VI. ON A SCENE IN THE DARGLE. Twas a bright moment of my life when first, O thou pure stream through rocky portals flowing! That temple-chamber of thy glory burst On my glad sight!-thy pebbly couch lay glowing With deep mosaic hues; and, richly throwing O'er thy cliff-walls a tinge of autumn's vest, High bloom'd the heath-flowers, and the wild wood's crest Was touched with gold.-Flow ever thus, bestowing Gifts of delight, sweet stream! on all who move Gently along thy shores; and oh! if love, -True love, in secret nurs'd, with sorrow fraughtShould sometimes bear his treasured griefs to Thee, Then full of kindness let thy music be, Singing repose to every troubled thought! VII. DESIGN AND PERFORMANCE. They float before my soul, the fair designs Like clouds, that with their wavering hues and lines Bright spire, that through the rainbow and the shower For holiest rites :-meanwhile the waning hour All I may grasp; until thou seest fulfill'd, While time and strength allow, my hope to build, For lowly hearts devout, but one enduring fane! 4 VIII. THE POETRY OF THE PSALMS. Nobly thy song, O minstrel! rush'd to meet Amidst the hills that smoked beneath his feet With the deep worship of a living soul. There are who climb the mountain's heathery side, By some vast lake; yet thus, on foaming sea, With God; and where His spirit deigns to dwell, X. TO THE SAME, RELEASED. How flows thy being now?-like some glad hymn, One strain of solemn rapture ?-doth thine eye Wander through tears of voiceless feeling dim, Or is thy gaze of reverent love profound, Which, with their silvery hair, so oft glanced by, Joy, from kind looks, blue skies, and flowery sod, |