Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MORNING AT BRODICK, by WILLIAM THOMSON MCAUSLANE


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First Line: Fair brodick castle by the sea
Last Line: Pardon is found and rest is sweet.
Subject(s): Castles; Morning; Religion; Theology


FAIR Brodick Castle by the sea
'Mong green embowering woods appears;
Behind, in bold sublimity,
Goatfell its graceful form uprears.
An altar to the Great Supreme
It looks, whence vapours slowly rise --
Chased by the morning's glowing beam --
Like clouds of incense to the skies;
While mutely hills around combine
To own their Maker's power Divine.

How sweet, this early summer's day,
While Nature vocal is with joy,
To Shirag's steep to take my way,
Or Rosa's vale, or quiet Glen Cloy!
By murmuring rivulet to stray,
Less happy scarce than when a boy
I sported on the gowany brae,
No cares to trouble nor annoy;
Or scented first the wild bluebell
In some remote, romantic dell!

How sweet to hear the brooklet sing,
To mark the primrose by its brim!
The butterfly is on the wing,
The glad birds chant their matin hymn;
The hawthorn fragrant makes the air,
And, gazing on the peaceful scene,
From earth so bright to sky so fair,
With not a cloud to intervene,
All things beneath, around, above,
Proclaim my God a God of love.

But storms will come, and thunders loud
The echoes of the glens awake;
And guilty fears can seize the proud,
And make the boldest rebel quake.
'Tis vain to speak of mercy then;
For justice stern the soul pursues
And satisfaction seeks. But when
Believingly the sinner views
Mercy and truth in Jesus meet,
Pardon is found and rest is sweet.





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