MEMORIALS OF A TOUR ON THE CONTINENT, 1820
FROM the Pier’s head, musing, and with increase Of wonder, I have watched this sea-side Town, Under the white cliff’s battlemented crown, Hushed to a depth of more than Sabbath peace: The streets and quays are thronged, but why disown Their natural utterance: whence this strange release From social noise–silence elsewhere unknown?– A Spirit whispered, “Let all wonder cease; Ocean’s o’erpowering murmurs have set free Thy sense from pressure of life’s common din; 10 As the dread Voice that speaks from out the sea Of God’s eternal Word, the Voice of Time Doth deaden, shocks of tumult, shrieks of crime, The shouts of folly, and the groans of sin.”