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Thou wander'st the wide world about,
Meek, yielding to the occasion's call,
In peace fulfilling.
THE SMALL CELANDINE
THERE is a Flower, the lesser Celandine,
That shrinks, like many more, from cold and rain ; And, the first moment that the sun may shine, Bright as the sun himself, 'tis out again!
When hailstones have been falling, swarm on swarm,
In close self-shelter, like a Thing at rest.
But lately, one rough day, this Flower I passed
I stopped, and said with inly-muttered voice,
"It doth not love the shower, nor seek the cold : This neither is its courage nor its choice,
But its necessity in being old.
The sunshine may not cheer it, nor the dew;
Stiff in its members, withered, changed of hue."
To be a Prodigal's Favourite—then, worse truth,
O Man, that from thy fair and shining youth
Age might but take the things Youth needed not!
THIS Lawn, a carpet all alive
With shadows flung from leaves—to strive
In dance, amid a press
Of sunshine, an apt emblem yields
Of Worldlings revelling in the fields
Less quick the stir when tide and breeze
Forbid a moment's rest;
The medley less when boreal Lights
To feats of arms addrest !
Yet, spite of all this eager strife,
So fair, so sweet, withal so sensitive,
Would that the little Flowers were born to live,
That to this mountain-daisy's self were known
And what if hence a bold desire should mount
So might he ken how by his sovereign aid
And were the Sister-power that shines by night
Fond fancies! wheresoe'er shall turn thine eye
All vain desires, all lawless wishes quelled,
TO A SKY-LARK
ETHEREAL minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky!
Leave to the nightingale her shady wood;
Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood
Type of the wise who soar, but never roam ;
True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home!
THE GREEN LINNET
BENEATH these fruit-tree boughs that shed
In this sequestered nook how sweet
And birds and flowers once more to greet,
One have I marked, the happiest guest
In all this covert of the blest :
Hail to Thee, far above the rest
In joy of voice and pinion!
While birds, and butterflies, and flowers,
A Life, a Presence like the Air,
Thyself thy own enjoyment.