Wil. (approaching MARMADUKE.) O my poor Master! Mar. Discerning Monitor, my faithful Wilfred, Why art thou here? [Turning to Wallace. Wallace, upon these Borders, Many there be whose eyes will not want cause That record may my story: nor let words Few must they be, and delicate in their touch As light itself- be there withheld from her Who, through most wicked arts, was made an orphan By one who would have died a thousand times, Watch over her, I pray - sustain her Captain. Several of the Band (eagerly). Mar. No more of that; in silence hear my doom; A hermitage has furnished fit relief To some offenders; other penitents, Less patient in their wretchedness, have fallen, No human dwelling ever give me food, A man by pain and thought compelled to live, 1795-6. POEMS REFERRING TO THE PERIOD OF CHILDHOOD. I. My heart leaps up when I behold So was it when my life began ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; Bound each to each by natural piety. II. TO A BUTTERFLY. STAY near me; do not take thy flight! Much converse do I find in thee, Float near me; do not yet depart! 1804. Dead times revive in thee: Thou bring'st, gay creature as thou art! My father's family! Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days, Together chased the butterfly! A very hunter did I rush Upon the prey:- with leaps and springs But she, God love her! feared to brush III. THE SPARROW'S NEST. BEHOLD, within the leafy shade, I started, seeming to espy The home and sheltered bed, The Sparrow's dwelling, which, hard by My Father's house, in wet or dry, Together visited. 1801. She looked at it and seemed to fear it; A little Prattler among men. She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; 1801. IV. FORESIGHT. THAT is work of waste and ruin We must spare them here are many: Small and low, though fair as any: ; Do not touch it! summers two I am older, Anne, than you. Pull the primrose, sister Anne ! Pull as many as you can. fill; Here are daisies, take your Pansies, and the cuckoo-flower: |