From form to form He maketh haste; This vault which glows immense with light Is the inn where he lodges for a night. What recks such Traveller if the bowers Which bloom and fade like meadow flowers A bunch of fragrant lilies be,
Or the stars of eternity?
Alike to him the better, the worse,
The glowing angel, the outcast corse. Thou meetest him by centuries, And lo! he passes like the breeze; Thou seek'st in globe and galaxy, He hides in pure transparency; Thou askest in fountains and in fires, - He is the essence that inquires. He is the axis of the star, He is the sparkle of the spar, He is the heart of every creature, He is the meaning of each feature; And his mind is the sky,
Than all it holds more deep, more high.'
THOUSAND minstrels woke within me, 'Our music's in the hills'; Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. 'Up!- If thou knew'st who calls To twilight parks of beech and pine, High over the river intervals, Above the ploughman's highest line, Over the owner's farthest walls! Up! where the airy citadel
O'erlooks the surging landscape's swell!
Let not unto the stones the Day
Her lily and rose, her sea and land display;
Read the celestial sign!
Lo! the south answers to the north; Bookworm, break this sloth urbane; A greater spirit bids thee forth
Than the gay dreams which thee detain. Mark how the climbing Oreads Beckon thee to their arcades!
Youth, for a moment free as they, Teach thy feet to feel the ground, Ere yet arrives the wintry day When Time thy feet has bound. Take the bounty of thy birth, Taste the lordship of the earth.'
I heard, and I obeyed,
Assured that he who made the claim,
Well known, but loving not a name, Was not to be gainsaid.
Ere yet the summoning voice was still, I turned to Cheshire's haughty hill.
From the fixed cone the cloud-rack flowed Like ample banner flung abroad
To all the dwellers in the plains
Round about, a hundred miles,
With salutation to the sea, and to the bordering isles.
In his own loom's garment dressed,
By his proper bounty blessed,
Fast abides this constant giver, Pouring many a cheerful river; To far eyes, an aerial isle
Unploughed, which finer spirits pile, Which morn and crimson evening paint For bard, for lover, and for saint; The people's pride, the country's core, Inspirer, prophet evermore; Pillar which God aloft had set
So that men might it not forget; It should be their life's ornament, And mix itself with each event; Gauge and calendar and dial, Weatherglass and chemic phial, Garden of berries, perch of birds, Pasture of pool-haunting herds,
Graced by each change of sum untold, Earth-baking heat, stone-cleaving cold.
The Titan heeds his sky-affairs, Rich rents and wide alliance shares; Mysteries of color daily laid
By morn and eve in light and shade; And sweet varieties of chance, And the mystic seasons' dance; And thief-like step of liberal hours Thawing snow-drift into flowers. O, wondrous craft of plant and stone By eldest science wrought and shown!
'Happy,' I said, 'whose home is here! Fair fortunes to the mountaineer! Boon Nature to his poorest shed Has royal pleasure-grounds outspread.' Intent, I searched the region round, And in low hut the dweller found: - Woe is me for my hope's downfall! Is yonder squalid peasant all That this proud nursery could breed For God's vicegerency and stead? Time out of mind, this forge of ores; Quarry of spars in mountain pores; Old cradle, hunting-ground, and bier Of wolf and otter, bear and deer; Well-built abode of many a race; Tower of observance searching space; Factory of river and of rain;
Link in the alps' globe-girding chain; By million changes skilled to tell What in the Eternal standeth well, And what obedient Nature can; Is this colossal talisman
Kindly to plant, and blood, and kind, But speechless to the master's mind-? I thought to find the patriots
In whom the stock of freedom roots: To myself I oft recount
Tales of many a famous mount,
Wales, Scotland, Uri, Hungary's dells; Bards, Roys, Scanderbegs, and Tells. Here Nature shall condense her powers, Her music, and her meteors,
And lifting man to the blue deep Where stars their perfect courses keep, Like wise preceptor, lure his eye To sound the science of the sky, And carry learning to its height Of untried power and sane delight: The Indian cheer, the frosty skies, Rear purer wits, inventive eyes, Eyes that frame cities where none be, And hands that stablish what these see;
And by the moral of his place
IIint summits of heroic grace;
Man in these crags a fastness find
To fight pollution of the mind; In the wide thaw and ooze of wrong,
Adhere like this foundation strong,
« AnkstesnisTęsti » |