Like the midnight winds that blow The watches of the Seraphim Before the eternal throne. Then, when from many a heavenly eye For him who loved too well. ness; And close behind their footsteps came "Rejoice, oh Son of God, rejoice," O'er beds of violet and through groves of spice, Lead thy proud bride into the nuptial bower; For thou hast bought her with a fearful price, The still small voice makes answer "Wait and see, Oh sons of glory, what the end shall be.' "But, in the outer darkness of the place Where God hath shown his power without his grace, Is laughter and the sound of glad acclaim, came. The giant ruler of the morning star Lifts high his stately head, "But louder still shall be the din The fair creation of his hand; When from the heaven streams down amain For forty days the sheeted rain; Comes foaming up the land. And she hath dowered thee with a Each moment nearer, and more near. fearful dower. Urge the dromedary's speed; "Oh thou haughty land of Nod, Lollard's bower, good authorities say, "The finance scheme of Canning contains A new Easter-offering tax; And he means to devote all the gains To a bounty on thumb-screws and racks. Your living, so neat and compactPray, don't let the news give you pain Is promised, I know for a fact, To an olive-faced Padre from Spain." I read, and I felt my heart bleed, To our Protestant champion's com- True gentlemen, kind and well-bred! No fleering! no distance! no scorn! They asked after my wife who is dead, And my children who never were born. They then, like high-principled Tories, Called our Sovereign unjust and unsteady, And assailed him with scandalous stories, Till the coach for the voters was ready. That coach might be well called a casket Of learning and brotherly love : There were parsons in boot and in basket; There were parsons below and above. There were Sneaker and Griper, a pair Who stick to Lord Mulesby like leeches ; A smug chaplain of plausible air, Who writes my Lord Goslingham's speeches. Dr. Buzz, who alone is a host, Who, with arguments weighty as lead, Proves six times a week in the Post That flesh somehow differs from bread. Dr. Nimrod, whose orthodox toes Are seldom withdrawn from the stirrup; Dr. Humdrum, whose eloquence flows, Like droppings of sweet poppy syrup; Dr. Rosygill puffing and fanning, And wiping away perspiration; Dr. Humbug, who proved Mr. Canning The beast in St. John's Revelation. A layman can scarce form a notion Of our wonderful talk on the road; Of the learning, the wit, and devotion, Which almost each syllable showed: Why divided allegiance agrees So ill with our free constitution; How Catholics swear as they please, In hope of the priest's absolution; How the Bishop of Norwich had bartered His faith for a legate's commission; How Lyndhurst, afraid to be martyr'd, Had stooped to a base coalition; How Papists are cased from compassion By bigotry, stronger than steel; How burning would soon come in fashion, And how very bad it must feel. We were all so much touched and excited By a subject so direly sublime, That the rules of politeness were slighted, And we all of us talked at a time; And in tones, which each moment grew louder, Told how we should dress for the show, And where we should fasten the powder, And if we should bellow or no. Thus from subject to subject we ran, And the journey passed pleasantly o'er, Till at last Dr. Humdrum began ; From that time I remember no more. At Ware he commenced his prelection, In the dullest of clerical drones; And when next I regained recollection We were rumbling o'er Trumpington stones. SONG. (1827.) O STAY, Madonna! stay; 'Tis not the dawn of day That marks the skies with yonder opal streak: The stars in silence shine; Then press thy lips to mine, And rest upon my neck thy fervid cheek. O sleep, Madonna! sleep; O wake, Madonna! wake; Is dappled o'er with amber flakes of light; A glow is on the hill; And every trickling rill In golden threads leaps down from yonder height. O fly, Madonna! fly, Lest day and envy spy Thou more than Neptune, Lowther, lend thine ear. At Neptune's voice the horse, with flowing mane And pawing hoof, sprung from th' obedient plain; But at thy word the yawning earth, in fright, Engulf'd the victor steed from mortal sight. Haste from thy woods, mine Arbuthnot, with speed, Rich woods, where lean Scotch cattle love to feed: What only love and night may safely Let Gaffer Gooch and Boodle's patriot know: Fly, and tread softly, dear! The sounds of thy light footsteps as they go. POLITICAL GEORGICS. "Quid faciat lætas segetes," &c. How cabinets are form'd, and how destroy'd, How Tories are confirm'd, and Whigs decoy'd, How in nice times a prudent man should vote, At what conjuncture he should turn his coat, The truths fallacious, and the candid lies, Lords of our fate, the Doctor and the If, by your care enriched, the aspiring clerk Quits the close alley for the breezy park, And Dolly's chops and Reid's entire resigns For odorous fricassees and costly wines; And you, great pair, through Windsor's shades who rove, The Faun and Dryad of the conscious grove; band, Art head and heart a pettifogger still. So, where once Fleet-ditch ran confessed, we view A crowded mart and stately avenue; But the black stream beneath runs on the same, He smote the haughty race turned their rage to fear, their He looked in wrath from high, And, in the twinkling of an eye, And steeds, and turbaned infantry, Passed like a dream away. power defends the mansions of the just: But, like a city without walls, The grandeur of the mortal falls Who glories in his strength, and makes not God his trust. The proud blasphemers thought all earth their own; They deemed that soon the whirlwind of their ire Would sweep down tower and palace, dome and spire, The Christian altars and the Augustan throne. In And soon, they cried, shall Austria bow To the dust her lofty brow. The princedoms of Almayne Shall wear the Phrygian chain; humbler waves shall vassal Tiber roll; And Rome, a slave forlorn, Her laurelled tresses shorn, Shall feel our iron in her inmost soul. As the curling smoke wreaths fly |