Of fond regret be still thy choice, Of Jesus from her tomb! "I AM THE WAY, THE TRUTH, AND THE LIFE.” IV. EPITAPH IN THE CHAPEL-YARD OF LANGDALE, WESTMORELAND. Br playful smiles, (alas! too oft A sad heart's sunshine,) by a soft Through life was OWEN LLOYD endeared Το young and old; and how revered Had been that pious spirit, a tide Of humble mourners testified, When, after pains dispensed to prove The measure of God's chastening love, Here, brought from far, his corse found rest,- Urged less for this Yew's shade, though he Through good and evil, help might have, V. ADDRESS TO THE SCHOLARS OF THE 1798. I COME, ye little noisy Crew, I raised, while kneeling by his side, Here did he sit confined for hours; Could hear the wind and mark the showers Come streaming down the streaming panes. Now stretched beneath his grass-green He rests a prisoner of the ground. He loved the breathing air, He loved the sun, but if it rise Or set, to him where now he lies, Alas! what idle words; but take The Dirge which, for our Master's sake With learned ears may ill agree, But, chanted by your Orphan Choir, Will make a touching melody.. mound DIRGE. Mourn, Shepherd, near thy old gray stone; Thou Angler, by the silent flood; And mourn when thou art all alone, Thou one blind Sailor, rich in joy Born deaf, and living deaf and dumb. Thou drooping sick Man, bless the Guide Who checked or turned thy headstrong youth, As he before had sanctified Thy infancy with heavenly truth. Ye Striplings, light of heart and gay, For us who here in funeral strain And when our hearts shall feel a sting BY THE SIDE OF THE GRAVE SOME YEARS AFTER. LONG time his pulse hath ceased to beat; Expressed in every eye we meet To stately Hall and Cottage rude Flowed from his life what still they hold, And blessings half a century old. O true of heart, of spirit gay, Such solace find we for our loss; VI. ELEGIAC STANZAS, SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE OF PEELE CASTLE, IN A STORM, PAINTED BY SIR GEORGE BEAUMONT. I WAS thy neighbor once, thou rugged Pile! So pure the sky, so quiet was the air! *See, upon the subject of the three foregoing pieces, the Fountain, &c., in the fourth volume of the Author's Poems. |