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And there they built up, without mortar or lime,
Just half a week after, the wind sallied forth,
From the peak of the crag blew the giant away.
They built him of stones gathered up as they lay:
They built him and christened him all in one day, "Twas little Barbara Lewthwaite, a child of beauty
And so without scruple they called him Ralph Jones.
Nor sheep nor kine were near; the lamb was all alone,
And by a slender cord was tethered to a stone; With one knee on the grass did the little Maiden kneel,
The lamb, while from her hand he thus his supper
took, Seemed to feast with head and ears; and his tail with pleasure shook.
"Drink, pretty creature, drink," she said in such
That I almost received her heart into my own.
the beautiful dale of Legberthwaite, along the high road
between Keswick and Ambleside.
I watched them with delight, they were a lovely pair.
Right towards the lamb she looked; and from a shady place
I unobserved could see the workings of her face : If Nature to her tongue could measured numbers bring,
Thus, thought I, to her lamb that little Maid might sing:
"What ails thee, young One? what? Why pull
Is it not well with thee? well both for bed and board?
What is it thou wouldst seek? What is wanting to thy heart?
Thy limbs are they not strong? And beautiful thou art :
This grass is tender grass; these flowers they have no peers;
And that green corn all day is rustling in thy ears!
Rest, little young One, rest; thou hast forgot the day
While to that mountain-lamb she gave its evening Many flocks were on the hills, but thou wert owned
If the sun be shining hot, do but stretch thy woollen
The rain and storm are things that scarcely can
And thy mother from thy side for evermore was gone.
He took thee in his arms, and in pity brought thee home :
A blessed day for thee! then whither wouldst thou roam ?
TO H. C.
SIX YEARS OLD.
O THOU ! whose fancies from afar are brought;
The breeze-like motion and the self-born carol;
To brood on air than on an earthly stream;
Where earth and heaven do make one imagery;
I think of thee with many fears
I thought of times when Pain might be thy guest,
But when she sate within the touch of thee.
O vain and causeless melancholy!
A young lamb's heart among the full-grown flocks.
But, at the touch of wrong, without a strife
INFLUENCE OF NATURAL OBJECTS
IN CALLING FORTH AND STRENGTHENING THE IMAGI NATION 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FROM AN UNPUBLISHED POEM.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 And everlasting motion! not in vain,
By day or star-light, thus from my first dawn