The following stanzas are from a poem whose Latin title signifies that Love conquers death.

In this poem the author becomes the equal of Tennyson as a master of language.
The plunging rocks, whose ravenous throats The sea in wrath and mockery fills, The smoke that up the valley floats, The girlhood of the growing hills; The thunderings from the miners' ledge, The wild assaults on nature's hoard, The peak that stormward bares an edge Ground sharp in days when Titans warred; Grim heights, by wandering clouds embraced Where lightning's ministers conspire, Grey glens, with tarns and streamlet laced, Stark forgeries of primeval fire.
These scenes may gladden many a mind Awhile from homelier thoughts released, And here my fellow men may find A Sabbath and a vision-feast.
_I bless them in the good they feel; And yet I bless them with a sigh; On me this grandeur stamps the seal Of tyrannous mortality._ _The pitiless mountain stands so sure.
The human breast so weakly heaves, That brains decay while rocks endure.
At this the insatiate spirit grieves._ But hither, oh ideal bride! For whom this heart in silence aches, Love is unwearied as the tide, Love is perennial as the lakes.
Come thou.

The spiky crags will seem One harvest of one heavenly year, And fear of death, like childish dream, Will pass and flee, when thou art here.
Very possibly this charming meditation was written on the Welsh coast; there is just such scenery as the poem describes, and the grand peak of Snowdon would well realize the imagination of the line about the girlhood of the growing hills.

The melancholy of the latter part of the composition is the same melancholy to be found in "Mimnermus in Church," the first of Cory's poems which we read together.

It is the Greek teaching that there is nothing to console us for the great doubt and mystery of existence except unselfish affection.