And seen the soul of truth in every part; So once it would have been,-'tis so no more A power is gone, which nothing can restore; Not for a moment could I now behold This, which I know, I speak with mind serene. Then, Beaumont, friend! who would have been the friend If he had lived, of him whom I deplore, This work of thine I blame not, but commend, Oh 'tis a passionate work!-yet wise and well; And this huge castle, standing here sublime. Farewell, farewell the heart that lives alone, But welcome fortitude, and patient cheer, X. TO THE DAISY. SWEET flower! belike, one day, to have I welcome thee once more : (269) Ah! hopeful, hopeful was the day His wish was gained a little time Would bring him back in manhood's prime, With all his wants supplied. And full of hope day followed day, The May had then made all things green; His pride and his delight! Yet then, when called ashore, he sought To your abodes, bright daisy flowers! But hark the word !-the ship is gone ;-- Once more on English earth they stand: They parted, sorrow was at hand Ill-fated vessel! ghastly shock ! At length delivered from the rock, The deep she hath regained; And through the stormy night they steer, Yet not to be attained! "Silence!" the brave commander cried; To that calm word a shriek replied, A few appear by morning light, Preserved upon the tall mast's height: Oft in my soul I see that sight; But one dear remnant of the night- Six weeks, beneath the moving sea, 22 And there they found him at her side, Vain service! yet not vainly done, For such a gentle soul and sweet, That neighbourhood of grove and field The birds shall sing, and ocean make And thou, sweet flower, shalt sleep and wake Ode. INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLEC TIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD. "The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each. by natural piety." I. THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, To me did seem The glory and the freshness of a dream. By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more! II. The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose, The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth. III. Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, To me alone there came a thought of grief; The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep,- Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Thou child of joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy shepherd boy! IV. Ye blessed creatures, I have heard the call The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel-İ feel it all. And the children are pulling, On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm:I hear, I hear, with joy I hear! -But there's a tree, of many one, A single field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream? V. Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home: But he beholds the light, and whence it flows, Is on his way attended; At length the man perceives it die away, VI. Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; The homely nurse doth all she can |