the miscellaneous writings and speeches-3-第51章

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l。　A　voice　comes　forth。　　But　what；　or　where？　On　the　earth；　or　in　the　air？　Like　the　midnight　winds　that　blow　Round　a　lone　cottage　in　the　snow；　With　howling　swell　and　sighing　fall；　It　wails　along　the　trophied　hall。　In　such　a　wild　and　dreary　moan　The　watches　of　the　Seraphim　Poured　out　all　night　their　plaintive　hymn　Before　the　eternal　throne。　Then；　when　from　many　a　heavenly　eye　Drops　as　of　earthly　pity　fell　For　her　who　had　aspire　too　high；　For　him　who　loved　too　well。　When；　stunned　by　grief；　the　gentle　pair　From　the　nuptial　garden　fair；　Linked　in　a　sorrowful　caress；　Strayed　through　the　untrodden　wilderness；　And　close　behind　their　footsteps　came　The　desolating　sword　of　flame；　And　drooped　the　cedared　alley's　pride；　And　fountains　shrank；　and　roses　died。　〃Rejoice；　O　Son　of　God；　rejoice；〃　Sang　that　melancholy　voice；　〃Rejoice；　the　maid　is　fair　to　see；　The　bower　is　decked　for　her　and　thee；　The　ivory　lamps　around　it　throw　A　soft　and　pure　and　mellow　glow。　Where'er　the　chastened　lustre　falls　On　roof　or　cornice；　floor　or　walls；　Woven　of　pink　and　rose　appear　Such　words　as　love　delights　to　hear。　The　breath　of　myrrh；　the　lute's　soft　sound；　Float　through　the　moonlight　galleries　round。　O'er　beds　of　violet　and　through　groves　of　spice；　Lead　thy　proud　bride　into　the　nuptial　bower；　For　thou　hast　bought　her　with　a　fearful　price；　And　she　hath　dowered　thee　with　a　fearful　dower。　The　price　is　life。　　The　dower　is　death。　Accursed　loss！　　Accursed　gain！　For　her　thou　givest　the　blessedness　of　Seth；　And　to　thine　arms　she　brings　the　curse　of　Cain。　Round　the　dark　curtains　of　the　fiery　throne　Pauses　awhile　the　voice　of　sacred　song：　From　all　the　angelic　ranks　goes　forth　a　groan；　'How　long；　O　Lord；　how　long？'　The　still　small　voice　makes　answer；　'Wait　and　see；　Oh　sons　of　glory；　what　the　end　shall　be。'　〃But；　in　the　outer　darkness　of　the　place　Where　God　hath　shown　his　power　without　his　grace；　Is　laughter　and　the　sound　of　glad　acclaim；　Loud　as　when；　on　wings　of　fire；　Fulfilled　of　his　malign　desire；　From　Paradise　the　conquering　serpent　came。　The　giant　ruler　of　the　morning　star　From　off　his　fiery　bed　Lifts　high　his　stately　head；　Which　Michael's　sword　hath　marked　with　many　a　scar。　At　his　voice　the　pit　of　hell　Answers　with　a　joyous　yell；　And　flings　her　dusky　portals　wide　For　the　bridegroom　and　the　bride。　〃But　louder　still　shall　be　the　din　In　the　halls　of　Death　and　Sin；　When　the　full　measure　runneth　o'er；　When　mercy　can　endure　no　more；　When　he　who　vainly　proffers　grace；　Comes　in　his　fury　to　deface　The　fair　creation　of　his　hand；　When　from　the　heaven　streams　down　amain　For　forty　days　the　sheeted　rain；　And　from　his　ancient　barriers　free；　With　a　deafening　roar　the　sea　Comes　foaming　up　the　land。　Mother；　cast　thy　babe　aside：　Bridegroom；　quit　thy　virgin　bride：　Brother；　pass　thy　brother　by：　'Tis　for　life；　for　life；　ye　fly。　Along　the　drear　horizon　raves　The　swift　advancing　line　of　waves。　On：　　on：　　their　frothy　crests　appear　Each　moment　nearer；　and　more　near。　Urge　the　dromedary's　speed；　Spur　to　death　the　reeling　steed；　If　perchance　ye　yet　may　gain　The　mountains　that　o'erhang　the　plain。　〃Oh　thou　haughty　land　of　Nod；　Hear　the　sentence　of　thy　God。　Thou　hast　said；　'Of　all　the　hills　Whence；　after　autumn　rains；　the　rills　In　silver　trickle　down；　The　fairest　is　that　mountain　white　Which　intercepts　the　morning　light　From　Cain's　imperial　town。　On　its　first　and　gentlest　swell　Are　pleasant　halls　where　nobles　dwell；　And　marble　porticoes　are　seen　Peeping　through　terraced　gardens　green。　Above　are　olives；　palms；　and　vines；　And　higher　yet　the　dark…blue　pines；　And　highest　on　the　summit　shines　The　crest　of　everlasting　ice。　