HARK! 'tis the Thrush, undaunted, undeprest, Nor does that roaring wind deaden his strain And seems, as more incited, still more blest. And in a moment charmed my cares to rest. Yes, I will forth, bold Bird! and front the blast, So loud, so clear, my Partner through life's day, RYDAL MOUNT, I 'Tis Ile whose yester-evening's high disdain Does the hour's drowsy weight his glee restrain? He can pour forth his spirit. In heaven above, FAILING impartial measure to dispense To every suitor, Equity is lame; And social Justice, stript of reverence For natural rights, a mockery and a shame; If, guarding grossest things from common claim For books!" Yes, heartless Ones, or be it proved Be turned; and streams of truth dried up, even at their source! VI. A POET TO HIS GRANDCHILD. (Sequel to the foregoing.) "Sox of my buried Son, while thus thy hand Is clasping mine, it saddens me to think "How Want may press thee down, and with thee sink Thy Children left unfit, through vain demand “Of culture, even to feel or understand My simplest Lay that to their memory · May cling ;—hard fate! which haply need not be "Did Justice mould the Statutes of the Land. "A Book time-cherished and an honoured name “Are high rewards; but bound they nature's claim "Or Reasons? No-hopes spun in timid line "From out the bosom of a modest home 66 Extend through unambitious years to come, 66 My careless Little-one, for thee and thine!" MAY 23RD. 'NOTES. Dedicatory Sonnet, Page 3, two last lines. Something less than joy, but more than dull content.' COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA. Page 93. Line 1 Wild Redbreast, &ć. This Sounet, as Poetry, explains itself, yet the scene of the incident having been a wild wood, it may be doubted, as a point of natural history, whether the bird was aware that his attentions were bestowed upon a human, or even a living creature. But a Redbreast will perch upon the foot of ̧à gardener at work, and alight on the handle of the spade when his hand is half upon it-this I have seen. And under my own roof I have witnessed affecting instances of the creature's friendly visits to the chambers of sick persons, as described in the Author's poems, vol. i., page 252. One of these welcome intruders used frequently to roost upon a nail in the wall, from which a picture had hung, and was ready, as morning came, to pipe his song in the hearing of the Invalid, who had been long confined to her room. These attachments to a particular person, when marked and continued, used to be reckoned ominous; but the superstition is passing away. GG |