fire bloomed from frost

"There doth the gentle Creature lie
With those adversities unmoved;
Calm spectacle, by earth and sky
In their benignity approved! And aye,
methinks, this hoary Pile, Subdued by
outrage and decay, Looks down upon her
with a smile, A gracious smile,
that seems to say--
"Thou, thou art not a Child of Time,
But Daughter of the Eternal Prime!"