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AT THE GRAVE OF BURNS True friends though diversely inclined;
But heart with heart and mind with mind, SEVEN YEARS AFTER HIS DEATH
Where the main fibres are entwined, 45
Through Nature's skill, I shiver, Spirit fierce and bold,
May even by contraries be joined
More closely still.
The tear will start, and let it flow;
Thou “poor Inhabitant below,” 50 5
At this dread moment-even so-
Might we together
Have sat and talked where gowans blow,
Or on wild heather.
What treasures would have then been
55 And both my wishes and my fear
Within my reach; of knowledge graced Alike are vain.
By fancy what a rich repast!
But why go on?Off weight-nor press on weight!--away. Oh! spare to sweep, thou mournful blast, Dark thoughts!—they came, but not to His grave grass-grown.
60 stay; With chastened feelings would I pay 15 There, too, a son, his joy and pride, The tribute due
(Not three weeks past the stripling died,) To him, and aught that hides his clay Lies gathered to his father's side, From mortal view.
Yet one to which is not denied Fresh as the flower, whose modest worth
Some sad delight: He sang, his genius “glinted” forth,
For he is safe, a quiet bed
Hath early found among the dead,
Harbored where none can be misled,
Wronged, or distressed;
70 With matchless beams.
And surely here it may be said
That such are blest.
Checked oft-times in a devious race,
Where man is laid
For which it prayed! I mourned with thousands, but as one
Sighing I turned away; but ere
Night fell I heard, or seemed to hear,
Music that sorrow comes not near,
A ritual hymn,
Chaunted in love that casts out fear
Alas! where'er the current tends,
By Skiddaw seen, -
We might have been;
THE SOLITARY REAPER
No nightingale did ever chaunt
15 Among the farthest Hebrides.
The same whom in my school-boy days
30 An unsubstantial faery place, That is fit home for thee!
Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang 25
SHE WAS A PHANTOM OF DELIGHT
And now I see with eye serene
Thrice welcome, darling of the spring!
if I may.
I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD
And they a
hold I wandered lonely as a cloud
Even now, who, not unwisely bold,
Live in the spirit of this creed; Thąt floats on high o'er vales and hills,
Yet seek thy firm support, according to When all at once I saw a crowd,
No sport of every random gust,
Yet being to myself a guide, And twinkle on the milky way,
Too blindly have reposed my trust:
And oft, when in my heart was heard They stretched in never-ending line
30 Along the margin of a bay:
Thy timely mandate, I deferred
The task, in smoother walks to stray; Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
But thee I now would serve more strictly, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Through no disturbance of my soul, Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
Or strong compunction in me wrought, A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company:
I supplicate for thy control;
But in the quietness of thought:
Me this unchartered freedom tires;
My hopes no more must change their In vacant or in pensive mood,
name; They flash upon that inward eye
I long for a repose that ever is the same. 40 Which is the bliss of solitude;
Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear And then my heart with pleasure fills,
The Godhead's most benignant grace; And dances with the daffodils.
Nor know we anything so fair
As is the smile upon thy face:
Flowers laugh before thee on their beds 45
And fragrance in thy footing treads; Stern Daughter of the Voice of God! Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; O Duty! if that name thou love
And the most ancient heavens, through Who art a light to guide, a rod
thee, are fresh and strong. To check the erring, and reprove; Thou, who art victory and law
To humbler functions, awful Power! When empty terrors overawe;
I call thee: I myself commend
50 From vain temptations dost set free;
Unto thy guidance from this hour; And calm'st the weary strife of frail hu- | Oh, let my weakness have an end! manity!
Give unto me, made lowly wise,
The spirit of self-sacrifice; There are who ask not if thine eye
The confidence of reason give;
Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he around them cast.
That every man in arms should wish to be?
It is the generous Spirit, who, when Serene will be our days and bright,
brought And happy will our nature be,
Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought When love is an unerring light,
Upon the plan that pleased his boyish And joy its own security.
