Adding immortal labours of his own— Whether he traced historic truth, with zeal 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 Patriot's mind By reverence for the rights of all mankind. Wide were his aims, yet in no human breast Could private feelings meet for holier rest. His joys, his griefs, have vanished like a cloud From Skiddaw's top; but he to heaven was vowed Through his industrious life, and Christian faith Calmed in his soul the fear of change and death. ON THE PROJECTED KENDAL AND WINDERMERE RAILWAY 1844. 1845 Is then no nook of English ground secure From rash assault? Schemes of retirement sown In youth, and 'mid the busy world kept pure For MARY's humble, SARAH's silent claim, That their pure joy in nature may survive From age to age in blended memory. THE WESTMORELAND GIRL TO MY GRANDCHILDREN PART I SEEK who will delight in fable Far and wide on hill and valley But, as chanced, a Cottage-maiden Whirled adown the rocky channel, Oh! it was a frightful current Saved by courage that with danger PART II Now, to a maturer Audience, Let me speak of this brave Child Left among her native mountains With wild Nature to run wild. So, unwatched by love maternal, Mother's care no more her guide, Fared this little bright-eyed Orphan Even while at her father's side. Scarcely less than sacred passions, Anglers, bent on reckless pastime, Merciful protectress, kindling Many a captive hath she rescued, Listen yet awhile; with patience Yes, the wild Girl of the mountains She, fulfilling her sire's office, When his spirit was departed On that service she went forth; Nor will fail the like to render When his corse is laid in earth. What then wants the Child to temper, To control the froward impulse 10 20 30 50 AT FURNESS ABBEY WELL have yon Railway Labourers to THIS ground Withdrawn for noontide rest. They sit, they walk Among the Ruins, but no idle talk Is heard; to grave demeanour all are bound; And from one voice a Hymn with tuneful sound Hallows once more the long-deserted Quire And thrills the old sepulchral earth, around. Others look up, and with fixed eyes admire That wide-spanned arch, wondering how it was raised, To keep, so high in air, its strength and grace: All seem to feel the spirit of the place, And by the general reverence God is praised: Profane Despoilers, stand ye not reproved, While thus these simple-hearted men are moved? "YES! THOU ART FAIR, YET YES! thou art fair, yet be not moved "WHAT HEAVENLY SMILES! O LADY MINE" 1845. 1845 WHAT heavenly smiles! O Lady mine forefathers in their simple state of society. How touching and beautiful were, in most instances, the names they gave to our indigenous flowers, or any other they were familiarly acquainted with! - Every month for many years have we been importing plants and flowers from all quarters of the globe, many of which are spread through our gardens, and some perhaps likely to be met with on the few Commons which we have left. Will their botanical names ever be displaced by plain English appellations, which will bring them home to our hearts by connection with our joys and sorrows? It can never be, unless society treads back her steps towards those simplicities which have been banished by the undue influence of towns spreading and spreading in every direction, so that city-life with every generation takes more and more the lead of rural. Among the ancients, villages were reckoned the seats of barbarism. Refinement, for the most part false, increases the desire to accumulate wealth; and while theories of political economy are boastfully pleading for the practice, inhumanity pervades all our dealings in buying and selling This selfishness wars against disinterested imagination in all directions, and, evils coming round in a circle, barbarism spreads in every quarter of our island. Oh for the reign of justice, and then the humblest man among us would have more power and dignity in and about him than the highest have now! |