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III.

At early dawn, — or rather when the air

Glimmers with fading light, and shadowy eve

Is busiest to confer and to bereave, —

Then, pensive Votary, let thy feet repair

To Gordale-chasm, terrific as the lair

Where the young lions couch; — for so, by leave

Of the propitious hour, thou may'st perceive

The local Deity, with oozy hair

And mineral crown, beside his jagged urn

Recumbent: — Him thou may'st behold, who hides

His lineaments by day, and there presides,

Teaching the docile waters how to turn;

Or, if need be, impediment to spurn,

And force their passage to the salt-sea tides!

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IV.

MALHAM COVE.

Was the aim frustrated by force or guile, When giants scooped from out the rocky ground — Tier under tier — this semicirque profound? (Giants — the same who built in Erin's isle That Causeway with incomparable toil!) O, had this vast theatric structure wound With finished sweep into a perfect round, No mightier work had gained the plausive smile Of all-beholding Phoebus! But, alas, Vain earth! — false world! — Foundations must be laid In Heav'n; for, mid the wreck of is and Was, Things incomplete and purposes betrayed Make sadder transits o'er truth's mystic glass Than noblest objects utterly decayed.

COMPOSED DURING A SEVERE STORM.

One who was suffering tumult in his soul —
Yet failed to seek the sure relief of prayer —
Went forth — his course surrendering to the care
Of the fierce wind, while mid-day lightnings prowl
Insidiously, — untimely thunders growl, —
While trees, dim-seen, in frenzied numbers tear
The lingering remnant of their yellow hair, —
And shivering wolves, surprised with darkness howl
As if the sun were not: — he lifted high
His head — and in a moment did appear
Large space, mid dreadful clouds, of purest sky,
An azure orb — shield of Tranquillity,
Invisible unlooked-for minister
Of providential goodness ever nigh!

VOL. III. i

COMPOSED ON THE BANKS OF A ROCKY STREAM.

Dogmatic Teachers, of the snow-white fur!
Ye wrangling Schoolmen, of the scarlet hood!
Who, with a keenness not to be withstood,
Press the point home, — or falter and demur,
Checked in your course by many a teazing burr;
These natural council-seats your acrid blood
Might cool; — and, as the Genius of the flood
Stoops willingly to animate and spur
Each lighter function slumbering in the brain,
Yon eddying balls of foam — these arrowy gleams,
That o'er the pavement of the surging streams
Welter and flash — a synod might detain
With subtile speculations, haply vain,
But surely less so than your far-fetched themes!

VII.

WRITTEN IN VERY EARL? YOUTH.

Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.

The Kine are couched upon the dewy grass;

The Horse alone, seen dimly as I pass,

Is up, and cropping yet his later meal:

Dark is the.ground; a slumber seems to steal

O'er vale, and mountain, and the starless sky.

Now, in this blank of things, a harmony,

Home-felt, and home-created, seems to heal

That grief for which the senses still supply

Fresh food; for only then, when memory

Is hushed, am I at rest. My Friends! restrain

Those busy cares that would allay my pain:

Oh! leave me to myself; nor let me feel

The officious touch that makes me droop again.

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