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Henry Charles Beeching, ed. (1859–1919). Lyra Sacra: A Book of Religious Verse. 1903.

By Richard Hurrell Froude (1803–1836)

New and Old Self

WHY 1 sitt’st thou on that sea-girt rock
  With downward look and sadly dreaming eye:
Play’st thou beneath with Proteus’ flock,
  Or with the far-bound sea-bird wouldst thou fly?
  I sit upon this sea-girt rock
With downward look and dreaming eye;
  But neither do I sport with Proteus’ flock,
Nor with the far-bound sea-bird would I fly.
  I list the plash so clear and chill
Of yon old fisher’s solitary oar:        10
  I watch the waves that rippling still
Chase one another o’er the marble shore.
  Yet from the splash of yonder oar
No dreamy sound of sadness comes to me:
  And yon fresh waves that beat the shore,        15
How merrily they splash, how merrily!
  I mourn for the delicious days,
When those calm sounds fell on my childish ear,
  A stranger yet to the wild ways
Of triumph and remorse, of hope and fear.        20
  Mourn’st thou, poor soul! and wouldst thou yet
Call back the things which shall not, cannot be?
  Heaven must be won, not dreamed; thy task is set,
Peace was not made for earth, nor rest for thee. 2
Note 1. The Rev. R. H. Froude, elder brother of the historian, J. A. Froude, was one of the pioneers of the Oxford movement. He died aged 33 years, of consumption. It was owing to his ill-health that the voyage was undertaken to Italy, on which Newman accompanied him, and to which we owe the “Lyra Apostolica.” [back]
Note 2.
    Haec memini, et victum frustra contendere Thyrsin,
Ex illo Corydon Corydon est tempore nobis.