There, too, a son, his joy and pride, Yet one to which is not denied For he is safe, a quiet bed Hath early found among the dead, And surely here it may be said And oh! for thee, by pitying grace Receive thy spirit in the embrace Sighing I turned away; but ere A ritual hymn, Chaunted in love that casts out fear By Seraphim. THE SOLITARY REAPER Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! 65 70 75 80 I gazed and gazed-but little thought Through no disturbance of my soul, 30 35 I feel the weight of chance-desires: name; I long for a repose that ever is the same. 40 Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear To humbler functions, awful Power! 50 55 |