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William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт) Iona I. ON to Iona! — What can she afford To us save matter for a thoughtful sigh, Heaved over ruin with stability In urgent contrast? To diffuse the Word (Thy paramount, mighty Nature! and time’s Lord) Her temples rose, mid pagan gloom; but why, Even for a moment, has our verse deplored Their wrongs, since they fulfilled their destiny? And when, subjected to a common doom Of mutability, those far-famed piles Shall disappear from both the sister isles, Iona’s saints, forgetting not past days, Garlands shall wear of amaranthine bloom, While heaven’s vast sea of voices chants their praise. II. Upon Landing HOW sad a welcome! To each voyager Some ragged child holds up for sale a store Of wave-worn pebbles, pleading on the shore Where once came monk and nun with gentle stir, Blessings to give, news ask, or suit prefer. Yet is yon neat, trim church a grateful speck Of novelty amid the sacred wreck Strewn far and wide. Think, proud philosopher! Fallen though she be, this glory of the west, Still on her sons the beams of mercy shine; And hopes, perhaps more heavenly bright than thine, A grace by thee unsought and unpossest, A faith more fixed, a rapture more divine, Shall gild their passage to eternal rest. William Wordsworth's other poems:
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