Whose skill had thronged the floor with a proud show 425 Of baby-houses, curiously arranged; glance 430 Impatient to pass on, when I exclaimed, "Lo! what is here?" and, stooping down, drew forth A book, that, in the midst of stones and moss be!" 435 441 Exclaimed the Wanderer, "cannot but be his, 445 Retreat within retreat, a sheltering-place Pleasing and pleased, he shared their simple sports, 450 Or sate companionless; and here the book, Heaven bless them, and their inconsiderate work! To what odd purpose have the darlings turned This sad memorial of their hapless friend!" 456 'Me," said I, "most doth it surprise, to find Such book in such a place!"-"A book it is," He answered, "to the Person suited well, Though little suited to surrounding things: 460 'Tis strange, I grant; and stranger still had been To see the Man who owned it, dwelling here, 465 Grieved shall I be-less for And least of all for him who is no more." my sake than yours, By this, the book was in the old Man's hand; And he continued, glancing on the leaves An eye of scorn :— 66 doomed "The lover," said he, 470 To love when hope hath failed him—whom no depth Of privacy is deep enough to hide, Hath yet his bracelet or his lock of hair, And that is joy to him. When change of times Hath summoned kings to scaffolds, do but give The faithful servant, who must hide his head 476 Henceforth in whatsoever nook he may, A kerchief sprinkled with his master's blood, And he too hath his comforter. How Beyond all poverty how destitute, poor, 480 Must that Man have been left, who, hither driven, Flying or seeking, could yet bring with him Than this dull product of a scoffer's pen, So speaking, on he went, and at the word 496 500 Behold the Man whom he had fancied dead! To soothe a Child, who walked beside him, weeping As if disconsolate. 66 They to the grave Are bearing him, my Little-one," he said, 66 To the dark pit; but he will feel no pain; 510 His body is at rest, his soul in heaven." More might have followed-but my honoured Broke in upon the Speaker with a frank 516 Remained, nor sign of sickness on his face. space When the first glow of pleasure was no more, 520 524 Upon his hollow cheek. "How kind," he said, "Nor could your coming have been better timed; For this, you see, is in our narrow world A day of sorrow. I have here a charge". And, speaking thus, he patted tenderly The sun-burnt forehead of the weeping childA little mourner, whom it is To comfort;-but how came ye?-if my task (Which doth at once befriend us and betray) Conducted hither your most welcome feet, 531 yon track Ye could not miss the funeral train-they yet 535 Have scarcely disappeared." "This blooming Child," Said the old Man," is of an age to weep Inly distressed or overpowered with awe, Death," He answered, “has been here; but could not well Have fallen more lightly, if it had not fallen Down whose steep sides we dropped into the vale, We heard the hymn they sang a solemn sound Heard any where; but in a place like this. 'Tis more than human! Many precious rites 550 And customs of our rural ancestry Are gone, or stealing from us; this, I hope, Will last for ever. Oft on my way have I Stood still, though but a casual passenger, So much I felt the awfulness of life, 555 In that one moment when the corse is lifted And confidential yearnings, tow'rds its home, who 560 (How far soe'er a stranger) does not own borne 566 570 Upon the shoulders of the next in love, plaint, 575 And that most awful scripture which declares We shall not sleep, but we shall all be changed! -Have I not seen-ye likewise may have seenSon, husband, brothers-brothers side by side, And son and father also side by side, 581 |