MEMORIALS OF A TOUR ON THE CONTINENT
AFTER LANDING--THE VALLEY OF DOVER
WHERE be the noisy followers of the game
Which faction breeds; the turmoil where? that passed
Through Europe, echoing from the newsman's blast,
And filled our hearts with grief for England's shame.
Peace greets us;--rambling on without an aim
We mark majestic herds of cattle, free
To ruminate, couched on the grassy lea;
And hear far-off the mellow horn proclaim
The Season's harmless pastime. Ruder sound
Stirs not; enrapt I gaze with strange delight,
While consciousnesses, not to be disowned,
Here only serve a feeling to invite
That lifts the spirit to a calmer height,
And makes this rural stillness more profound.
7 'We mark majestic herds of cattle, free
This is a most grateful sight for an Englishman returning to his
native land. Everywhere one misses in the cultivated grounds
abroad, the animated and soothing accompaniment of animals ranging
and selecting their own food at will.