POEMS
COMPOSED OR SUGGESTED DURING A TOUR IN THE SUMMER OF 1833
XXXII. IONA
POEMS
COMPOSED OR SUGGESTED DURING A TOUR IN THE SUMMER OF 1833
ON to Iona!–What can she afford To ‘us’ save matter for a thoughtful sigh, Heaved over ruin with stability In urgent contrast? To diffuse the WORD (Thy Paramount, mighty Nature! and Time’s Lord) Her Temples rose, ‘mid pagan gloom; but why, Even for a moment, has our verse deplored Their wrongs, since they fulfilled their destiny? And when, subjected to a common doom Of mutability, those far-famed Piles 10 Shall disappear from both the sister Isles, Iona’s Saints, forgetting not past days, Garlands shall wear of amaranthine bloom, While heaven’s vast sea of voices chants their praise.