A day like this which I have left Full thirty years behind. "And just above yon slope of corn Such colors, and no other, Were in the sky that April morn, Of this the very brother. "With rod and line I sued the sport Which that sweet season gave, And, to the church-yard come, stopped short Beside my daughter's grave. "Nine summers had she scarcely seen, The pride of all the vale; And then she sang, she would have been "Six feet in earth my Emma lay; For so it seemed, than till that day I e'er had loved before. "And turning from her grave, I met, A blooming girl, whose hair was wet "A basket on her head she bare; Her brow was smooth and white: To see a child so very fair, It was a pure delight! THE TWO APRIL MORNINGS. 1799.-1800. WE walked along, while bright and red And Matthew stopped, he looked, and said, A day like this which I have left Full thirty years behind. "And just above yon slope of corn Such colors, and no other, Were in the sky that April morn, Of this the very brother. "With rod and line I sued the sport Which that sweet season gave, 30 And, to the church-yard come, stopped short That he below may rest in peace, A Moralist perchance appears; Led, Heaven knows how! to this poor sod: One to whose smooth-rubbed soul can cling Shut close the door; press down the latch; Nor lose ten tickings of thy watch 30 In common things that round us lie That broods and sleeps on his own heart. But he is weak; both man and boy, 50 Hath been an idler in the land; Contented if he might enjoy The things which others understand. -Come hither in thy hour of strength; 60 |