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And, bidden to a spare but cheerful meal,
At their long board. The fare indeed was such
But might have pleased a nicer taste than mine;
And sheds a grace on all.
Theirs Time as yet
Had changed not. Some
were almost in the prime;
Nor was a brow o'ercast.
Seen as they sate,
Ranged round their ample hearth-stone in an hour
Of rest, they were as gay, as free from guile,
Music; and gathering news from them that came,
Into that blank of nature, they became
Unearthly beings. Anselm, higher up,
Just where it drifts, a dog howls loud and long,
Whose can it be, but his who never erred ? *
'Tis La Croix.
Away, away! if not, alas, too late.
St. BRUNO'S once †-where, when the winds were
Nor from the cataract the voice came up,
You might have heard the mole work underground, So great the stillness of that place; none seen,
* Alluding to Barri, a dog of great renown in his day. He is here admirably represented by a pencil that has done honour to many of his kind, but to none who deserved it more. His skin is stuffed, and preserved in the Museum of Berne.
The Grande Chartreuse.
Save when from rock to rock a hermit crossed
By some rude bridge-or one at midnight tolled
All, all observant of the sacred law
Of Silence. Nor is that sequestered spot,
Once called 'Sweet Waters,' now The Shady Vale,'*
The Poet's payment.-But, among them all,
Of generous, active Virtue. What though Frost
Thaw not, but gather-there is that within,
Which, where it comes, makes Summer; and, in thought,
* Vallombrosa, formerly called Acqua Bella.
+ ARIOSTO and MILTON. Milton was there at the fall of the leaf.
Restored, renewed, advancing as with songs, Soon as they see, turning a lofty crag,
That plain, that modest structure, promising Bread to the hungry, to the weary rest.
My mule refreshed-and, let the truth be told,
But patient, diligent, and sure of foot,
Shunning the loose stone on the precipice,
Snorting suspicion while with sight, smell, touch,
Where in his sledge the Laplander had turned