LV. UPON THE LATE GENERAL FAST. MARCH 1832. RELUCTANT call it was; the rite delayed; And in the Senate some there were who doffed By their own daring. But the people prayed Their spirit mounted, crying, "God us aid!" LVI. IN my mind's eye a Temple, like a cloud Rose out of darkness: the bright Work stood still; Spirit divine through forms of human art : Faith had her arch-her arch, when winds blow loud, Into the consciousness of safety thrilled; And Love her towers of dread foundation laid Under the grave of things; Hope had her spire Star-high, and pointing still to something higher; "Hell-gates are powerless Phantoms when we build." LVII. CONCLUSION. TO. If these brief Records, by the Muses' art Cleaves the blank air, Life flies: now every day All fitful cares, all transitory zeal! So timely Grace the immortal wing may heal, *This line alludes to Sonnets which will be found in another Class. |