On Carmel's crest; by Jordan's reverend stream, PROVIDENCE.1 FROM THE ITALIAN OF FILICAJA. Montgomery. EVEN as a mother o'er her children bending Even with her frowns a mother's fondness blending; 2 And when she seems her favours to deny, HYMN BEFORE SUNRISE IN THE VALE OF HAST thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? so long he seems to pause (1) This sonnet is extracted from the "Edinburgh Review," January, 1835. (2) For our prayers-on account of the wrong spirit of our prayers. (3) This noble composition, which is said to be, for the most part, a translation from the German, is a suitable companion for Milton's "Morning Hymn" (see p. 338) and Thomson's "Hymn of the Seasons" (see p. 387). On thy bald awful head, O sovran Blanc ! O dread and silent mount! I gazed upon thee, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thoughts, Thou first and chief, sole sovran of the vale! 2 Thyself earth's rosy star, and of the dawn (1) The dilating soul, &c.—i. e. the soul expanding, as it were, with the concep tions suggested by the sublime scene, to its natural dimensions, swelled even to heaven. A similar thought occurs in "Childe Harold" (canto iv. 155), in reference to the effect produced on the mind by the view of St. Peter's at Rome: "Thy mind, Expanded by the genius of the spot, (2) Thyself earth's rosy star-Mont Blanc is here spoken of as a star, because of the height of its summit above the vale-a rosy star because its peak is flushed at dawn with the rosy tints reflected from the clouds, so that it becomes in this way co-herald of the dawn, with the morning-star. Co-herald! wake, O wake, and utter praise! Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, And who commanded-and the silence came- Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven, God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! (1) "Besides the rivers Arvé and Arveiron, which have their sources in the foot of Mont Blanc, five conspicuous torrents rush down its sides."-Coleridge. (2) Invulnerable life-The conception of some of the torrents as endued with "invulnerable life," and exhibiting all the attributes of human power, passion, and joy, is finely contrasted with that below of others "stopped at once," and converted into "Motionless torrents! silent cataracts." (3) Living flowers, &c.—The Gentiana major, with its lovely blue corolla, is one of the flowers found in countless myriads "skirting the eternal frost" like a garland. (4) Soul-like sounds—i. e. such aërial sounds as might be fancifully attributed to invisible spirits. Ye signs and wonders of the elements ! Thou too, hoar mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Rise, like a cloud of incense, from the earth! Coleridge. ODE TO EVENING.2 Ir aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, Thy springs, and dying gales, O nymph reserved! while now the bright-haired sun (1) Unheard-from its great height. (2) Sir Egerton Brydges says of this ode:-"Such a scene of enchanting repose was never exhibited by Claude, or any other among the happiest of painters. It is vain to attempt to analyse the charm of this ode; it is so subtle, that it escapes analysis. Its harmony is so perfect, that it requires no rhyme. The objects are so happily chosen, and the simple epithets convey ideas and feelings so congenial to each other, as to throw the reader into the very mood over which the personified being so beautifully designed presides. No other poem on the same subject has the same magic." (3) Oaten stop-The ancient shepherd's pipe was sometimes made of oat-straw. (4) Brede (or braid) ethereal wove-The clouds, woven into a sort of airy fringe hang like a curtain over the sea-the sun's "wavy bed;" an exquisite conception Now air is hushed,1 save where the weak-eyed bat, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path, To breathe some softened strain, Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, For when thy folding-star arising shows Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge, The pensive Pleasures sweet, Then let me rove some wild and heathy scene, Or, if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires; (1) Now air, &c.-i. e. and now while, &c., teach me, maid composed, &c. (2) For, &c.-i. e. let me aid by some "softened strain" to celebrate thy loved return, for-inasmuch as-other votaries of thine-the hours, elves, &c.-are now preparing to greet thee too. (3) That, from, &c.—" In what short and simple terms does he (Collins) open a wide and majestic landscape to the mind, such as we might view from Benlomond or Snowdon, when he speaks of the hut that, from,' &c."-Campbell. |