Page:Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 35 1832.pdf/6



They dreamt not of a perishable home Who thus could build. Be mine, in hours of fear Or grovelling thought, to seek a refuge here." Wordsworth.

and mighty minster of old Time! A Temple shadowy with remembrances Of the majestic Past!—the very Light Streams with a colouring of heroic days In every ray, which leads through arch and aisle A path of dreamy lustre, wandering back To other years;—and the rich fretted roof, And the wrought coronals of summer leaves, Ivy and Vine, and many a sculptured Rose,— The tenderest image of Mortality— Binding the slender columns, whose light shafts Cluster like stems in corn-sheaves—all these things Tell of a Race that nobly, fearlessly, On their heart's worship poured a Wealth of Love!