220 The Story tells what courses were pursued, Then to his people cried, "Receive your lord, restored!" 225 The people answered with a loud acclaim : Yet more ;-heart-smitten by the heroic deed, The reinstated Artegal became Earth's noblest penitent; from bondage freed Of vice-thenceforth unable to subvert Or shake his high desert. 230 Long did he reign; and, when he died, the tear Of universal grief bedewed his honoured bier. Thus was a Brother by a Brother saved; 234 seem A thing of no esteem; 240 And, from this triumph of affection pure, 1815. III. TO A BUTTERFLY. I'VE watched you now a full half-hour, I know not if you sleep or feed. What joy awaits you, when the breeze This plot of orchard-ground is ours; Come often to us, fear no wrong; Sit near us on the bough! We'll talk of sunshine and of song, And summer days, when we were young; 5 ΙΟ 15 April 20, 1802. IV. A FAREWELL. FAREWELL, thou little Nook of mountainground, Thou rocky corner in the lowest stair Of that magnificent temple which doth bound One side of our whole vale with grandeur rare 5 Sweet garden-orchard, eminently fair, care, Thee, and the Cottage which thou dost surround. Here are they in our sight--we have no more. 15 Sunshine and shower be with you, bud and bell! For two months now in vain we shall be sought; We leave you here in solitude to dwell With these our latest gifts of tender thought; Thou, like the morning, in thy saffron coat, 21 Bright gowan, and marsh-marigold, farewell! Whom from the borders of the Lake we brought, And placed together near our rocky Well. 25 We go for One to whom ye will be dear; Dear Spot! which we have watched with tender heed, Bringing thee chosen plants and blossoms blown. Among the distant mountains, flower and weed, Which thou hast taken to thee as thy own, 36 Making all kindness registered and known; Thou for our sakes, though Nature's child indeed, Fair in thyself and beautiful alone, Hast taken gifts which thou dost little need. 40 And O most constant, yet most fickle Place, That hast thy wayward moods, as thou dost show To them who look not daily on thy face; Thou easy-hearted Thing, with thy wild race 45 Help us to tell Her tales of years gone by, 51 Something must stay to tell us of the rest. Here, thronged with primroses, the steep rock's breast Glittered at evening like a starry sky; And in this bush our sparrow built her nest, 55 O happy Garden! whose seclusion deep 60 And wild notes warbled among leafy bowers; Two burning months let summer overleap, And, coming back with Her who will be ours, Into thy bosom we again shall creep. May 29, 1802. 亦 STANZAS WRITTEN IN MY POCKET-COPY OF THOMSON'S CASTLE OF INDOLENCE.' WITHIN Our happy Castle there dwelt One 5 Seek for him, he is fled; and whither none can say. ; 11 Thus often would he leave our peaceful home, height: Oft could we see him driving full in view 15 Ah! piteous sight it was to see this Man power 21 Look at the common grass from hour to hour : |