Sonnet Written on Seeing Some Beautiful Lines on Bamborough Castle in Richards's Poems
R ICHARDS , I love the hallow'd line,
That blazons worth — the deed divine;
And when thy Durham owns the lays,
The world approves the voice of praise.
Yet, though he views, with eye benign,
The tidal tumult — war of waves;
'Tis Crewe that on the cliff sublime,
On Bamborough's summit saves.
Spirit of Heaven! I see thee slowly tread,
The boisterous beach, by Mercy, Pity, led;
And pausing, listen, to the piercing shriek,
Float on the foaming surge — the sufferers seek!
And saved, they live; I hear the Anthem rise,
The sweetest incense to accepting skies.
That blazons worth — the deed divine;
And when thy Durham owns the lays,
The world approves the voice of praise.
Yet, though he views, with eye benign,
The tidal tumult — war of waves;
'Tis Crewe that on the cliff sublime,
On Bamborough's summit saves.
Spirit of Heaven! I see thee slowly tread,
The boisterous beach, by Mercy, Pity, led;
And pausing, listen, to the piercing shriek,
Float on the foaming surge — the sufferers seek!
And saved, they live; I hear the Anthem rise,
The sweetest incense to accepting skies.
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