Oh go, and gaze,--when the low winds of ev'n
Breathe hymns, and Nature's many forests nod
Their gold-crown'd heads; and the rich blooms of heav'n
Sun-ripen'd give their blushes up to God;
And mountain-rocks and cloudy steeps are riv'n
By founts of fire, as smitten by the rod
Of heavenly Moses,--that your thirsty sense
May quench its longings of magnificence!


XX.

"Yet suns shall perish--stars shall fade away--
Day into darkness--darkness into death--
Death into silence; the warm light of day,
The blooms of summer, the rich glowing breath
Of even--all shall wither and decay,
Like the frail furniture of dreams beneath
The touch of morn--or bubbles of rich dyes
That break and vanish in the aching eyes."


XXI.

They hear, soul-blushing, and repentant shed
Unwholesome thoughts in wholesome tears, and pour
Their sin to earth,--and with low drooping head
Receive the solemn blessing, and implore
Its grace--then soberly with chasten'd tread,
They meekly press towards the gusty door