And now, all eyes and feet, hath gained The middle of the arch. When list! he hears a piteous moan- A lamb, that in the pool is pent VII. The lamb had slipped into the stream, Into the gulf profound. His dam had seen him when he fell, And, while with all a mother's love Sent forth a cry forlorn, The lamb, still swimming round and round, Made answer to that plaintive sound. VIII. When he had learnt what thing it was, That sent this rueful cry; I ween, Both gladly now deferred their task; IX. He drew it gently from the pool, And brought it forth into the light: The shepherds met him with his charge, An unexpected sight! Into their arms the lamb they took, Said they, "He's neither maimed nor scarred." Then up the steep ascent they hied, And placed him at his mother's side; And gently did the Bard Those idle shepherd-boys upbraid, And bade them better mind their trade. T INFLUENCE OF NATURAL OBJECTS IN CALLING FORTH AND STRENGTHENING THE IMAGINATION IN BOYHOOD AND EARLY YOUTH: FROM AN UNPUBLISHED POEM. (This Extract is reprinted from "THE FRIEND.") WISDOM and spirit of the universe! Thou soul, that art the eternity of thought! And giv'st to forms and images a breath "Twas mine among the fields both day and night, And in the frosty season, when the sun It was indeed for all of us; for me It was a time of rapture!-Clear and loud The village clock tolled six-I wheeled about, That cares not for its home.-All shod with steel And woodland pleasures,-the resounding horn, And not a voice was idle: with the din Of melancholy, not unnoticed, while the stars, Not seldom from the uproar I retired Glanced sideway, leaving the tumultuous throng That gleamed upon the ice; and oftentimes, Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me-even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round! Behind me did they stretch in solemn train, TO H. C. SIX YEARS OLD. O THOU whose fancies from afar are brought; The breeze-like motion and the self-born carol; In such clear water, that thy boat May rather seem To brood on air than on an earthly stream; Suspended in a stream as clear as sky, Where earth and heaven do make one imagery O blessed vision! happy child! That art so exquisitely wild, I think of thee with many fears For what may be thy lot in future years. I thought of times when pain might be thy guest. Lord of thy house and hospitality; And grief, uneasy lover! never rest But when she sate within the touch of thee. Oh! too industrious folly! Oh! vain and causeless melancholy! Or, lengthening out thy season of delight, A young lamb's heart among the full-grown flocks. Or the injuries of to-morrow? Thou art a dew-drop, which the morn brings forth. Not framed to undergo unkindly shocks; Or to be trailed along the soiling earth; A gem that glitters while it lives, And no forewarning gives; But, at the touch of wrong, without a strife |