235 Should pass into a stranger's hand, I think Had been no sorrow. I forgive him—but 'T were better to be dumb, than to talk thus. 241 To-morrow thou wilt leave me: with full heart I look upon thee, for thou art the same On things thou canst not know of.-After thou First cam'st into the world-as oft befalls To new-born infants-thou didst sleep away 341 A kind and a good father: and herein Beyond the common life of man, I still 365 Remember them who loved me in my youth. Both of them sleep together: here they lived, As all their forefathers had done; and when At length their time was come, they were not loath To give their bodies to the family mould. 370 I wished that thou should'st live the life they lived. But 't is a long time to look back, my son, And see so little gain from threescore years. These fields were burdened when they came to me; 375 Till I was forty years of age, not more And till these three weeks past the land was free. It looks as if it never could endure Another master. Heaven forgive me, Luke, 380 When thou return'st, thou in this place To seek a hiding-place beyond the seas. Of an unusual strength. Among the rocks He went, and still looked up to sun and cloud And listened to the wind; and as before Performed all kinds of labor for his sheep, And for the land his small inheritance. And to that hollow dell from time to time Did he repair, to build the fold of which 461 His flock had need. 'T is not forgotten yet The pity which was then in every heart For the old man-and 't is believed by all That many and many a day he thither went, And never lifted up a single stone. 465 He at the building of this sheepfold wrought, And left the work unfinished when he died. Three years, or little more, did Isabel Survive her husband: at her death the estate Was sold, and went into a stranger's hand. The cottage which was named The Evening Star 476 Is gone the ploughshare has been through the ground On which it stood; great changes have been wrought In all the neighborhood:-yet the oak is left That grew beside their door; and the remains 480 Of the unfinished sheepfold may be seen Beside the boisterous brook of Greenhead Ghyll. MY HEART LEAPS UP WHEN I But, as it sometimes chanceth, from the |