Hence have I genial seasons, hence have I Smooth passions, smooth discourse, and joyous thought: And thus from day to day my little boat Blessings be with them-and eternal praise, LXXVI GLEN-ALMAIN; OR, THE NARROW GLEN In this still place, remote from men, Where rocks were rudely heaped, and rent As by a spirit turbulent; Where sights were rough, and sounds were wild, And everything unreconciled; In some complaining, dim retreat, For fear and melancholy meet; But this is calm; there cannot be Does then the Bard sleep here indeed? Was moved; and in such way expressed Their notion of its perfect rest. Would break the silence of this Dell: It is not quiet, is not ease; But something deeper far than these: LXXVII MEMORIAL NEAR THE OUTLET OF THE LAKE OF THUN: 'DEM ANDENKEN MEINES FREUNDES ALOYS REDING MDCCCXVIII. Aloys Reding, it will be remembered, was Captain-General of the Swiss forces, which, with a courage and perseverance worthy of the cause, opposed the flagitious and too successful attempt of Buonaparte to subjugate their country. AROUND a wild and woody hill A gravelled pathway treading, We reached a votive Stone that bears The name of Aloys Reding. Well judged the Friend who placed it there For silence and protection; And haply with a finer care Of dutiful affection. The Sun regards it from the West; And oft he tempts the patriot Swiss Till all is dim, save this bright Stone LXXVIII INCIDENT AT BRUGÈS IN Brugès town is many a street A harp that tuneful prelude made The measure, simple truth to tell, The shadow and the song. When silent were both voice and chords, Yet sad as sweet,-for English words It was a breezy hour of eve; And pinnacle and spire Quivered and seemed almost to heave, But, where we stood, the setting sun And, if the glory reached the Nun, Not always is the heart unwise, If even a passing Stranger sighs Such feeling pressed upon my soul, By one soft trickling tear that stole Fresh from the beauty and the bliss |