Gibbon arose with a lash of steel, "Thou lazy Monk," they sound afar, "In vain condemning glorious war! And in your cell you shall ever dwell: Rise, War, and bind him in his cell!" The blood red ran from the Grey Monk's side, When Satan first the black bow bent, Titus! Constantine! Charlemagne ! For a tear is an intellectual thing, IV. TO THE CHRISTIANS. GIVE you the end of a golden string It will lead you in at Heaven's gate I stood among my valleys of the south, By it the sun was rolled into an orb; Travelling through the night: for, from its dire Into a little root a fathom long. And I asked a Watcher and a Holy-one Its name. He answered: "It is the wheel of I wept and said: "Is this the law of Jesus,— : ?" Of sin, of sorrow, and of punishment; Pity the evil for thou art not sent : To smite with terror and with punishments Teach them true happiness, but let no curse England! awake! awake! awake! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death, Thy hills and valleys felt her feet And now the time returns again: Our souls exult; and London's towers In England's green and pleasant bowers. FROM THE PROPHETIC BOOK "MILTON.” (ENGRAVED 1804.) OND did those feet in ancient time green? And was the holy Lamb of God And did the countenance divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills? Bring me my bow of burning gold! I will not cease from mental fight, Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand, In England's green and pleasant land. DEDICATION OF THE DESIGNS TO BLAIR'S "GRAVE." To QUEEN CHARLOTTE. HE door of Death is made of gold, That mortal eyes cannot behold: But, when the mortal eyes are closed, And cold and pale the limbs reposed, The soul awakes, and, wondering, sees In her mild hand the golden keys. The grave is heaven's golden gate, And rich and poor around it wait: O Shepherdess of England's fold, Behold this gate of pearl and gold! To dedicate to England's Queen |