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Lift, and encircle with a cloudy chair,
Atween his downy wings be furnished, there
bear O'er hill and valley to this dim retreat! Rough ways my steps have trod;—too rough
and long 9
For her companionship; here dwells soft ease: With sweets that she partakes not some
distaste Mingles, and lurking consciousness of wrong; Languish the flowers; the waters seem to waste Their vocal charm; their sparklings cease to
Return, Content! for fondly I pursued,
unseen; Through tangled woods, impending rocks
between; Or, free as air, with flying inquest viewed 4 The sullen reservoirs whence their bold brood— Pure as the morning, fretful, boisterous, keeu, Green as the salt-sea billows, white and
green—. 3?oui»d down the hills, a choral multitude! Is or have I tracked their course for scanty
They taught me random cares and truant joys, That shield from mischief and preserve from
stains Vague minds, while men arc growing out of
Maturer Fancy owes to their rough noise Impetuous thoughts that brook not servile
Fallen, and diffused into a shapeless heap,
Or quietly self-buried in earth's mould,
Is that embattled House, whose massy Keep
Flung from yon cliff a shadow large and cold.
There dwelt the gay, the bountiful, the bold; 5
Till nightly lamentations, like the sweep
Of winds—though winds were silent—struck a
deep And lasting terror through that ancient Hold. Its line of Warriors fled ;—they shrunk when
By ghostly power :—but Time's unsparing hand Hath plucked such -foes, like weeds, from out
I Rose while yet the cattle, heat-opprest.
Glad meetings, tender partings, that upstay The drooping mind of absence, by vows sworn In his pure presence near the trysting thorn— I thanked the Leader of my onward way.
No record tells of lance opposed to lance, Horse charging horse, 'mid these retired
domains; Tells that their turf drank purple from the
veins Of heroes, fallen, or struggling to advance, Till doubtful combat issued in a trance 5
Of victory, that struck through heart and reins
Who swerves from innocence, who makes
divorce Of that serene companion—a good name, Recovers not his loss; but walks with shame, With doubt, with fear, and haply with remorse: And oft-times he—who, yielding to the force 5 Of chance-temptation, ere his journey end, From chosen comrade turns, or faithful friend— In vain shall rue the broken intercourse. Not so with such as loosely wear the chain 9 That binds them, pleasant River! to thy side:— Through the rough copse wheel thou with hasty
The Kirk Op Ulpha to the pilgrim's eye
O'er the parched waste beside an Arab's tent;
bent, Take root again, a boundless canopy. How sweet were leisure! could it yield no more Than 'mid that wave-washed Church-yard to
Prom pastoral graves extracting thoughts
divine; Or there to pace, and mark the summits hoar Of distant moon-lit mountains faintly shine, Soothed by the unseen River's gentle roar.
Not hurled precipitous from steep to steep; Lingering no more 'mid flower-enamelled lands And blooming thickets; nor by rocky bands Held; but in radiant progress toward the Deep Where mightiest rivers into powerless sleep 5 Sink, and forget their nature—now expands Majestic Duddon, over smooth flat sands Gliding in silence with unfettered sweep! Beneath an ampler sky a region wide
Is opened round him:—hamlets, towers, and towns, 10
And blue-topped hills, behold him from afar; In stately mien to sovereign Thames allied Spreading his bosom under Kentish downs, With commerce freighted, or triumphant war.
But here no cannon thunders to the gale;
free— The sweets of earth contentedly resigned, 10 And each tumultuous working left behind At seemly distance—to advance like Thee; Prepared, in peace of heart, in calm of mind And soul, to mingle with Eternity!
I Tbovght of Thee, my partner and my guide,
Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide;