Australian and Other Poems/Murmurings in London II


Fair is the temple towering to the skies,
To teach the mighty city that above
Lies the eternal land most worthy love;
Fair each palatial home, where greatly rise
Virtues to guide a gazing nation's way;
Fair is the shrine, where monumental art
Tells how the sage and hero played their part.
The park is fair, where gleam in long-array
Fair Nature's sylvan banks. But when on these
We gaze awhile, there comes a weariness,
Time makes the grandest scenes to please us less.
One pleasure passes cities, mountains, seas:
It is the joy the humblest mind may glean
From the pure bosom and the soul serene.