Glorious! because the shadow of thy might,
A step, or link, for intercourse with Thee.
Ah! if the time must come, in which my feet
No more shall stray where Meditation leads,
By flowing stream, through wood, or craggy wild,
Loved haunts like these, the unimprisoned Mind
May yet have scope to range among her own,
Her thoughts, her images, her high desires.
If the dear faculty of sight should fail,
Still, it may be allowed me to remember
What visionary powers of eye and soul
In youth were mine; when, stationed on the top
Of some huge hill-expectant, I beheld
The Sun rise up, from distant climes returned
Darkness to chase, and sleep, and bring the day
His bounteous gift! or saw him, tow'rds the Deep
Sink-with a retinue of flaming Clouds
Attended; then, my Spirit was entranced
With joy exalted to beatitude;

The measure of my soul was filled with bliss,
And holiest love; as earth, sea, air, with light,
With pomp, with glory, with magnificence !

Those fervent raptures are for ever flown;

And, since their date, my Soul hath undergone
Change manifold, for better, or for worse :
Yet cease I not to struggle, and to aspire
Heavenward; and chide the part of me that flags,
Through sinful choice; or dread necessity,
On human Nature, from above, impósed.

Tis, by comparison, an easy task

Earth to despise; but to converse with Heaven,
This is not easy :-to relinquish all

We have, or hope, of happiness and joy, -
And stand in freedom loosened from this world;
I deem not arduous :-but must needs confess
That 'tis a thing impossible to frame
Conceptions equal to the Soul's desires ;
And the most difficult of tasks to keep
Heights which the Soul is competent to gain.
-Man is of dust: etherial Hopes are his,
Which, when they should sustain themselves aloft,
Want due consistence; like a Pillar of smoke,
That with majestic energy from earth
Rises; but, having reached the thinner air,
Melts, and dissolves, and is no longer seen.
From this infirmity of mortal kind

Sorrow proceeds, which else were not; -at least,
If Grief be something hallowed and ordained,
If, in proportion, it be just and meet,
Through this, 'tis able to maintain its hold,
In that excess which Conscience disapproves.
For who could sink and settle to that point
Of selfishness; so senseless who could be
In framing estimates of loss and gain,
As long and perseveringly to mourn
For any Object of his love, removed
From this unstable world, if he could fix
A satisfying view upon that state
Of pure, imperishable blessedness,
Which Reason promises, and holy Writ
Ensures to all Believers? - Yet mistrust
Is of such incapacity, methinks,

No natural branch; despondency far less.
-And, if there be whose tender frames have drooped
Even to the dust; apparently, through weight
Of anguish unrelieved, and lack of power
An agonizing sorrow to transmute,
Infer not hence a hope from those withheld
When wanted most; a confidence impaired

So pitiably, that, having ceased to see
With bodily eyes, they are borne down by love
Of what is lost, and perish through regret.
Oh! no, full oft the innocent Sufferer sees
Too clearly; feels too vividly; and longs
To realize the Vision with intense

And overconstant yearning-there-there lies
The excess, by which the balance is destroyed.
Too, too contracted are these walls of flesh,
This vital warmth too cold, these visual orbs,
Though inconceivably endowed, too dim
For any passion of the soul that leads

To extacy; and, all the crooked paths
Of time and change disdaining, takes its course
Along the line of limitless desires.

I, speaking now from such disorder free,
Nor sleep, nor craving, but in settled peace,
I cannot doubt that They whom you deplore
Are glorified; or, if they sleep, shall wake
From sleep, and dwell with God in endless love.
Hope, below this, consists not with belief
In mercy carried infinite degrees
Beyond the tenderness of human hearts:

Hope, below this, consists not with belief In perfect Wisdom, guiding mightiest Power, That finds no limits but its own pure Will.

Here then we rest: not fearing to be left In undisturbed possession of our creed For aught that human reasoning can achieve, To unsettle or perplex us : yet with pain Acknowledging, and grievous self-reproach, That, though immoveably convinced, we want Zeal, and the virtue to exist by faith As Soldiers live by courage; as, by strength Of heart, the Sailor fights with roaring seas. Alas! the endowment of immortal Power Is matched unequally with custom, time, And domineering faculties of sense In all; in most with superadded foes, Idle temptations-open vanities Of dissipation; countless, still-renewed, Ephemeral offspring of the unblushing world; And, in the private regions of the mind, Ill-governed passions, ranklings of despite, Immoderate wishes, pining discontent,