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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
At thought of what I now behold:

More closely still.
As vapors breathed from dungeons cold
Strike pleasure dead,

The tear will start, and let it flow;
So sadness comes from out the mould

Thou “poor Inhabitant below,” 50 5

At this dread moment-even so-
Where Burns is laid.

Might we together
And have I then thy bones so near,

Have sat and talked where gowans blow,

Or on wild heather.
And thou forbidden to appear?
As if it were thyself that's here

What treasures would have then been
I shrink with pain;

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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.

Soul-moving sight!

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
Rose like a star that touching earth,

Hath early found among the dead,
For so it seems,

Harbored where none can be misled,
Doth glorify its humble birth

Wronged, or distressed;

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And surely here it may be said

That such are blest.
The piercing eye, the thoughtful brow, 25
The struggling heart, where be they And oh! for thee, by pitying grace
now?

Checked oft-times in a devious race,
Full soon the Aspirant of the plough, May He who halloweth the place 75
The prompt, the brave,

Where man is laid
Slept, with the obscurest, in the low Receive thy spirit in the embrace
And silent grave.

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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,
More deeply grieved, for He was gone

Music that sorrow comes not near,
Whose light I hailed when first it shone,
And showed my youth

A ritual hymn,

Chaunted in love that casts out fear
How verse may build a princely throne 35
On humble truth.

By Seraphim.

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Alas! where'er the current tends,
Regret pursues and with it blends,-
Huge Criffel's hoary top ascends

By Skiddaw seen, -
Neighbors we were, and loving friends

We might have been;

THE SOLITARY REAPER
Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!

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No nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands 10
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird
Breaking the silence of the seas

15 Among the farthest Hebrides.

The same whom in my school-boy days
I listened to; that Cry
Which made me look a thousand ways
In bush, and tree, and sky.
To seek thee did I often rove
Through woods and on the green;
And thou wert still a hope, a love;
Still longed for, never seen.
And I can listen to thee yet;

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Can lie upon the plain
And listen, till I do beget
That golden time again.
O blessèd Bird! the earth we pace
Again appears to be

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Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang 25
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o'er the sickle bending;--
I listened, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill, 30
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.

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SHE WAS A PHANTOM OF DELIGHT
She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament;
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;
Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful dawn;
A dancing shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
I saw her upon nearer view,
A spirit, yet a woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin-liberty;
A countenance in which did meet

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Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food;
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and

smiles.

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And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine;
A being breathing thoughtful breath,
A traveller between life and death;
The reason firm, the temperate will, 25
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect woman, nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a spirit still, and bright
With something of angelic light,

Thrice welcome, darling of the spring!
Even yet thou art to me
No bird, but an invisible thing, 15
A voice, a mystery;

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I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD

And they a
blissful course may

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,

their need.
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees, 5I, loving freedom, and untried;
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze,

No sport of every random gust,
Continuous as the stars that shine

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

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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;

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But in the quietness of thought:
I gazed-and gazed-but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought: I feel the weight of chance-desires:

Me this unchartered freedom tires;
For oft, when on my couch I lie

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:
ODE TO DUTY

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;

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Be on them; who, in love and truth, And in the light of truth thy bondman let
Where no misgiving is, rely
Upon the genial sense of youth:
Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot CHARACTER OF THE HAPPY
Who do thy work, and know it not:

WARRIOR
Oh! if through confidence misplaced 15
They fail, thy saving arms, dread Power!

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.

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Whose high endeavors are an inward light Whose

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shed round him in the comThat makes the path before him always mon strife,

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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,

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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;

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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.

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There was a time when meadow, grove

and stream, The earth, and every common sight,

Ye blessèd creatures, I have heard the call
To me did seem

Ye to each other make; I see
Apparelled in celestial light,

The heavens laugh with you in your jubi

lee:
The glory and the freshness of a dream. 5
It is not now as it hath been of yore;-

My heart is at your festival,
Turn wheresoe'er I may,

My head hath its coronal,

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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,

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The Rainbow comes and goes, 10

On every side,
And lovely is the Rose;

In a thousand valleys far and wide,
The Moon doth with delight

Fresh flowers; while the sun shines Look round her when the heavens are

warm, bare;

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!

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-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.

gone:
The pansy at my feet
Doth the same tale repeat:

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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:
And I again am strong:

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,

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