Chapter 421

He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast.

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He prayeth best, who loveth best All things, both great and small.

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A sadder and a wiser man, He rose the morrow morn.

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_Christabel_. Part ii.

Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth: And constancy lives in realms above.

_The Devil's Thoughts_.

And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin, Is pride that apes humility.

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_Love_.

All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feeds his sacred flame.

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_Reflections on having left a Place of Retirement_.

Blest hour! it was a luxury--to be!

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_Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni_.

Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star In his steep course?

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Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines.

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Motionless torrents! silent cataracts!

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Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.

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_The Three Graves_.

A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive.

_The Visit of the Gods_.

Never, believe me, Appear the Immortals, Never alone.

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_The Knight's Tomb_.

The Knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust; His soul is with the saints, I trust.

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_On Taking Leave of_--. 1817. To know, to esteem, to love--and then to part, Makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart!

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_Cologne_.

The river Rhine, it is well known, Doth wash your city of Cologne; But tell me, nymphs! what power divine Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?

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_Wallenstein_.