet as shadows on the Old men and women foully disarrayed, green,

Shake their gray hairs in the insulting Outspeed the chariot, and without repose Mix with each other in tempestuous | And follow in the dance, with limbs measure

decayed, To savage music, wilder as it grows,

Seeking to reach the light which leaves They, tortured by their agonising

them still pleasure,

| Farther behind and deeper in the shade. Convulsed and on the rapid whirlwinds

But not the less with impotence of will spun Of that fierce spirit, whose unholy leisure They wheel, though ghastly shadows

interpose Was soothed by mischief since the Round them and round each other, and world begun,




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