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Ceilinged and roofed, that is so fair a thing
And dimly-gleaming nest,-a hollow crown
Of golden leaves inlaid with silver down,
I gazed-and, self-accused while gazing, sighed
Unfolding, did not fruitlessly exhort
To reverend watching of each still report
The cowslip bank and shady willow-tree,
And the fresh meads
s ; where flowed from every
Of his full bosom, gladsome piety!
DECAY OF PIETY
FT have I seen, ere time had
ploughed my cheek,
Matrons and sires-who, punctual
to the call
Of their loved church, on fast or
Through the long year the house of prayer would
By Christmas snows, by visitation bleak
Of Easter winds, unscared, from hut or hall
I see the places where they once were known,
Alas! even then they seemed like fleecy clouds
That, struggling through the western sky, have
Their pensive light from a departed sun!
Is sinking down in its tranquillity;
The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea:
Listen! the mighty Being is awake,
And doth with His eternal motion make
A sound like thunder-everlastingly.
Dear child! dear girl! that walkest with me
If thou appear untouched by solemn thought,
Thy nature is not therefore less divine:
Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year;
And worshipp'st at the temple's inner shrine,
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.