Which stared from the old walls, and swinging bells, Such as the mighty one of Lincoln famed,— All rocked, and rocked, as by an earthquake stirred, Or as some demon-spirit from beneath Would hurl from its deep base the House of God. Methought I walked next in a distant grove, As infant's cradle. The scared citizens A friendly voice awoke me from my sleep, Of gloom and terror. XII. EPIGRAM. REASON and Freedom fired the Gallic youth Resolved to rear a ruined church again; But hearing TRUTH or high or low could dwell, 'Stead of a Church, these sages sunk a WELL! XIII. ON LEAVING THE SOUTH OF FRANCE. I LEAVE thee, France, without regret : The rustling of thy leaves I hear, My Country, and each fresh green field, And sparkling streamlet murmuring near, The sense of silent rapture yield ! Thou art to me a lovely star, Whose influence may I ever know! Thy cheering light I've felt afar In hours of weariness and woe. Thus may it be where'er I go! As unpolluted be my mind By foreign lands, as mountain sno w, Untouched, save by the sun and wind. Thy beauty, France, I cannot mourn, My love whereof not words can tell : That clings around the human heart; And 'gainst their nature they rebel, Who would with such a feeling part. Yet it hath soothed my soul in sorrow Of man, will still be fresh and new, And yet my soul will ne'er regret For scenes a thousand times more sweet, That linger in the memory, As rest upon the dying eye The dearest forms we've loved on Earth! Ah no! I quit without a sigh All but the Country of my birth. XIV. LAND OF MY FATHERS. COMPOSED FOR A FOREIGN AIR. LAND of my Fathers! I bid thee farewell, Dear are the white cliffs that girdle thy shore; Land of my birth, while I bid thee farewell, Fate tears me away from the land of my home, |