SCREAMS round the Arch-druid's brow the sea-mew -- white As Menai's foam; and toward the mystic ring Where Augurs stand, the Future questioning, Slowly the cormorant aims her heavy flight, Portending ruin to each baleful rite, That, in the lapse of ages, hath crept o'er Diluvian truths, and patriarchal lore. Haughty the Bard: can these meek doctrines blight His transports? wither his heroic strains? But all shall be fulfilled; -- the Julian spear A way first opened; and, with Roman chains, The tidings come of Jesus crucified; They come -- they spread -- the weak, the suffering, hear; Receive the faith, and in the hope abide. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PATCH OF OLD SNOW by ROBERT FROST THE ROPEWALK by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE MEANING OF PRAYER by JAMES MONTGOMERY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 48. AL-WADOOD by EDWIN ARNOLD DELIVERANCE by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 45. FAREWELL TO JULIET (7) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |