There read I Nile conspicuous from a far,
METhought I heard a stir of hasty feet,

And Egypt and Maida there were found;
And horses tramped and coaches rolled along, And Copenhagen there and Trafalgar;
And there were busy voices in the street,

Vimeiro and Busaco's day renowned;
As if a multitude were hurrying on;

There too was seen Barrosa's bloody name, A stir it was which only could befall

And Albuhera, dear-hought field of fame.
Upon some great and solemn festival,


Yon spoils from boastful Massena were won;
Such crowds I saw, and in such glad array,

Those Marmont left in that illustrious fight It seemed some general joy bad filled the land;

By Salamanca, when too soon the sun Age liad a sunshine on its check that day,

Went down, and darkness liid the Frenchman's flight. And children, tottering by the mother's land, These from Victoria's plain the Wellesley bore, Too young to ask why all this joy should be,

When from the Intruder's head Spain's stolen crown he Partook it, and rejoiced for sympathy.


These on Pyrene's aweful heights were gained,
The shops, that no dull care might into ne,

The trophies of that memorable day, Were closed; the doors within were lined with heads; When deep with blood lier mountain springs were Glad faces were at every window seen,

stained. And from the clustered house-lops and the leads,

Above the clouds and lightnings of that fray, Others who took their stand in patient row,

Wheeling afar the affrighted eagles fled; Looked down upon the crowds that swarmed below.

At eve the wolves came forth and preyed upon the dead.


And blood stained flags were here from Ortbies borne, And every one of all that numerous throng

Trampled by France beneath her flying feet; On head or breast a marriage symbol bore;

And what before Thoulouse from Soult were torn The war-borse proudly as he paced along

When the stern Marshal met his last defeat, Those joyous colours in bis forelock wore,

Yielding once more to Britain's arm of might, And arched his stately neck as for delight,

And Wellington in mercy spared his flight.
To show his mane thus pompously bedighit.

From every church the merry


There hung the Eagles which with victory flushed,

From Fleurus and from Ligny proudly flew, With gladdening harmony heard far and wide;

To see the Usurper's higli-swoln fortune crushed
In many a mingled peal of swelling sound,

For ever on the field of Waterloo, -
The hurrying music came on every side;
And banners from the steeples waved on high,

Day of all days, surpassing in its fame

All fields of elder or of later name! And streamers fluttered in the sun and sky.

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XXXVII. They called him Praxis in the Olympian tongue,

But here on earth EXPERIENCE was his name. Whatever things have past to him were known,

And be could see the future ere it came; Such foresight was his patient wisdom's meed, Alas for those who his wise counsels will not heed !

XLV. With these, partakers in beatitude,

Bearing like them the palm, their emblem meel, The Noble Army came, who had subdued

All frailty, putting death beneath their feet:
Their robes were like the mountain snow, and bright
As though they had been dipp'd in the fountain springs
of light.

For these were they who valiantly endured

The fierce extremity of mortal pain,
By no weak tenderness to life allured,

The victims of that hateful Henry's reign, And of the bloody Queen, beneath whose sway Rome lit her fires, and Fiends kept holiday.

He bore a goodly volume, which he laid

Between that princely couple on the throne.
Lo there my work for this great realm, he said,

My work, which with the kingdom's growth has grown, The rights, the usages, the laws wherein Blessed above all nations she bath been.

Such as ihe sacred trust to thee is given,

So unimpaired transmit it to thy line:
Preserve it as the choicest gift of Heaven,

Alway to make the bliss of thee and thine : The talisman of England's strength is there, With reverence guard it, and with jealous care!

O pardon me, thrice holy Spirits dear,

That hastily I now must pass ye by!
No want of duteous reverence is there here;

None better knows nor deeplier feels than I What to your sufferings and your faith we owe, Ye valiant champions for the truth below!

The next who stood before that royal pair

Came gliding like a vision o'er the ground; A glory went before bim through the air,

Ambrosial odours floated all around, His purple wings a heavenly lustre shed, A silvery halo hover'd round his head.

XLVII. Hereafter haply with maturer care,

(So Heaven permit) that reverence shall be shown. Now of my vision I must needs declare,

And how the Angel stood before the throne,
And fixing on that Princess as he spake
His eye benign, the awful silence brake.

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LXI. The stern Sectarian in unnatural league

O Lady, if some new-born babe should bless, Joins her to war against their hated foe;

In answer to a nation's prayers, thy love, Error and Faction aid the bold intrigue,

When thou, beholding it in tenderness, And the dark Atheist seeks her overthrow,

The deepest, holiest joy of earth shalt prove, While giant Zeal in arms against her stands,

In that the likeness of all infants see, Barks with an hundred mouths, and lifts an hundred And call to mind that hour what now thou hear'st from hands. LIV.

LXII. Built on a rock, the fabric may repel

Then seeing infant man, that Lord of Earth, Their utmost rage, if all within be sound:

Most weak and helpless of all breathing things, But if within the gates Indifference dwell,

Remember that as Nature makes at birth
Woe to her then there needs no outward wound! No different law for Peasants or for Kings,
Through ber whole frame benumb'd, a lethal sleep, And at the end no difference may befall,
Like the cold poison of the asp will creep.

The « short parenthesis of life is all."


In thee, as in a cresset set on high,

The light of piety shonld shine far seen,
A guiding beacon fixed for every eye:

Thus from the influence of an lionour'd Queen, As from its spring, should public good proceed, The peace of Heaven will be thy proper meed.

But in that space, how wide may be their doom

Of honour or dishonour, good or ill!
From Nature's hand like plastic clay they come,

To take from circumstance their woe or weal;
And as the form and pressure may be given,
They wither upon earth, or ripen there for Heaven.


LXIV. So should return that happy state of yore

Is it then fitting that one soul should pine When piety and joy went band in hand;

For lack of culture in this favour'd land ?The love which to his nock the shepherd bore,

That spirits of capacity divine The old observances which cheer'd the land,

Perislı, like seeds upon the desert sand ?-The household prayers, which, honouring God's high That needful knowledge in this age of light name,

Should not by birth be every Briton's right? liept the lamp trimm'd and fed the sacred flame.

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