Here　let　the　God　of　Abel　own　That　human　art　hath　wonders　shown　Beyond　his　boasted　paradise。'　〃Therefore　on　that　proud　mountain's　crown　Thy　few　surviving　sons　and　daughters　Shall　see　their　latest　sun　go　down　Upon　a　boundless　waste　of　waters。　None　salutes　and　none　replies；　None　heaves　a　groan　or　breathes　a　prayer　They　crouch　on　earth　with　tearless　eyes；　And　clenched　hands；　and　bristling　hair。　The　rain　pours　on：　　no　star　illumes　The　blackness　of　the　roaring　sky。　And　each　successive　billow　booms　Nigher　still　and　still　more　nigh。　And　now　upon　the　howling　blast　The　wreaths　of　spray　come　thick　and　fast；　And　a　great　billow　by　the　tempest　curled　Falls　with　a　thundering　crash；　and　all　is　o'er。　In　what　is　left　of　all　this　glorious　world？　A　sky　without　a　beam；　a　sea　without　a　shore。　〃Oh　thou　fair　land；　where　from　their　starry　home　Cherub　and　seraph　oft　delight　to　roam；　Thou　city　of　the　thousand　towers；　Thou　palace　of　the　golden　stairs；　Ye　gardens　of　perennial　flowers；　Ye　moted　gates；　ye　breezy　squares；　Ye　parks　amidst　whose　branches　high　Oft　peers　the　squirrel's　sparkling　eye；　Ye　vineyards；　in　whose　trellised　shade　Pipes　many　a　youth　to　many　a　maid；　Ye　ports　where　rides　the　gallant　ship；　Ye　marts　where　wealthy　burghers　meet；　Ye　dark　green　lanes　which　know　the　trip　Of　woman's　conscious　feet；　Ye　grassy　meads　where；　when　the　day　is　done；　The　shepherd　pens　his　fold；　Ye　purple　moors　on　which　the　setting　sun　Leaves　a　rich　fringe　of　gold；　Ye　wintry　deserts　where　the　larches　grow；　Ye　mountains　on　whose　everlasting　snow　No　human　foot　hath　trod；　Many　a　fathom　shall　ye　sleep　Beneath　the　grey　and　endless　deep；　In　the　great　day　of　the　revenge　of　God。〃　。。。

THE　COUNTRY　CLERGYMAN'S　TRIP　TO　CAMBRIDGE。　AN　ELECTION　BALLAD。　（1827。）　As　I　sate　down　to　breakfast　in　state；　At　my　living　of　Tithing…cum…Boring；　With　Betty　beside　me　to　wait；　Came　a　rap　that　almost　beat　the　door　in。　I　laid　down　my　basin　of　tea；　And　Betty　ceased　spreading　the　toast；　〃As　sure　as　a　gun；　sir；〃　said　she；　〃That　must　be　the　knock　of　the　post。〃　A　letterand　freebring　it　here　I　have　no　correspondent　who　franks。　No！　　Yes！　　Can　it　be？　　Why；　my　dear；　'Tis　our　glorious；　our　Protestant　Bankes。　〃Dear　sir；　as　I　know　you　desire　That　the　Church　should　receive　due　protection；　I　humbly　presume　to　require　Your　aid　at　the　Cambridge　election。　〃It　has　lately　been　brought　to　my　knowledge；　That　the　Ministers　fully　design　To　suppress　each　cathedral　and　college；　And　eject　every　learned　divine。　To　assist　this　detestable　scheme　Three　nuncios　from　Rome　are　come　over；　They　left　Calais　on　Monday　by　steam；　And　landed　to　dinner　at　Dover。　〃An　army　of　grim　Cordeliers；　Well　furnished　with　relics　and　vermin；　Will　follow；　Lord　Westmoreland　fears；　To　effect　what　their　chiefs　may　determine。　Lollard's　bower；　good　authorities　say；　Is　again　fitting　up　for　a　prison；　And　a　wood…merchant　told　me　to…day　'Tis　a　wonder　how　faggots　have　risen。　〃The　finance　scheme　of　Canning　contains　A　new　Easter…offering　tax；　And　he　means　to　devote　all　the　gains　To　a　bounty　on　thumb…screws　and　racks。　Your　living；　so　neat　and　compact　Pray；　don't　let　the　news　give　you　pain！　Is　promised；　I　know　for　a　fact；　To　an　olive…faced　Padre　from　Spain。〃　I　read；　and　I　felt　my　heart　bleed；　Sore　wounded　with　horror　and　pity；　So　I　flew；　with　all　possible　speed；　To　our　Protestant　champion's　committee。　True　gentlemen；　kind　and　well…bred！　No　fleering！　no　distance！　no　scorn！　They　asked　after　my　wife　who　is　dead；　And　my　children　who　never　were　born。　They　then；　like　high…principled　Tories；　Called　our　Sovereign　unjust　and　unsteady；　And　assailed　him　with　scandalous　stories；　Till　the　coach　for　the　voters　was　ready。　That　coach　might　be　wel