Classic Poem

A MOST impressive change it must,
Methinks, to such an one have been,
To abdicate the abbot's trust,
And seek this solitary scene;

Resigning all the ample sway
Of yon fair abbey's outstretch'd lands
For this small cell, this silent bay,
And barren beach of drifted sands.

O, did he feel how little all
Religion's outward pomp and power,
The soul from earth can disenthral,
And fit it for its parting hour?

And having thus been taught to trace
Snares in the path his feet had trod,
Sought he this solitary place,
Here to " prepare to meet his God? "