Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; 30 We carved not a line, and we raised not a stoneBut we left him alone with his glory. C. WOLFE. 219 SIMON LEE THE OLD HUNTSMAN In the sweet shire of Cardigan, No man like him the horn could sound, In those proud days he little cared 5 10 To blither tasks did Simon rouse 15 He all the country could outrun, Could leave both man and horse behind; And often, ere the chase was done, 20 And still there's something in the world For when the chiming hounds are out, But O the heavy change !-bereft 25 Of health, strength, friends, and kindred, see! Old Simon to the world is left In liveried poverty : His master's dead, and no one now Men, dogs, and horses, all are dead; 30 And he is lean and he is sick ; His body, dwindled and awry, Rests upon ankles swoln and thick; 35 One prop he has, and only one, Lives with him, near the waterfall, Beside their moss-grown hut of clay, This scrap of land he from the heath 40 45 Oft, working by her husband's side, 50 And, though you with your utmost skill 'Tis little, very little, all That they can do between them. Few months of life has he in store As he to you will tell, For still, the more he works, the more Do his weak ankles swell. My gentle reader, I perceive How patiently you've waited, And now I fear that you expect Some tale will be related. 55 60 O reader! had you in your mind O gentle reader! you would find Ă tale in every thing. What more I have to say is short, One summer-day I chanced to see 'You're overtask'd, good Simon Lee, I struck, and with a single blow 65 70 75 80 85 The tears into his eyes were brought, 90 So fast out of his heart, I thought -I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning. W. WORDSWORTH. 95 220 THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES I have had playmates, I have had companions I have been laughing, I have been carousing, I loved a love once, fairest among women : 6 10 I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man : Earth seem'd a desert I was bound to traverse, 15 Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, left me, And some are taken from me; all are departed; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. 19 221 C. LAMB. THE JOURNEY ONWARDS As slow our ship her foamy track When, round the bowl, of vanish'd years And when in other climes we meet Where all looks flowery, wild, and sweet, As travellers oft look back at eve T. MOORE. 222 YOUTH AND AGE There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away, When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay; "Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past. |