Whilst light and darkness bound it, To make it ours and thine ! Or, with thine harmonizing ardours fill And raise thy sons, as o'er the prone horizon Thy lamp feeds every twilight wave with fire Be man's high hope and unextinct desire, The instrument to work thy will divine! Then clouds from sunbeams, antelopes from leopards, And frowns and fears from Thee, Would not more swiftly flee Than Celtic wolves from the Ausonian shepherds. Whatever, Spirit, from thy starry shrine This city of thy worship ever free! - LIBERTY. I. THE fiery mountains answer each other; Their thunderings are echoed from zone to zone; The tempestuous oceans awake one another, And the ice-rocks are shaken round Winter's throne, When the clarion of the Typhoon is blown. II. From a single cloud the lightning flashes, An hundred are shuddering and tottering; the sound III. But keener thy gaze than the lightning's glare, IV. From billow and mountain and exhalation The sunlight is darted through vapour and blast; From spirit to spirit, from nation to nation, From city to hamlet thy dawning is cast, And tyrants and slaves are like shadows of night THE WORLD'S WANDERERS. I. TELL me, thou star, whose wings of light Speed thee in thy fiery flight, In what cavern of the night Will thy pinions close now? II. Tell me, moon, thou pale and grey III. Weary wind, who wanderest AN ALLEGORY. I. A PORTAL as of shadowy adamant Stands yawning on the highway of the Which we all tread, a cavern huge and g Around it rages an unceasing strife Of shadows, like the restless clouds that The gap of some cleft mountain, lifted hi Into the whirlwinds of the upper sky. II. And many pass it by with careless tread, Not knowing that a shadowy ... Tracks every traveller even to where the Wait peacefully for their companion n But others, by more curious humour led, Pause to examine, - these are very fe And they learn little there, except to kn That shadows follow them where'er they TIME LONG PAST. I. LIKE the ghost of a dear friend dead A tone which is now forever fled, II. There were sweet dreams in the night Of time long past : And, was it sadness or delight, Each day a shadow onward cast Which made us wish it yet might last That time long past. III. There is regret, almost remorse, |