SONG AT THE FEAST OF BROUGHAM CASTLE UPON THE RESTORATION OF LORD CLIFFORD, THE SHEPHERD, TO THE ESTATES AND HONOURS OF HIS ANCESTORS [Publ. 1807] HIGH in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate, And Emont's murmur mingled with the Song. The words of ancient time I thus translate, A festal strain that hath been silent long: "From town to town, from tower to tower, She lifts her head for endless spring, For everlasting blossoming: Both roses flourish, red and white: The two that were at strife are blended, ΤΟ 20 Rejoiced is Brough, right glad I deem No, they must not enter there. Save a Mother and her Child! 50 60 70 Now Who is he that bounds with joy On Carrock's side, a Shepherd-boy? No thoughts hath he but thoughts that pass Light as the wind along the grass. Can this be He who hither came In secret, like a smothered flame? O'er whom such thankful tears were shed For shelter, and a poor man's bread! God loves the Child; and God hath willed 80 That those dear words should be fulfilled, The Lady's words, when forced away, The last she to her Babe did say: 'My own, my own, thy Fellow-guest I may not be; but rest thee, rest, For lowly shepherd's life is best!' Alas! when evil men are strong - Give Sir Lancelot Threlkeld praise ! And tends a flock from hill to hill: And glancing, gleaming, dark or bright, 110 120 130 OFT, through thy fair domains, illustrious Peer! Now, by thy care befriended, 1 appear PREFACE TO THE EDITION OF 1814 THE Title-page announces that this is only a portion of a poem; and the Reader must be here apprised that it belongs to the second part of a long and laborious Work, which is to consist of three parts. The Author will candidly acknowledge that, if the first of these had been completed, and in such a manner as to satisfy his own mind, he should have preferred the natural order of publication, and have given that to the world first; but, as the second division of the Work was designed to refer more to passing events, and to an existing state of things, than the others were meant to do, more continuous exertion was naturally bestowed upon it, and greater progress made here than in the rest of the poem; and as this part does not depend upon the preceding to a degree which will materially injure its own peculiar interest, the Author, complying with the earnest entreaties of some valued Friends, presents the following pages to the Public. It may be proper to state whence the poem, of which "The Excursion" is a part, derives its title of "The Recluse."-Several years ago, when the Author retired to his native mountains, with the hope of being enabled to construct a literary Work that might live, it was a reasonable thing that he should take a review of his own mind, and examine how far Nature and Education had qualified him for such employment. As subsidiary to this preparation, he undertook to record, in verse, the origin and progress of his own powers, as far as he was acquainted with them. That Work, addressed to a dear Friend, most distinguished for his knowledge and genius, and to whom the Author's Intellect is deeply indebted, has been long finished; and the result of the investigation which gave rise to it was a determination to compose a philosophical poem, containing views of Man, Nature, and Society; and to be entitled, "The Recluse "; as having for its Drincipal subject the sensations and opinions of a pet living in retirement. The preparatory poem is biographical, and conducts the history of the Author's mind to the point when he was emboldened to hope that his faculties were sufficiently matured for entering upon the arduous labour which he had proposed to himself; and the two Works have the same kind of relation to each other, if he may so express himself, as the ante-chapel has to the body of a Gothic church. Continuing this allusion, he may be permitted to add, that his minor Pieces, which have been long before the Public, when they shall be properly arranged, will be found by the attentive Reader to have such connection with the main Work as may give them claim to be likened to the little cells, oratories, and sepulchral recesses, ordinarily included in those edifices. The Author would not have deemed himself justified in saying, upon this occasion, so much of performances either unfinished or unpublished, if he had not thought that the labour bestowed by him upon what he has heretofore and now laid before the Public entitled him to candid attention for such a statement as he thinks necessary to throw light upon his endeavours to please and, he would hope, to benefit his countrymen. - Nothing further need be When her life's Helpmate on a sick-bed lay, He found the little he had stored, to meet Could they have lived as do the little birds A sad reverse it was for him who long Had filled with plenty, and possessed in peace, A while on trivial things we held discourse, Her homely tale with such familiar power, A heart-felt chillness crept along my veins; I rose; and, having left the breezy shade, Stood drinking comfort from the warmer A momentary pleasure, never marked 630 In mournful thoughts, and always might be found, A power to virtue friendly; were 't not so, While thus it fared with them, To whom this cottage, till those hapless |