IV.

"Behold!" the Shadow said, and lo, Where the blank heath had spread, a smiling scene; Soft woodlands sloping from a village green,[O] And, waving to blue Heaven, the happy cornfields glow: A modest roof, with ivy cluster'd o'er, And Childhood's busy mirth beside the door. But, yonder, sunset sleeping on the sod, Bow Labour's rustic sons in solemn prayer; And, self-made teacher of the truths of God, The Dreamer sees the Phantom-Cromwell there! "Art thou content, of these the greatest _Thou_," Murmur'd the Fiend, "the Master and the Priest?" A sullen anger knit the Dreamer's brow, And from his scornful lips the words came slow, "The greatest of the hamlet, Demon, No!" Loud laugh'd the Fiend--then trembled through the sky, Where haply angels watch'd, a warning sigh;-- And darkness swept the scene, and golden Quiet ceased.