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Why mourns the ingenuous Moralist whose mind	A
Science has stored and Piety refined	A
That fading Chivalry displays no more	B
Her pomp and stately tournaments of yore	B
Lo when Philosophy and Truth advance	C
Scared at their frown she drops her glittering lance	C
Round her reft castles the pale ivy crawls	D
And sunk and silent are her bannered halls	D
As when far off the golden evening sails	E
And slowly sink the fancy painted vales	E
With rich pavilions spread in long array	F
So rolls the enchanter's radiant realm away	F
So on the sight the parting glories fade	G
The gorgeous vision sets in endless shade	G
But shall the musing mind for this lament	H
Or mourn the wizard's Gothic fabric rent	H
Shall he with Fancy's poor and pensive child	I
Gaze on his shadowy vales and prospects wild	I
With lingering love and sighing bid farewell	J
To the dim pictures of his parting spell	J
No BURKE thy heart by juster feelings led	K
Mourns for the spirit of high Honour fled	K
Mourns that Philosophy abstract and cold	L
Withering should smite life's fancy flowered mould	L
And many a smiling sympathy depart	M
That graced the sternness of the manly heart	M
Nor shall the wise and virtuous scan severe	N
These fair illusions ev'n to nature dear	N
Though now no more proud Chivalry recalls	D
Her tourneys bright and pealing festivals	O
Though now on high her idle spear is hung	P
Though Time her mouldering harp has half unstrung	P
Her milder influence shall she still impart	M
To decorate but not disguise the heart	M
To nurse the tender sympathies that play	F
In the short sunshine of life's early way	F
For female worth and meekness to inspire	Q
Homage and love and temper rude desire	R
Nor seldom with sweet dreams sad thoughts to cheer	N
And half beguile affliction of her tear	S
Lo this her boast and still O BURKE be thine	T
Her glowing hues that warm yet tempered shine	T
Whilst whispers bland and fairest dreams attend	U
Thy evening path till the last shade descend	U
So may she soothe with loftier wisdom's aid	G
Thy musing leisure in the silent shade	G
And bid poor Fancy her cold pinions wet	V
Life's cloudy skies and beating showers forget	V
But can her fairest form her sweetest song	P
Soothe thee assailed by calumny and wrong	P
Ev'n now thy foes with louder accents cry	W
Champion of unrelenting tyranny	X
At Freedom hast thou aimed the deadly blow	Y
And striven with impious arm to lay her altars low	Y
No BURKE indignant at the voice we start	M
We trust thy liberal views thy generous heart	M
We think of those who naked pale and poor	Z
Relieved and blessed have wandered from thy door	B
We see thee with unwearied step explore	B
Each track of bloodshed on the farthest shore	B
Of injured Asia and thy swelling breast	A2
Harrowing the oppressor mourning for the oppressed	A2
No BURKE where'er Injustice rears her head	K
Where'er with blood her idol grim is fed	K
Where'er fell Cruelty at her command	B2
With crimson banner marches through the land	B2
And striding like a giant onward hies	O
Whilst man a trodden worm looks up and dies	O
Where'er pale Murder in her train appears	O
With reeking axe and garments wet with tears	O
Or lowering Jealousy unmoved as Fate	C2
Bars fast the prison cage's iron gate	C2
Upon the buried sorrows and the cries	O
Of him who there lost and forgotten lies	O
When ministers like these in fearful state	C2
Upon a bloody tyrant's bidding wait	C2
Thou too shalt own and Justice lift her rod	D2
The cause of Freedom is the cause of GOD	D2
Fair spirit who dost rise in beauteous pride	E2
Where proud Oppression hath thine arm defied	E2
When led by Virtue thou dost firm advance	O
And bathe in Guilt's warm blood thy burning lance	O
When all thy form its awful port assumes	O
And in the tempest shake thy crimson plumes	O
I mark thy lofty mien thy steady eye	W
