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Aubrey Thomas De Vere (Обри Томас Де Вер) To Furness Abbey I. GOD, with a mighty and an outstretched hand, Stays thee from sinking, and ordains to be His witness lifted ’twixt the Irish Sea And that still beauteous, once faith-hallowed land. Stand as a sign, monastic prophet, stand! Thee, thee the speechless, God hath stablished thee To be his Baptist, crying ceaselessly In spiritual deserts like that Syrian sand! Man’s little race around thee creep and crawl, And dig, and delve, and roll their thousand wheels; Thy work is done: henceforth sabbatical Thou restest, while the world around thee reels; But every scar of thine and stony rent Cries to a proud, weak age, “Repent, repent!” II. VIRTUE goes forth from thee and sanctifies That once so peaceful shore whose peace is lost, To-day doubt-dimmed, and inly tempest-tost, Virtue most healing when sealed up it lies In relics, like thy ruins. Enmities Thou hast not. Thy gray towers sleep on mid dust; But in the resurrection of the just Thy works, contemned to-day, once more shall rise. Guard with thy dark compeer, cloud-veiled Black Coombe, Till then a land to nature and to grace So dear. Thy twin in greatness, clad with gloom, Is grander than with sunshine on his face: Thou mid abjection and the irreverent doom Art holier—O, how much!—to hearts not base. Aubrey Thomas De Vere's other poems:
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