THE fame of Roman grandeur cannot die; With man's best faculties; it doth bestride *The river glideth at his own sweet will. WORDSWORTH. Sonnet on Westminster Bridge. XL. CONCLUSION. HERE cease my wanderings,―till my fate once more And then my tossed bark will float peacefully, Through unknown worlds I wish to wander far,- Which glimmers now but faintly to my sight. I. THE STORM. WRITTEN IN THE SOUTH OF FRANCE. 1. GOD walks the world in darkness and in storm; GOD walks through every star that shines at night; GOD walks in beauty,-moulds the rainbow's form; GOD walks the world invisibly in light: Himself aye viewless, Glory infinite Treads in his steps; and every angel's wing Shines with God's glory, in majestic flight, Calm and sustained, nor weak, nor fluttering,— Such sons beseeming well of Heaven's Almighty King. |