Australian and Other Poems/Murmurings in London II

by Roderick J. Flanagan

 

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.