MISSIONS AND TRAVELS

By William Wordsworth

Not sedentary all: there are who roam

To scatter seeds of life on barbarous shores;

Or quit with zealous step their knee-worn floors

To seek the general mart of Christendom;

Whence they, like richly-laden merchants, come

To their beloved cells:— or shall we say

That, like the Red-cross Knight, they urge their way,

To lead in memorable triumph home

Truth, their immortal Una? Babylon,

Learned and wise, hath perished utterly,

Nor leaves her Speech one word to aid the sigh

That would lament her;— Memphis, Tyre, are gone

With all their Arts,— but classic lore glides on

By these Religious saved for all posterity.