XXII. DECAY OF PIETY. OFT have I seen, ere Time had ploughed my cheek, Of their loved Church, on fast or festival Through the long year the House of Prayer would seek: Of Easter winds, unscared, from hut or hall I see the places where they once were known, Alas! even then they seemed like fleecy clouds XXIII. COMPOSED ON THE EVE OF THE MARRIAGE OF A FRIEND IN WHAT need of clamorous bells, or ribands gay, Modest her mien; and she, whose thoughts keep pace Will thank you. Faultless does the Maid appear; No disproportion in her soul, no strife: But, when the closer view of wedded life XXIV. FROM THE ITALIAN OF MICHAEL ANGELO. YES! hope may with my strong desire keep pace, And I be undeluded, unbetrayed; For if of our affections none find grace In sight of Heaven, then, wherefore hath God made As hallows and makes pure all gentle hearts. XXV. FROM THE SAME, No mortal object did these eyes behold When first they met the placid light of thine, And my Soul felt her destiny divine, And hope of endless peace in me grew bold: Heaven-born, the Soul a heaven-ward course must hold ; Beyond the visible world she soars to seek (For what delights the sense is false and weak) Ideal Form, the universal mould. The wise man, I affirm, can find no rest In that which perishes: nor will he lend His heart to aught which doth on time depend. sense, unbridled will, and not true love, 'Tis That kills the soul: love betters what is best, Even here below, but more in heaven above. XXVI. FROM THE SAME. TO THE SUPREME BEING. THE prayers I make will then be sweet indeed If Thou the spirit give by which I My unassisted heart is barren clay, pray : That of its native self can nothing feed: No man can find it: Father! thou must lead. The fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind, |