“Earth, earth on the mouth of Oran, that he may blab no more.” Gaelic Proverb.
I.
THE storm had ceased to rave: subsiding slow
Lashed ocean heaved, and then lay calm and still;
From the clear North a little breeze did blow
Severing the clouds: high o’er a wooded hill
The slant sun hung intolerably bright,
And spanned the sea with a broad bridge of light.
II.
Now St. Columba rose from where he sat
Among his monkish crew; and lifting high
His pale worn hands, his eagle glances met
The awful glory which suffused the sky.
As soars the lark, sweet singing from the sod,
So prayer is wafted from his soul to God.
III.
For they in their rude coracle that day
Shuddered had climbed the crests of mountainous wave,
To plunge down glassy walls of shifting spray,
From which death roared as from an open grave;
Till, the grim fury of the tempest o’er,
Bursts on their ravished sight an azure shore.
IV.
Ah! is this solid earth which meets their view,
Or some still cloud-land islanded on high?
Those crags are too a
(Mathilde Blind)
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