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Some chord in unison with what we hear
Is touched within us, and the heart replies.
How soft the music of those village bells,
Falling at intervals upon the ear
In cadence sweet, now dying all away,
Now pealing loud again, and louder still,
Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on! , ,
With easy furce it opens all the cells
Where memory slept. Wherever I have heard -
A kindred melody, the scene recurs,
And with it all its pleasures and its pains.
Such comprehensive views the spirit takes,
That in a few short moments I retrace
(As in a map the voyager bis course)
The windings of my way through many years.
Short as in retrospect the journey seems,
It seemed not always short; the rugged path,
And prospect oft so dreary and forlorn,
Moved many a sigh at its disheartening length.
Yet feeling présent evils, while the past
Faintly impress the mind, or not at all,
How readily we wishi time spent revoked,
That we might try the ground again, where once
(Through inexperience, as we now perceive)
We missed that happiness we might have found!.
Some friend is gone, perhaps his son's best friend,
A father, whose authority, in show
When most severe, and mustering all its force,
Was but the graver countenance of love;
Whose favour, like the clouds of spring,might lower,

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And utter now and then an awful voice,
But had a blessing in its darkest frown,
Threatening at once and nourishing the plant.
We loved, but not enough, the gentle hand,
That reared us. At a thoughtless age, allured
By every gilded folly, we renounced
His sheltering side, and wilfully forewent
That converse, which we now in vain regret.
How gladly would the man recal to life
The boy's neglected sire! a mother too,
That softer friend, perhaps more gladly still,
Might he demand them at the gates of death.
Sorrow has, since they went, subdued and tamed
The playful humour; he could now endure, ,
(Himself grown sober in the vale of tears)
And feel a parent's presence no restraint.
But not to understand a treasure's worth
Till time has stolen away the slighted good,
Is cause of half the poverty we feel, ;
And makes the world the wilderness it is.
The few that pray at all pray oft amiss, si ,
And, seeking grace to improve the prize they hold,
Would urge a wiser suit than asking more.

The night was winter in his roughest mood;
The morning sharp and clear. But now at noon,
Upon the southern side of the slant hills, is :
And where the woods fence off the nothern blast,
The season smiles, resigning all its rage;
And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue
Without a cloud, and white without a speck

The dazzling splendour of the scene below.
Again the harmony comes o'er the vale;
And through the trees I view the enibattled tower,
Whence all the music. I again perceive
The soothing influence of the wafted strains,
And settle in soft musings as I tread.
The walk, still verdant, under oaks and elins,
Whose outspread branches overarch the glade.
Tbe roof, though moveable through all its length
As the wind sways it, has yet well sufficed,"
And intercepting in their silent fall
The frequent flakes, has kept a path for me.
No noise is here, or none that hinders thought.
The redbreast warbles still, but is content
With slender notes, and more than half suppressed:
Pleased with his solitude,' and fitting light
From spray to spray, where'er he rests he shakes
From many a twig the pendant drops of ice,
That tinkle in the withered leaves below. .
Stillness, accompanied with sounds so soft,
Charms more than silence. Meditation here
May think down hours to moments. Here the heart
May give an useful lesson to the head,
And learning wiser grow without his books.
Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one,
Have oft-times no connexion. Knowledge dwells
In heads replete with thoughts of other men;..;
Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mass,
The mere materials with which wisdom builds,

Till smoothed and squared and fitted to its place,
Does but encuoiber whom it seems to enrich.
Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much;
Wisdom is humble that he knows no more. !
Books are not seldom talismans and spells,
By which the magic art of shrewder wits. .
Holds an enthinking multitude entbralled.
Some to the fascination of a name:
Surrender judgment, lood-winked. Some the style
Infatuates, and through labyrinths and wilds ;
Of error leads them by a tune entranced.
While sloth seduces more, too weak to bear
The insupportable fatigue of thought;. .
And swallowing therefore without pause or choice
The total grist unsifted, husks and allo ..
But trees, and rivulets whose rapid course,
Defies the check of winter, haunts of deer,
And sheep-walks populous with bleating lambes,
And lanes, in which the primrose ere her time,
Peeps throụgh the moss, that clothes the hawthorn

root, .
Deceive no student. Wisdom there, and truth,
Not shy, as in the world, and to be won..
By slow solicitation, seize at once
The roving thouglat, and fix it on themselves."

What prodigies can power divine perform
More grand that it produces year by year,
And all in sight of inattentive man? ; ;
Familiar with the effect we slight the cause,
And in the constancy of nature's course,
The regular return of genial months,

And renovation of a faded world, i n
See nought to wonder at. Should God again,"
As once in Gibeon, interrupt the race ..,
Of the undeviating and punctual sun,'...
How would the world admire! but speaks it less
An agency divine, to make him know 3*,
His moment when to sink and when to rise,
Age after age, than to arrest his course ?
All we behold is miracle; but seen
So duly all is miracle in vain : s ,
Where now the vital energy that moved, "
While summer was, the pure and subtle lymph
Through the imperceptible meandering veins ;
Of leaf and flower? It sleeps; and the icy touch :
Of unprolific winter has impressed." i
A cold stagnation on the intestine tide.
But let the months go round, a few short months,
And all shall be restored. These naked shoots, .
Barren as lances, among which the wind ...?
Makes wintry music, sighing as it goes, uni
Shall put their graceful foliage on again, .. '
And more aspiring, and with ampler spread, i
Shall boast new charins, and more than they have
Then, each in its peculiar honours clad, [last.
Shall publish even to the distant eye sini :
Its family and tribe. Laburnum, rich.
In streaming gold; syringa, ivory pure;. :
The scentless and the scented rose; this red,';;
And of an humbler growth, the other tall;

The Guelder-rode....''

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