O’er all th’ ancestral woodlands to be thrown—
And something yet more deep. The air was fraught
With noble memories, whispering many a thought
Of England’s fathers: loftily serene,
They that had toil’d, watch’d, struggled, to secure,
Within such fabrics, worship free and pure,
Reign’d there, the o’ershadowing spirit of the scene.
[426] Fawsley Park, near Daventry.
A CHURCH IN NORTH WALES.[427]
Blessings be round it still! that gleaming fane,