II. NUNS fret not at their convent's narrow room; Should find brief solace there, as I have found. III. WRITTEN IN VERY EARLY YOUTH. CALM is all nature as a resting wheel. Dark is the ground; a slumber seems to steal The officious touch that makes me droop again. IV. ADMONITION, Intended more particularly for the Perusal of those who may, have happened to be enamoured of some beautiful Place of Retreat, in the Country of the Lakes. YES, there is holy pleasure in thine eye! Intruders who would tear from Nature's book This precious leaf, with harsh impiety. Think what the Home must be if it were thine, Even thine, though few thy wants! - Roof, window, door, The very flowers are sacred to the Poor, The roses to the Porch which they entwine: Yea, all, that now enchants thee, from the day On which it should be touched would melt, and melt away. V. "BELOVED Vale!" I said, "when I shall con Those childish years, gone records of my I stood of simple shame the blushing Thrall; I looked, I stared, I smiled, I laughed; and all VI. PELION and Ossa flourish side by side, Yet round our sea-girt shore they rise in crowds: His double front among Atlantic clouds, And pours forth streams more sweet than Castaly. |