Comes to me not; malignant truth, or lie. Hence have I genial seasons, hence have I Smooth passions, smooth discourse, and joyous thought: And thus from day to day my little boat Rocks in its harbour, lodging peaceably. Blessings be with them-and eternal praise, 51 XV. TO THE SPADE OF A FRIEND. Composed while we were labouring together in his pleasure-ground. [Composed (probably) 1806.-Published 1807.] SPADE! with which Wilkinson hath tilled his lands, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler And shaped these pleasant walks by ILLUSTRATED BOOKS AND NEWSPAPERS. [Composed 1846.-Published 1850.] The labouring many and the resting few; DISCOURSE was deemed Man's noblest In concord with his river murmuring by; Or in some silent field, while timid spring Is yet uncheered by other minstrelsy. 16 Who shall inherit Thee when death has laid Low in the darksome cell thine own dear lord? That man will have a trophy, humble Spade! 19 A trophy nobler than a conqueror's sword. If he be one that feels, with skill to part False praise from true, or, greater from the less, Thee will he welcome to his hand and heart, Thou monument of peaceful happiness! Back towards caverned life's first rude He will not dread with Thee a toilsome This Oak points out thy grave; the silent He halts-and searches with his eyes Among the scattered rocks: A stirring in a brake of fern ; 5 ΙΟ Nor is there any one in sight From trace of human foot or hand. Thither the rainbow comes-the cloud 20 25 32 And mists that spread the flying shroud; Nor far had gone before he found It breaks, and all is clear: 40 45 1 Tarn is a small Mere or Lake, mostly high up in the mountains. But hear a wonder, for whose sake 50 And they a blissful course may hold Even now, who, not unwisely bold, Yet seek thy firm support, according to I, loving freedom, and untried ; Yes, proof was plain that, since the day How nourished here through such long He knows, who gave that love sublime; XX. ODE TO DUTY, 65 [Composed 1805.-Published 1807.] STERN Daughter of the Voice of God! 25 30 But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, Or strong compunction in me wrought, But in the quietness of thought: Me this unchartered freedom tires; 35 I feel the weight of chance-desires: name, I long for a repose, that ever is the same. [Yet not the less would I throughout 5 Denial and restraint I prize 40 [Composed December 1805 or January 1806.- To evil for a guard against worse ill, 30 Published 1807.] WHO is the happy Warrior? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be? And what in quality or act is best -It is the generous Spirit, who, when-Who, if he rise to station of command, brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought: 5 Whose high endeavours are an inward light Rises by open means; and there will That makes the path before him always And therefore does not stoop, nor lie in And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable A constant influence, a peculiar grace; train ! Turns his necessity to glorious gain; In face of these doth exercise a power 15 Which is our human nature's highest dower; 45 But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Controls them and subdues, transmutes, Is happy as a Lover; and attired 50 With sudden brightness, like a Man |