So fall thy foes with tears of joy I cry	W
But ne'er may Anarchy with eyes a flame	F2
And mien distract assume thy awful name	F2
Her pale torch sheds afar its hideous glare	S
And shows the blood drops in her dabbled hair	S
The fiends of discord hear her hollow voice	O
The spirits of the deathful storm rejoice	O
As when the rising blast with muttering sweep	G2
Sounds 'mid the branches of the forest deep	G2
The sad horizon lowers the parting sun	H2
Is hid strange murmurs through the high wood run	H2
The falcon wheels away his mournful flight	I2
And leaves the glens to solitude and night	I2
Till soon the hurricane in dismal shroud	J2
Comes fearful forth and sounds her conch aloud	J2
The oak majestic bows his hoary head	K
And ruin round his ancient reign is spread	K
So the dark fiend rejoicing in her might	I2
Pours desolation and the storm of night	I2
Before her dread career the good and just	K2
Fly far or sink expiring in the dust	K2
Wide wastes and mighty wrecks around her lie	W
And the earth trembles at her impious cry	W
Whether her temple wet with human gore	B
She thus may raise on Gallia's ravaged shore	B
Belongs to HIM alone and His high will	L2
Who bids the tempests of the world be still	L2
With joy we turn to Albion's happier plain	M2
Where ancient Freedom holds her temperate reign	M2
Where Justice sits majestic on her throne	N2
Where Mercy turns her ear to every groan	N2
O Albion fairest isle whose verdant plain	M2
Springs beauteous from the blue and billowy main	M2
In peaceful pomp whose glittering cities rise	O
And lift their crowded temples to the skies	O
Whose navy on the broad brine awful rolls	O
Whose commerce glows beneath the distant poles	O
Whose streams reflect full many an Attic pile	O2
Whose velvet lawns in long luxuriance smile	O2
Amid whose winding coombs contentment dwells	O
Whose vales rejoice to hear the Sabbath bells	O
Whose humblest shed that steady laws protect	P2
The villager with woodbine bowers hath decked	P2
Sweet native land whose every haunt is dear	N
Whose every gale is music to mine ear	Q2
Amidst whose hills one poor retreat I sought	R2
Where I might sometimes hide a saddening thought	R2
And having wandered far and marked mankind	A
In their vain mask might rest and safety find	A
Oh still may Freedom with majestic mien	S2
Pacing thy rocks and the green vales be seen	S2
Around thy cliffs that glitter o'er the main	M2
May smiling Order wind her silver chain	M2
Whilst from thy calm abodes and azure skies	O
Far off the fiend of Discord murmuring flies	O
To him who firm thy injured cause has fought	R2
This humble offering lo the Muse has brought	R2
Nor heed thou BURKE if with averted eye	W
Scowling cold Envy may thy worth decry	W
It is the lot of man the best oft mourn	T2
As sad they journey through this cloudy bourne	T2
If conscious Genius stamp their chosen breast	A2
And on the forehead show her seal impressed	A2
Perhaps they mourn in bleak Misfortune's shade	G
Their age and cares with penury repaid	G
Their errors deeply scanned their worth forgot	U2
Or marked by hard injustice with a blot	U2
If high they soar and keep their distant way	F
And spread their ample pinions to the day	F
Malignant Faction hears with hate their name	F2
And all her tongues are busy with their fame	F2
But 'tis enough to hold as best we may	F
Our destined track till sets the closing day	F
Whether with living lustre we adorn	T2
Our high sphere like the radiance of the morn	T2
Or whether silent in the shade we move	V2
Cheered by the lonely star of pensive love	W2
Or whether wild opposing storms we stem	X2
Panting for Virtue's distant diadem	X2
'Tis the unshaken mind the conscience pure	Y2
That bids us firmly act meekly endure	Y2
'Tis this may shield us when the storm beats hard	Z2
Content though poor had we no other guard	Z2

William Lisle Bowles

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