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The People answered with a loud acclaim:
Or shake his high desert.*
Thus was a Brother by a Brother saved;
A thing of no esteem;
FAREWELL LINES. • High bliss is only for a higher state,' But, surely, if severe afflictions borne With patience merit the reward of peace, Peace ye deserve; and may the solid good, Sought by a wise though late exchange, and here With bounteous hand beneath a cottage roof To you accorded, never be withdrawn, Nor for the world's best promises renounced. Most soothing was it for a welcome friend, Fresh from the crowded city, to behold That lonely union, privacy so deep, Such calm employments, such entire content. So when the rain is over, the storm laid, A pair of herons oft-times have I seen, Upon a rocky islet, side by side, Drying their feathers in the sun, at ease; And so, when night with grateful gloom had fallen, Two glow-worms in such nearness that they shared, As seemed, their soft self-satisfying light, Each with the other on the dewy ground, Where He that made them blesses their repose. When wandering among lakes and hills I note, Once more, those creatures thus by nature paired, And guarded in their tranquil state of life, Even as your happy presence to my mind Their union brought, will they repay the debt, And send a thankful spirit back to you, With hope that we, dear friends! shall meet again.
TO A BUTTERFLY.
I've watched you now a full half-hour,
How motionless !-- not frozen seas
This plot of Orchard-ground is ours,
COMPOSED IN THE YEAR 1802.
FAREWELL, thou little Nook of mountain-ground,
Our boat is safely anchored by the shore,
Sunshine and shower be with you, bud and bell!
We go for One to whom ye will be dear,
to you herself will wed, And lo
sed life that we lead here.
Dear Spot! which we have watched with tender heed, | Oft did we see him driving full in view
At mid-day when the sun was shining bright;
A mighty wonder bred among our quiet crew.
Ah! piteous sight it was to see this man
When he came back to us, a withered flower,er i Mast taken gifts which thou dost little need.
Or like a sinful creature, pale and wan.
Look at the common grass from hour to hour:
And oftentimes, how long I fear to say,
Where apple-trees in blossom made a bower,
Retired in that sunshiny shade he lay;
And, like a naked Indian, slept himself away.
Great wonder to our gentle Tribe it was
Whenever from our Valley he withdrew;
For happier soul no living creature has
Than he had, being here the long day through
Some thought he was a lover, and did woo:
But Verse was what he had been wedded to;
And his own mind did like a tempest strong
Glittered at evening like a starry sky;
With him there often walked in friendly guise,
Or lay upon the moss by brook or tree,
A noticeable man with large gray eyes, is O happy Garden ! whose seclusion deep
And a pale face that seemed undoubtedly * Hath been so friendly to industrious hours,
As if a blooming face it ought to be;
Heavy his low-hung lip did oft appear
Deprest by weight of musing Phantasy;
Profound his forehead was, though not severe;
Yet some did think that he had little business here.
Sweet heaven forefend! his was a lawful right;
Like branches when strong winds the trees annoy.
Nor lacked his calmer hours device or toy
To banish listlessness and irksome care;
He would have taught you how you might employ
Yourself; and many did to him repair,-
And certes not in vain; he had inventions rare.
Inw thy bosom we again shall creep.
Whorn without blame I may not overlook;
go to-morrow or belike to-day-
Thos often would he leave our peaceful home,
He would entice that other Man to hear
“O! what a weight is in these shades! Ye leaves,
Look at the fate of summer Flowers,
Is not so long!
space hath Virgin's Beauty to disclose Her sweets, and triumph o'er the breathing Rose ?
Not even an hour!
“Roll back, sweet Rill! back to thy mountain bounds,
The deepest grove whose foliage hid
So soon be lost.
“Thou Eglantine, whose arch so proudly towers
Then shall Love teach some virtuous Youth "To draw, out of the Object of his eyes," The whilst on Thee they gaze in simple truth, Hues more exalted, “ a refined Form," That dreads not age, nor suffers from the worm,
And never dies.
The man who makes this feverish complaint Is one of giant stature, who could dance Equipped from head to foot in iron mail. Ah, gentle Love! if ever thought was thine To store up kindred hours for me, thy face Turn from me, gentle Love! nor let me walk Within the sound of Emma's voice, or know Such happiness as I have known to-day.
*T is said, that some have died for love: And here and there a church-yard grave is found In the cold North's unhallowed ground, Because the wretched Man himself had slain, His love was such a grievous pain. And there is one whom I five years have known; He dwells alone Upon lielvellyn's side :
The peace which others seek they find;