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Lying at a Reverend friend's house one night, the Author left the following verses in the room where he slept :
O THOU dread power, who reign’st above!
I know Thou wilt me hear;
I make my prayer sincere.
Long, long, be pleased to spare;
And show what good men are.
With tender hopes and fears,
But spare a mother's tears.
In manhood's dawning blush;
Up to a parent's wish.
With earnest tears I pray,
O'er life's rough ocean driven,
A family in IIeaven!
WORDSWORTH.-Born, 1770; Died, 1850.
William Wordsworth was born at Cockermouth in Cumberland, and was educated at Cambridge. From about the year 1800 he settled permanently in his native county, where he was appointed a Distributor of Stamps at £500 a year. His longest poem,“ The Excursion,” is perhaps least read of all his compositions, but his shorter poems are often of the very highest order.
A PERFECT WOMAN.
She was a phantom of delight
I saw her upon nearer view,
1 apparition, a spiritual appearance.
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
I WANDERED lonely as a cloud
Continuous as the stars that shine
The waves beside them danced, but they
For oft, when on my couch I lie
Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3rd, 1802.
EARTH has not anything to show more fair;
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty: This city, now, doth, as a garment, wear The beauty of the morning ; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
I jocund, merry.
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
The river glideth at his own sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
Composed in London, 1802.
Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour:
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
Of stagnant waters; altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower
Of inward happiness. We are selfish men;
Oh! raise us up, return to us again;
Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart:
In cheerful godliness: and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.