Yet liberal to man's heaven-imbreathed delight
In all that sound can hint, or beauty tell.

A golden moderation!--which the wise
Then highest rate, when fury-factions roar,
And folly's choicest fools the most despise:--
--O happy Poet! laid in peace before
Rival intolerants each 'gainst other flamed,
And flames were slaked in blood, and all the grace
Of life before that sad illiterate gloom
Puritan, fled ashamed:
While, as the red moon lifts her turbid face,
Titanic features on the horizon loom!

George Herbert's brief career as a parish priest was passed at Bemerton,
a pretty village near Salisbury in the vale of the Avon. His parsonage,
with its garden running down to the stream, and the little church across
the road in which he lies buried, remain comparatively unchanged (March
26, 1880) since he lived and mused and wrote his Poems within these
precincts. The justly-famous _Temple_ was published shortly after his
death by his friend Nicholas Ferrar.

_Arabian hill_; Mount Sinai.

_Titanic features_; See _A Churchyard in Oxfordshire_, st. iii.



PRINCESS ANNE