Yet ever to the heav'n-taught eye, It bears a twofold sign; Whence man its essence may descry, Or earthborn or divine. It never loves a coat besprent Unlike the rude and gaudy gem, 'Tis as the jewel of the mine, No bold-set characters disclose No glare attracts the gaze of those, Unmarked by all, but such as love The sun's supernal beam; It bids man raise his eye above, Nor heed its passing gleam. For well it knows the Day-spring bright, In Him alone its source of light, But should it smile at its own fame, Transmuted into PRIDE! LAGO MAGGIORE. THE STATUE OF S. CARLO BORROMEO. SONNET. THERE stands the giant-priest, in hues of morn, High o'er his native woods-his face benign Beaming, where spread the plains of corn and wine, With hand uplift to bless-his heel of scorn Turned on the mountains! Not in vain the sign; For while each Lombard city loves his image to adorn, There breathes a spirit on the mountain-height, That spurns the yoke, and will not cease to claim For man, what God hath sealed his being's right, To know His will, who marked him with His name! There thou, proud priest! hast waged a ruthless fight, Tinging the snows with blood of blind and lame! The soul thou can'st not bend, tho' thou the body slay, Where Faith her fastness holds! Well may'st thou turn away! THE SIMPLON. THE SABBATH. WHICH BY HIS STRENGTH SETTETH FAST THE MOUNTAINS, BEING GIRDED WITH POWER.-PSALM LXV. 6. WHY hide thy head beneath the tempest's wing, A Temple wert thou framed, where God might stand, To mark the movements of His creature man; Search where, to work his will, a willing hand, Or willing eye, that righteous will to scan. But O! how changed the scene! since far and near, Vile earth and viler men, once good, appear; His kingdom spurned, who gives all being breath, And holds with even hand the scales of Life and Death! |