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mid all this mighty sum “Of things for ever speaking, “That nothing of itself will come, “But we must still be seeking ?
" -Then ask not wherefore, here, alone, “ Conversing as I may, I sit upon
this old “ And dream my time away."
THE TABLES TURNED;
An Evening Scene, on the same Subje&t,
Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks,
The sun, above the mountain's head,
Books ! 'tis a dull and endless strife,
And hark! how blithe the throstle sings !
She has a world of ready wealth,
One impulse from a vernal wood
Sweet is the lore which nature brings ;
Enough of science and of art;
these barren leaves; Come forth, and bring with you a beart That watches and receives,
ANIMAL TRANQUILLITY & DECAY.
The little bedge-row birds That peck along the road, regard him not. He travels on, and in his face, his step, His gait, is one expression ; every limb, His look and bending figure, all bespeak A man who does not move with pain, but moves With thought--He is insensibly subdued To settled quiet: he is one by whom All effort seems forgotten, one to whom Long patience has such mild composure given, That patience now doth seem a thing, of which He hath no need. He is by nature led