Had vanished, swallowed up with all that there Had for the common safety striven in vain, Or thither thronged for refuge. With quick glance Daughter and Sire through optic-glass discern, Clinging about the remnant of this Ship, Creatures -how precious in the Maiden's sight! For whom, belike, the old Man grieves still more Than for their fellow-sufferers engulfed 40 Where every parting agony is hushed, And hope and fear mix not in further strife. "But courage, Father! let us out to seaA few may yet be saved." The Daughter's words, Her earnest tone, and look beaming with faith, Dispel the Father's doubts: nor do they lack The noble-minded Mother's helping hand To launch the boat; and with her blessing cheered, And inwardly sustained by silent prayer, Together they put forth, Father and Child! Each grasps an oar, and struggling on they go Rivals in effort; and, alike intent 51 Here to elude and there surmount, they watch The billows lengthening, mutually crossed Hope to the hopeless, to the dying, life- Casting weak words amid a host of thoughts That no one breathing should be left to Adding immortal labours of his ownWhether he traced historic truth, with For the State's guidance, or the Church's weal, Or Fancy, disciplined by studious art, Informed his pen, or wisdom of the heart. Or judgments sanctioned in the Patrist mind By reverence for the rights of all mankin Wide were his aims, yet in no human breast Could private feelings meet for holier rest His joys, his griefs, have vanished like cloud From Skiddaw's top; but he to heaven va vowed Through his industrious life, and Christian RTH FROM A JUTTING RIDGE, AROUND WHOSE BASE” 779 FORTH from a jutting ridge, around whose base Winds our deep Vale, two heath-clad Rocks ascend In fellowship, the loftiest of the pair Unfolding prospects fair as human eyes And took no note of the hour while thence they gazed, The blooming heath their couch, gazed, side by side, In speechless admiration. I, a witness And frequent sharer of their calm delight With thankful heart, to either Eminence Gave the baptismal name each Sister bore. Now are they parted, far as Death's cold hand Hath power to part the Spirits of those who love As they did love. Ye kindred Pinnacles |