By dint of fasting, if you fail by prayer. And in their place bring men of antique mould, Like the grave fathers of your Age of Gold, Statesmen like those who sought the primal fount Of righteous law, the Sermon on the Mount; Lawyers who prize, like Quincy, (to our day Still spared, Heaven bless him !) honor more than pay, And Christian jurists, starry-pure, like Jay; Preachers like Woolman, or like them who bore Thefaith of Wesley to our Western shore, And held no convert genuine till he broke Alike his servants' and the Devil's yoke; And priests like him who Newport's market trod, And o'er its slave-ships shook the bolts of God! So shall your power, with a wise prudence used, Strong but forbearing, firm but not abused, In kindly keeping with the good of all, The nobler maxims of the past recall, Her natural home-born right to Freedom give, And leave her foe his robber-right, live. to Live, as the snake does in his noisome fen! Live, as the wolf does in his bone-strewn den! Transfused through you, O mountain friends! With mine your solemn spirit blends, I read each misty mountain sign, Life's burdens fall, its discords cease, O, welcome calm of heart and mind! So fall the weary years away; This western wind hath Lethean powers, Even Duty's voice is faint and low, And slumberous Conscience, waking slow, Forgets her blotted scroll to show. "The Shadow which pursues us all, Whose ever-nearing steps appall, Whose voice we hear behind us call, That Shadow blends with mountain gray, It speaks but what the light waves say, — Rocked on her breast, these pines and I The simple faith remains, that He What mosses over one shall grow, What light and life the other know, Unanxious, leaving Him to show. II. EVENING. Yon mountain's side is black with night, While, broad-orbed, o'er its gleaming crown The moon, slow-rounding into sight, On the hushed inland sea looks down. How start to light the clustering isles, Each silver-hemmed! How sharply show The shadows of their rocky piles, How far and strange the mountains seem, Dim-looming through the pale, still light! The vague, vast grouping of a dream, They stretch into the solemn night. Beneath, lake, wood, and peopled vale, Hushed by that presence grand and grave, Are silent, save the cricket's wail, And low response of leaf and wave. THE HERMIT OF THE THEBAID. Fair scenes! whereto the Day and Night Shall hide behind yon rocky spines, And the young archer, Morn, shall break His arrows on the mountain pines, And, golden-sandalled, walk the lake! Farewell! around this smiling bay Gay-hearted Health, and Life in bloom, With lighter steps than mine, may stray In radiant summers yet to come. But none shall more regretful leave These waters and these hills than I: Or, distant, fonder dream how eve Or dawn is painting wave and sky; How rising moons shine sad and mild On wooded isle and silvering bay; Or setting suns beyond the piled And purple mountains lead the day; Nor laughing girl, nor bearding boy, Still waits kind Nature to impart Her choicest gifts to such as gain An entrance to her loving heart Through the sharp discipline of pain. Forever from the Hand that takes One blessing from us others fall; And, soon or late, our Father makes His perfect recompense to all! O, watched by Silence and the Night, Lake of the Northland! keep thy dower 225 |