Priest. Yes, long before he died, he found that time Is a true friend to sorrow; and, unless His thoughts were turned on Leonard's luckless fortune, 390 He talked about him with a cheerful love. Leonard. He could not come to an unhallowed end! Priest. Nay, God forbid!--You recollect I mentioned 394 A habit which disquietude and grief rades, He there had fallen asleep; that in his sleep He to the margin of the precipice Had walked, and from the summit had fallen headlong: 400 And so no doubt he perished. When the Youth Fell, in his hand he must have grasped, we think, His shepherd's staff; for on that Pillar of rock It had been caught mid-way; and there for years It hung;-and mouldered there. The Priest here endedThe Stranger would have thanked him, but he felt 406 A gushing from his heart, that took away The power of speech. Both left the spot in silence; And Leonard, when they reached the church yard gate, 409 As the Priest lifted up the latch, turned round,And, looking at the grave, he said, "My Bro ther!" The Vicar did not hear the words: and now He pointed towards his dwelling-place, entreating That Leonard would partake his homely fare: The other thanked him with an earnest voice; But added, that, the evening being calm, 416 He would pursue his journey. So they parted. It was not long ere Leonard reached a grove That overhung the road: he there stopped short, 419 And, sitting down beneath the trees, reviewed All that the Priest had said: his early years Were, with him :-his long absence, cherished hopes, And thoughts which had been his an hour before, All pressed on him with such a weight, that now, This vale, where he had been so happy, seemed A place in which he could not bear to live: 426 So he relinquished all his purposes. He travelled back to Egremont: and thence, That night, he wrote a letter to the Priest, Reminding him of what had passed between them; 430 And adding, with a hope to be forgiven, That it was from the weakness of his heart He had not dared to tell him who he was. This done, he went on shipboard, and is now A seaman, a grey-headed Mariner. 435 1800. II. ARTEGAL AND ELIDURE. (SEE THE CHRONICLE OF WHERE be the temples which in Britain's Isle, To fatal dissolution; and, I ween, No vestige then was left that such had ever been. Nathless, a British record (long concealed And Albion's giants quelled, ΙΟ 15 A brood whom no civility could melt, Who never tasted grace, and goodness ne'er had felt." By brave Corineus aided, he subdued, 20 Whence all the fixed delights of house and home, Friendships that will not break, and love that cannot roam. O, happy Britain! region all too fair 25 30 Thus fares it still with all that takes its birth From human care, or grows upon the breast of earth. Hence, and how soon! that war of vengeance waged By Guendolen against her faithless lord; Had slain his paramour with ruthless sword: She flung her blameless child, 35 Sabrina,―vowing that the stream should bear That name through every age, her hatred to declare. 40 So speaks the Chronicle, and tells of Lear hear, 45 Nor can the winds restore his simple gift. There too we read of Spenser's fairy themes, And those that Milton loved in youthful years; The sage enchanter Merlin's subtle schemes; The feats of Arthur and his knightly peers; 52 Of Arthur,—who, to upper light restored, With that terrific sword 55 Which yet he brandishes for future war, star! What wonder, then, if in such ample field Into a garden stored with Poesy; 61 Where flowers and herbs unite, and haply some weeds be, That, wanting not wild grace, are from all mischief free! 65 A KING more worthy of respect and love Than wise Gorbonian ruled not in his day; And grateful Britain prospered far above All neighbouring countries through his righteous sway; He poured rewards and honours on the good; The oppressor he withstood; 71 And while he served the Gods with reverence due, Fields smiled, and temples rose, and towns and cities grew. He died, whom Artegal succeeds-his son; 75 |