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Who, whether from their lowly bed
TO A REDBREAST-(IN SICKNESS)
STAY, little cheerful Robin ! stay,
And at my casement sing,
And this our parting spring.
Though I, alas ! may ne'er enjoy
The promise in thy song;
Doth to thy strain belong.
Methinks that in my dying hour
Thy song would still be dear,
My passing Spirit cheer.
Then, little Bird, this boon confer,
Come, and my requiem sing, Nor fail to be the harbinger
15 Of everlasting Spring.
I KNOW an aged Man constrained to dwell
When he could creep about, at will, though poor And forced to live on alms, this old Man fed 6 A Redbreast, one that to his cottage door Came not, but in a lane partook his bread.
There, at the root of one particular tree,
Dear intercourse was theirs, day after day; What signs of inutual gladness when they met! Think of their common peace, their simple play, The parting moment and its fond regret.
Months passed in love that failed not to fulfil, In spite of season's change, its own demand, By fluttering pinions here and busy bill; There by caresses from a tremulous hand.
Thus in the chosen spot a tie so strong
Wife, children, kindred, they were dead and gone;
But, if no evil hap his wishes crossed,
O that the good old Man had power to prove, By message sent through air or visible token, 30 That still he loves the Bird, and still must
love; That friendship lasts though fellowship is
TO AN OCTOGENARIAN.
AFFECTIONS lose their object; Time brings
forth No successors; and, lodged in memory, If love exist no longer, it must die,Wanting accustomed food must pass from earth, Or never hope to reach a second birth. This sad belief, the happiest that is left To thousands, share not Thou; howe'er bereft, Scorned, or neglected, fear not such a dearth. Though poor and destitute of friends thou art, Perhaps the sole survivor of thy race, One to whom Heaven assigns that mournful
part The utmost solitude of age to face, Still shall be left some corner of the heart Where Love for living Thing can find a place.
These lines are by the Author of the Address to the
Wind, &c., published heretofore along with my Poems. Those to a Redbreast are by a deceased female Relative.
HARMONIOUS Powers with Nature work
Once did I see a slip of earth
Might see it, from the mossy shore
Food, shelter, safety, there they find ;
And thus through many seasons' space
Perchance when you are wandering forth
Buried beneath the glittering Lake,
How beautiful the Queen of Night, on high
“ Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone
Ballad of Sir Patrick Spence, Percy's Reliques.
Young, like the Crescent that above me shone,