Thanks given to God for daily bread, and here, They are in truth the Substance, we the Shadows." So spake the mild Jeronymite, his griefs Melting away within him like a dream Ere he had ceased to gaze, perhaps to speak: And I, grown old, but in a happier land, Domestic Portrait! have to verse consigned In thy calm presence those heart-moving words: Words that can soothe, more than they agitate; Whose spirit, like the angel that went down Into Bethesda's pool, with healing virtue Informs the fountain in the human breast Which by the visitation was disturbed. But why this stealing tear? Companion mute, On thee I look, not sorrowing; fare thee well, My Song's Inspirer, once again farewell!* 1884. * The pile of buildings, composing the palace and convent of San Lorenzo, has, in common usage, lost its proper name in that of the Escurial, a village at the foot of the hill upon which the splendid edifice, built by Philip the Second, stands. It need scarcely be added that Wilkie is the painter alluded to. XLI. THE FOREGOING SUBJECT RESUMED. AMONG a grave fraternity of Monks, For One, but surely not for One alone, Yet representing, amid wreck and wrong Though but a simple object, into light Called forth by those affections that endear The private hearth; though keeping thy sole seat POEMS OF SENTIMENT AND REFLECTION. 319 Or sacred wonder, growing with the power In faithful scales, things and their opposites, A household small and sensitive, whose love, Dependent as in part its blessings are Upon frail ties dissolving or dissolved On earth, will be revived, we trust, in heaven.* 1884. XLII. So fair, so sweet, withal so sensitive, Would that the little Flowers were born to live, Conscious of half the pleasure which they give; That to this mountain-daisy's self were known * In the class entitled "Musings," in Mr. Southey's Minor Poems, is one upon his own miniature picture, taken in childhood, and another upon a landscape painted by Gaspar Poussin. It is possible that every word of the above verses, though similar in subject, might have been written had the author been unacquainted with those beautiful effusions of poetic sentiment. But, for his own satisfaction, he must be allowed thus publicly to acknowledge the pleasure those two Poems of his Friend have given him, and the grateful influence they have upon his mind as often as he reads them, or thinks of them. And what if hence a bold desire should mount So might he ken how by his sovereign aid And were the Sister-power that shines by night So privileged, what a countenance of delight Would through the clouds break forth on human sight! Fond fancies! wheresoe'er shall turn thine eye, On earth, air, ocean, or the starry sky, Converse with Nature in pure sympathy; All vain desires, all lawless wishes quelled, XLIII. UPON SEEING A COLORED DRAWING OF THE BIRD OF PARADISE IN AN ALBUM. WHO rashly strove thy Image to portray? How could he think of the live creature, In all her brightness, from the dancing crest Or in the diver's grasp fetched up from caves Plumes that might catch, but cannot keep, a stain; Resplendent Wanderer! followed with glad eyes Where'er her course; mysterious Bird! To whom, by wondering Fancy stirred, Eastern Islanders have given A holy name, the Bird of Heaven! And even a title higher still, The Bird of God! whose blessed will She seems performing as she flies |