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From rapture, lying softly on her breast!
pass At God's appointed hour to them who tread 10 Heaven's sapphire pavement, yet breathed well
content, Well pleased, her foot should print earth's
common grass, Lived thankful for day's light, for daily bread, For health, and time in obvious duty spent.
TO A PAINTER.
All praise the Likeness by thy skill portrayed;
shall flee 6
Into the land where ghosts and phantoms be;
Then, and then only, Painter! could thy Art
ON THE SAME SUBJECT.
Though I beheld at first with blank surprise
Morn into noon did pass, noon into eve,
Habk! 'tis the Thrush, undaunted, undeprest,
Kydal Mount, 1838.
'Tis He whose yester-evening's high disdain
Pleased to renounce, does this dear Thrush
attune His voice to suit the temper of yon Moon Doubly depressed, setting, and in her wane? Eise, tardy Sun! and let the Songster prove (The balance trembling between night and morn No longer) with what ecstasy upborne 11
He can pour forth his spirit. In heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness "Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness.
xxxvi. Oh what a Wreck! how changed in mien and
speech! Yet—though dread Powers, that work in
mystery, spin Entanglings of the brain; though shadows
stretch O'er the chilled heart—reflect; far, far within Hers is a holy Being, freed from Sin. 5
She is not what she seems, a forlorn wretch,
Intent on gathering wool from hedge and brake
Yon busy Little-ones rejoice that soon
A poor old Dame will bless them for the boon:
Great is their glee while flake they add to flake
With rival earnestness; far other strife 5
Than will hereafter move them, if they make
Pastime their idol, give their day of life
To pleasure snatched for reckless pleasure's
sake. Can pomp and show allay one heart-born grief? Pains which the World inflicts can she requite? Not for an interval however brief; 11
The silent thoughts that search for stedfast
light, Love from her depths, and Duty in her might, And Faith—these only yield secure relief.
March 8th, 1842.
Failing impartial measure to dispense
If, guarding grossest things from common claim
fence. "What! lengthened privilege, a lineal tie, For Books!" Yes, heartless Ones, or be it
That 'tis a fault in Us to have lived and loved Like others, with like temporal hopes to die;
No public harm that Genius from her course Be turned; and streams of truth dried up, even at their source!
Closing the Volume of Sonnets published in 1838.
Serving no haughty Muse, my hands have here Disposed some cultured Flowerets (drawn from
spots Where they bloomed singly, or in scattered
knots), Each kind in several beds of one parterre; Both to allure the casual Loiterer, 5
And that, so placed, my Nurslings may requite
If simple Nature trained by careful Art
TO THE REV. CHRISTOPHER WORDSWORTH, D.D., MASTER OF HARROW SCHOOL,
After the perusal of his "Theophilus Anglicanus," recently published.
Enlightened Teacher, gladly from thy hand