Now be the Spirit of heaven’s truth my guide
Through the bright land!—that no brief gladness, found
In passing bloom, rich odour, or sweet sound,
May lure my footsteps from their aim aside:
Their true, high quest—to seek, if ne’er to gain,
The inmost, purest shrine of that august domain.
9th September.
TO SILVIO PELLICO, ON READING HIS “PRIGIONE.”
There are who climb the mountain’s heathery side,
Or, in life’s vernal strength triumphant, urge