England and Yesterday

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</SPAN></span></p> <h2>II.<br/><small>THE OLD DIAL OF CORPUS.</small></h2> <div class="poetry-container"> <div class="poetry"> <div class="verse">Warden of hours and ages, here I dwell,</div> <div class="verse">Who saw young Keble pass, with sighing shook</div> <div class="verse">For good unborn; and, towards a willow nook,</div> <div class="verse">Pole, princely in the senate and the cell;</div> <div class="verse">And doubting the near boom of Osney bell,</div> <div class="verse">Turning on me that sweetly subtile look,</div> <div class="verse">Erasmus, in his breast an Attic book:</div> <div class="verse">Peacemakers all, their dreams to ashes fell.</div> <div class="verse">Naught steadfast may I image nor attain</div> <div class="verse">Save steadfast labour; futile must I grope</div> <div class="verse">After my god, like him, inconstant bright.</div> <div class="verse">But sun and shade must unto you remain</div> <div class="verse">Alternately a symbol and a hope,</div> <div class="verse">Men, spirits! of Emmanuel your Light.</div> </div></div> <hr> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />