20 ADIEU TO BRITANNY.
XL
Be it thine in the broad beaten ways That the world's simple seniors hâve trod
To walk with soft steps , living peaceable days , And on earth not forgetful of God.
XIL
Nor repîne that thy lot has been cast.
With the things of the « Oldtime before » , For to thee are committed the keys of the Past ,
Oh , grey; monumental Arvôr !
XIII.
Yes , land of the great standing stones ,
It is thine at thy feet to survey, From thy earlier Shepherd-Kings' sepulchre-thrones ,
The giant far-stretching array,
XIV.
Where , abroad o'er the gorse-covered lande , Where , along by the slow-breaking wave ,
The hoary, inscrutable sentinels stand , In their night-vratch , by History's grave.
XV.
Préserve them : nor fear for thy charge : From the loins of the Morning they sprung
Wem the v^^orks of yomig Mankind were lasting and lai^ As the v^ they embodied was younj^
XVL
I bave stood on Old Sarum : the sun With a ruddy regard from the v^^est
