THE LIGHTED BUILDING. THERE is a building by yon river lone And walking homewards, upon wintry nights, When on the thorn the bitter north wind smites, And in mine ear the rustling broom makes moan,Or on some mild dusk evening, ere hath shone The moonlight on the Mourne,-the place doth seem A blank and purposeless pile beside the stream. But suddenly lit up, mine eye hath known A line of lustrous windows all ablaze ;— A palace of enchantment exquisite, A fairy fabric self-illuminated : Dark building of God's word! with what amaze CAMUS, 1862. THOUGHTS BY THE SEA. I. I HAD been reading Paul's great argument, Under reef'd topsails through a strait to drop. A touch of moonlight on her sails; before her, World without end, the waves; the blue sky o'er her. Behold, I thought, an image grandly true! After Predestination's narrow road The silver ocean of the Love of God. II. A hot day in September. A white mist Between Lough Swilly and the mountain spur A curlew was the only harmonist. The sole shapes there were gulls, that in the heat But far afield, howe'er the day may burn, "A WINTER GALE IN THE CHANNEL.” (PAINTED BY HENRY MOORE.) I. I LOVE this ocean picture's pale reserve: II. Nor only this-lesson of more than art! Look on straight forward to life's very heart : Who dares, by gift supernal rendered wise, Deem truth more beautiful for all true eyes Than garish things made merely for the mart; Whether he paint or write or live his thought, To that which he produces shall be lent An immortality of ravishment, One day it shall be own'd divinely wrought; And all the sternness of its strength shall be Like the grave beauty of this pictured sea. |