Whose high endeavors are an inward light Whose
shed round him in the comThat makes the path before him always mon strife,
Or mild concerns of ordinary life, Who, with a natural instinct to discern A constant influence, a peculiar grace; What knowledge can perform, is diligent | But who, if he be called upon to face to learn;
Some awful moment to which Heaven has Abides by this resolve, and stops not joined there,
Great issues, good or bad for human kind, But makes his moral being his prime care; Is happy as a lover; and attired
51 Who, doomed to go in company with With sudden brightness, like a man inPain,
spired; And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable And, through the heat of conflict keeps the train!
law Turns his necessity to glorious gain; In calmness made, and sees what he foreIn face of these doth exercise a power 15
saw; Which is our human nature's highest Or if an unexpected call succeed,
Come when it will, is equal to the need: Controls them and subdues, transmutes, He who though thus endued as with a sense bereaves,
And faculty for storm and turbulence, Of their bad influence, and their good re- Is yet a soul whose master-bias leans ceives;
To homefelt pleasures and to gentle By objects, which might force the soul to scenes;
Sweet images! which, wheresoe'er he be, Her feeling, rendered more compassionate; Are at his heart; and such fidelity Is placable-because occasions rise It is his darling passion to approve; So often that demand such sacrifice; More brave for this that he hath much to More skilful in self-knowledge, even more love:pure,
'Tis, finally, the man, who, lifted high 65 As tempted more; more able to endure, Conspicuous object in a nation's eye, As more exposed to suffering and dis- Or left unthought-of in obscurity, -. tress;
25 Who, with a toward or untoward lot, Thence, also more alive to tenderness. Prosperous or adverse, to his wish or not, 'Tis he whose law is reason; who depends Plays, in the many games of life, that one Upon that law as on the best of friends; Where what he most doth value must be Whence, in a state where men are tempted won: still
Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, To evil for a guard against worse ill, Nor thought of tender happiness betray; And what in quality or act is best
Who, not content that former worth stand Doth seldom on a right foundation rest,
fast, He labors good on good to fix, and owes Looks forward, persevering to the last, 75 To virtue every triumph that he knows; From well to better, daily self-surpassed: Who, if he rise to station of command, 35 Who, whether praise of him must walk the Rises by open means; and there will stand earth On honorable terms, or else retire,
For ever, and to noble deeds give birth, And in himself possess his own desire; Or he must fall to sleep without his fame, Who comprehends his trust, and to the And leave a dead unprofitable name, 80 same
Finds comfort in himself and in his cause; Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim; 40 And, while the mortal mist is gathering, And therefore does not stoop, nor lie in draws wait
His breath in confidence of Heaven's apFor wealth or honors, or for worldly state;
plause: Whom they must follow; on whose head This is the happy Warrior; this is he must fall,
Whom every man in arms should wish to Like showers of manna, if they come at all: be.
There was a time when meadow, grove
and stream, The earth, and every common sight,
Ye blessèd creatures, I have heard the call
Ye to each other make; I see
The heavens laugh with you in your jubi
My heart is at your festival,
My head hath its coronal,
40 By night or day,
The fullness of your bliss, I feel I feel it
all. The things which I have seen I now can
Oh evil day! if I were sullen see no more.
While Earth herself is adorning,
This sweet May-morning,
And the children are culling 45
On every side,
In a thousand valleys far and wide,
Fresh flowers; while the sun shines Look round her when the heavens are
And the babe leaps up on his mother's Waters on a starry night
arm: Are beautiful and fair;
I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!
50 15 The sunshine is a glorious birth;
-But there's a tree, of many, one, But yet I know, where'er I go, A single field which I have looked upon, That there hath passed away a glory from
Both of them speak of something that is the earth.
Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
song, And while the young lambs bound
As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: grief;
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, A timely utterance gave that thought re- Hath had elsewhere its setting, бо lief,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness, The cataracts blow their trumpets from And not in utter nakedness, the steep;
25 But trailing clouds of glory do we come No more shall grief of mine the season From God, who is our home: wrong;
Heaven lies about us in our infancy! I hear the echoes through the mountains Shades of the prison-house begin to close throng,
Upon the growing boy,