Poetical Remains of the Late Mrs Hemans/On a Scene in the Dargle

by Felicia Hemans

VI.

ON A SCENE IN THE DARGLE.

Twas a bright moment of my life when first,
O thou pure stream through rocky portals flowing!
That temple-chamber of thy glory burst
On my glad sight!—thy pebbly couch lay glowing
With deep mosaic hues; and, richly throwing
O'er thy cliff-walls a tinge of autumn's vest,
High bloom'd the heath-flowers, and the wild wood's crest
Was touched with gold.—Flow ever thus, bestowing
Gifts of delight, sweet stream! on all who move
Gently along thy shores; and oh! if love,
—True love, in secret nurs'd, with sorrow fraught—
Should sometimes bear his treasured griefs to Thee,
Then full of kindness let thy music be,
Singing repose to every troubled thought!