That owns no earthly source;
Yet to all time your gifts to man endure,
God being with you, and the victory sure!
For though o'er Gods the Giants in the course
May lord it, Strength o'er Beauty; yet the Soul
Immortal, clasps the goal;
Fair Wisdom triumphs by her inborn force:
--Thus far on earth! . . . But, ah!--from mortal sight
The crowning glory veils itself in light!

_Envoy_

--Seal'd of that holy band,
Rest here, beneath the foot-fall hushing sod,
Wrapt in the peace of God,
While summer burns above thee; while the land
Disrobes; till pitying snow
Cover her bareness; till fresh Spring-winds blow,
And the sun-circle rounds itself again:--
Whilst England cries in vain
For thy wise temperance, Lucius!--But thine ear
The violent-impotent fever-restless cry,
The faction-yells of triumph, will not hear:
--Only the thrush on high
And wood-dove's moaning sweetness make reply.

Lucius Cary, second Viscount Falkland, may perhaps be defined as at once
the most poetically chivalrous and the most philosophically moderate
amongst all who took part in the pre-restoration struggles. He was
killed in the royal army at the first battle of Newbury, Sep. 20, 1643,