94 LUNDY ISLAND. 



" Thou art walking the billows, and Ocean smiles; 

 Thou hast touch'd with glory his thousand isles ; 

 Thou hast lit up the ships, and the feathery foam, 

 And gladden'd the sailor, like words from home. 



" From the inmost depths of the forest shades, 

 Thou art walking on through their green arcades ; 

 And the quivering leaves that have caught thy glow 

 Like fire-flies glance to the pools below. 



" I look'd on the mountains, a vapour lay 

 Folding their heights in its dark array ; 

 Thou brakest forth, and the mist became 

 A crown, and a mantle, of living flame. 



" I look'd on the peasant's lowly cot, 

 And a something of gloom enveloped the spot ; 

 But a gleam of thee on its lattice fell, 

 And it laugh'd into beauty at that bright spell. 



" To the earth's wild places a guest thou art, 

 Flushing its waste like the rose's heart ; 

 And thou scornest not from thy pomp to shed 

 A tender smile on the ruin's head. 



" Thou tak'st through the dim church-aisle thy way, 

 And its pillars from darkness flash forth to day ; 

 And its high pale tombs, and its trophies old, 

 Seem bathed in a flood as of molten gold. 



" And thou turnest not from the humblest grave, 

 Where a flower to the sighing winds may wave ; 

 Thou scatterest its gloom, like the dreams of rest ; 

 Thou sleepest in love on its grassy breast. 



" Sunbeam of summer, what is like thee ? 

 Hope of the wilderness, joy of the sea ! 

 One thing is like thee, to mortals given, 

 The faith touching all things with hues of heaven ! " 



HEMANS. 



