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To mitigate and cheer its loneliness.
Yet, round the body of that joyless Thing
Which sends so far its melancholy light,
Perhaps are seated in domestic ring
A gay society with faces bright,

Conversing, reading, laughing;—or they sing,
While hearts and voices in the

song unite.

1815. (?)

XXV.

THE stars are mansions built by Nature's hand,

And, haply, there the spirits of the blest

Dwell, clothed in radiance, their immortal

vest;

Huge Ocean shows, within his yellow strand, A habitation marvellously planned,

For life to occupy in love and rest;

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All that we see—is dome, or vault, or nest,
Or fortress, reared at Nature's sage command.
Glad thought for every season! but the
Spring

Gave it while cares were weighing on my

heart,

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'Mid song of birds, and insects murmuring; And while the youthful year's prolific artOf bud, leaf, blade, and flower-was fashioning Abodes where self-disturbance hath no part. 1820. (?)

XXVI.

DESPONDING Father! mark this altered bough,
So beautiful of late, with sunshine warmed,
Or moist with dews; what more unsightly now,
Its blossoms shrivelled, and its fruit, if formed,
Invisible? yet Spring her genial brow

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Knits not o'er that discolouring and decay
As false to expectation. Nor fret thou
At like unlovely process in the May

Of human life: à Stripling's graces blow,
Fade and are shed, that from their timely fall 10
(Misdeem it not a cankerous change) may grow
Rich mellow bearings, that for thanks shall call :
In all men, sinful is it to be slow

To hope-in Parents, sinful above all.

1835. (?)

XXVII.

CAPTIVITY.-MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS.

"As the cold aspect of a sunless way
Strikes through the Traveller's frame with
deadlier chill,

Oft as appears a grove, or obvious hill,
Glistening with unparticipated ray,

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Or shining slope where he must never stray; 5 So joys, remembered without wish or will, Sharpen the keenest edge of present ill,On the crushed heart a heavier burthen lay. Just Heaven, contract the compass of my mind To fit proportion with my altered state! Quench those felicities whose light I find Reflected in my bosom all too late!— O be my spirit, like my thraldom, strait; And, like mine eyes that stream with sorrow, blind!" 1819. (?)

XXVIII.

ST. CATHERINE OF LEDBURY.

WHEN human touch (as monkish books attest) Nor was applied nor could be, Ledbury bells Broke forth in concert flung adown the dells,

And upward, high as Malvern's cloudy crest; Sweet tones, and caught by a noble Lady blest 5 To rapture! Mabel listened at the side

Of her loved mistress: soon the music died, And Catherine said, Here I set up my rest. Warned in a dream, the Wanderer long had sought

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A home that by such miracle of sound
Must be revealed:-she heard it now, or felt
The deep, deep joy of a confiding thought;
And there, a saintly Anchoress, she dwelt
Till she exchanged for heaven that happy
ground.

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The poor old Man is greater than he seems:
For he hath waking empire, wide as dreams;
An ample sovereignty of eye and ear.

Rich are his walks with supernatural cheer; 5
The region of his inner spirit teems
With vital sounds and monitory gleams
Of high astonishment and pleasing fear.
He the seven birds hath seen, that never part,
Seen the SEVEN WHISTLERS in their nightly
rounds,

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And counted them: and oftentimes will startFor overhead are sweeping GABRIEL'S HOUNDS Doomed, with their impious Lord, the flying

Hart

To chase for ever, on aërial grounds!

1807. (?)

XXX.

FOUR fiery steeds impatient of the rein
Whirled us o'er sunless ground beneath a sky
As void of sunshine, when, from that wide plain,
Clear tops of far-off mountains we descry,
Like a Sierra of cerulean Spain,

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All light and lustre. Did no heart reply?
Yes, there was One;-for One, asunder fly
The thousand links of that ethereal chain;
And green vales open out, with grove and field,
And the fair front of many a happy Home; 10
Such tempting spots as into vision come
While Soldiers, weary of the arms they wield,
And sick at heart of strifeful Christendom,
Gaze on the moon by parting clouds revealed.

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BROOK! whose society the Poet seeks,
Intent his wasted spirits to renew;

1835. (?)

And whom the curious Painter doth pursue Through rocky passes, among flowery creeks, And tracks thee dancing down thy water

breaks;

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If wish were mine some type of thee to view,
Thee, and not thee thyself, I would not do
Like Grecian Artists, give thee human cheeks,
Channels for tears; no Naiad should'st thou
be,-

Have neither limbs, feet, feathers, joints, nor

hairs:

It seems the Eternal Soul is clothed in thee With purer robes than those of flesh and blood, And hath bestowed on thee a safer good; Unwearied joy, and life without its cares.

1315. (?)

XXXII.

COMPOSED ON THE BANKS OF A ROCKY STREAM.

DOGMATIC Teachers, of the snow-white fur!
Ye wrangling Schoolmen, of the scarlet hood!
Who, with a keenness not to be withstood,
Press the point home, or falter and demur,
Checked in your course by many a teasing

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burr; These natural council-seats your acrid blood Might cool; and, as the Genius of the flood Stoops willingly to animate and spur Each lighter function slumbering in the brain, Yon eddying balls of foam, these arrowy gleams

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That o'er the pavement of the surging streams
Welter and flash, a synod might detain
With subtle speculations, haply vain,

But surely less so than your far-fetched themes! 1820. (?)

XXXIII.

THIS AND THE TWO FOLLOWING WERE SUGGESTED BY MR. W. WESTALL'S VIEWS OF THE CAVES, ETC. IN YORKSHIRE.

PURE element of waters! wheresoe'er

Thou dost forsake thy subterranean haunts, Green herbs, bright flowers, and berry-bearing plants,

Rise into life and in thy train appear:

And, through the sunny portion of the year, 5
Swift insects shine, thy hovering pursuivants :
And, if thy bounty fail, the forest pants;
And hart and hind and hunter with his spear
Languish and droop together. Nor unfelt
In man's perturbed soul thy sway benign;
And, haply, far within the marble belt
Of central earth, where tortured Spirits pine

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