IV. WRITTEN AT LYONS, AFTER A WALK ON SUNDAY EVENING 3. WHEN I behold the levity of France, To hold that all things are the effect of Chance, And Faith, and bright-eyed Hope are doomed to be 66 Be thy ungrateful son allowed to hear * Wordsworth's Ode on the General Thanksgiving, 1816. ENGLAND, with all thy faults thou art a Shrine Hallowed by many virtues! Thou art the Throne Of Liberty. In thy loved soil alone Are manners purified by Faith Divine. Around thee all our best affections twine; Dear Land, with thee, and every thing of thine. Untainted be this happy Spot of Earth By foreign manners, and by foreign crime! Omay her sons, though spread through many a clime, Where rest the relics of the great and brave. VI. THE MARRIAge of the rHONE WITH THE SAONE. In classic lore how many a glorious stream When waters roar, and murmuring billows roll A God in anger, and the Poet's dream VII. THE RHONE 5. AT last I see thy waters, lovely River! So many years of thy bold stream I've thought, Full many a stream I've gazed on with delight; Of thee, fair Syd*, I've sung, and other streams:- Live in my memory with the rushing Rhone. * In Devonshire. + Shakspeare, at Stratford-upon-Avon, and Chatterton at Bristol, where is another river of this name. VIII. THE SAVOY MOUNTAINS 6. WE travelled with the waters of the Rhone, Which threw their large broad shadows deeply down; |