01c. 1831 ADAnd thou, vast ocean! on whose awful face Time's iron feet can print no ruin-trace.Robert Montgomery / quote ↗
02c. 1831 ADThe soul aspiring pants its source to mount, As streams meander level with their fount.Robert Montgomery / quote ↗
03c. 1831 ADThe solitary monk who shook the world From pagan slumber, when the gospel trump Thunder'd its challenge from his dauntless lips In peals of truth.Robert Montgomery / quote ↗
04c. 1831 ADAnd not from Nature up to Nature's God, But down from Nature's God look Nature through.Robert Montgomery / quote ↗
05c. 1831 ADHow pure The grace, the gentleness of virtuous age! Though solemn, not austere; though wisely dead To passion, and the wildering dreams of hope, Not unalive to tenderness and truth,— The good old man is honoured and revered, And breathes upon the young-limbed race around A grey and venerable charm of years.Robert Montgomery / quote ↗
06c. 1831 ADElysian race! while o’er their slumbering flocks The Galilean shepherds watched, ye came To sing hosannas to the heaven-born Babe, And shed the brightness of your beauty round: Nor have ye left the world, but still, unseen, Surround the earth, as guardians of the good, Inspiring souls, and leading them to heaven; And oh! when shadows of the state unknown Advance, and life endures the grasp of death, ’Tis yours to hallow and illume the mind, The starry wreath to bring, by angels worn, And crown the spirit for her native sphere.Robert Montgomery / quote ↗
07c. 1831 ADAnd now came on temptation’s demon hour To crush the Saviour! By the Holy Ghost Constrained, within a desert’s trackless wild Alone He wandered, unperceived by eyes Of mortal; there to fathom time and truth, Redemption and the vast designs of Love. ***** Thus forty days of dire temptation leagued Their might hell-born, with hunger, thirst, and pain. Meanwhile, in thankless calm the world reposed, Life went her rounds, and busy hearts maintain’d Their wonted purpose: still uprose the parent orb, And all the dewy ravishment of flowers Enkindled; day and ocean mingled smiles, And then, meek night with starr’d enchantment rose, While moonlight wander’d o’er the palmy hills Of green-hair’d Palestine: and thus unmark’d By aught portentous, save demonian wiles, His fasting period in the desert gloom Messiah braved.Robert Montgomery / quote ↗