XXII. REGRETS. WOULD that our scrupulous Sires had dared to leave A stir of mind too natural to deceive; Giving the Memory help when she would weave Killing the bud o'er which in vain we grieve. XXIII. MUTABILITY. FROM low to high doth dissolution climb, And sinks from high to low, along a scale Of awful notes, whose concord shall not fail; A musical but melancholy chime, Which they can hear who meddle not with crime, Nor avarice, nor over-anxious care. Truth fails not; but her outward forms that bear Its crown of weeds, but could not even sustain XXIV. OLD ABBIES. MONASTIC Domes! following my downward way, And faults of others, gently as he may Teaching us to forget them or forgive. Perversely curious, then, for hidden ill Why should we break Time's charitable seals? Once ye were holy, ye are holy still; Your spirit freely let me drink and live! XXV. EMIGRANT FRENCH CLERGY. EVEN while I speak, the sacred roofs of France Of Faith invites. More welcome to no land Of Catholic humanity: - distrest They came, and, while the moral tempest roars Throughout the Country they have left, our shores Give to their Faith a dreadless resting-place. XXVI. CONGRATULATION. THUS all things lead to Charity-secured Good, which they dared not hope for, we have seen; Licence and slavish order, dares be free: |