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From his long journeyings and eventful life,
To gather, ranging through the tamer ground
Both while he trod the earth in humblest guise
What wonder, then, if I, whose favorite school Hath been the fields, the roads, and rural lanes, Looked on this guide with reverential love? Each with the other pleased, we now pursued Our journey, under favorable skies. Turn wheresoe'er we would, he was a light Unfailing: not a hamlet could we pass, Rarely a house, that did not yield to him Remembrances; or from his tongue call forth Some way-beguiling tale. Nor less regard Accompanied those strains of apt discourse, Which Nature's various objects might inspire; And in the silence of his face I read
His overflowing spirit. Birds and beasts,
T'o happy contemplation soothed his walk:
Nor was he loth to enter ragged huts,
And sometimes where the poor man held dispute
Such intercourse I witnessed, while we roved,
Had three times called us to renew our walk,
But, in the majesty of distance, now
Set off, and to our ken appearing fair
Of aspect, with aerial softness clad,
The wealthy, the luxurious, by the stress Of business roused, or pleasure, ere their time, May roll in chariots, or provoke the hoofs Of the fleet coursers they bestride, to raise From earth the dust of morning, slow to rise; And they, if blest with health and hearts at ease, Shall lack not their enjoyment: - but how faint Compared with ours! who, pacing side by side, Could, with an eye of leisure, look on all That we beheld; and lend the listening sense To every grateful sound of earth and air : Pausing at will, our spirits braced, our thoughts Pleasant as roses in the thickets blown,
And pure as dew bathing their crimson leaves.
Mount slowly, sun! that we may journey long, By this dark hill protected from thy beams! Such is the summer pilgrim's frequent wish But quickly from among our morning thoughts "I was chased away: for, toward the western side Of the broad vale casting a casual glance,
We saw a throng of people; - wherefore met?
The laggard Rustic; and repay with boons
Already formed upon the village green.
Beyond the limits of the shadow cast By the broad hill, glistened upon our sight That gay assemblage. Round them and above, Glitter, with dark recesses interposed, Casement, and cottage roof, and stems of trees Half veiled in vapory cloud, the silver steam Of dews fast melting on their leafy boughs By the strong sunbeams smitten. Like a mast Of gold, the Maypole shines; as if the rays Of morning, aided by exhaling dew, With gladsome influence could reanimate The faded garlands dangling from its sides.
Said I, "The music and the sprightly scene Invite us; shall we quit our road, and join
These festive matins?"
"In a spot that lies Among yon mountain fastnesses concealed, You will receive, before the hour of noon, Good recompense, I hope, for this day's toil, From sight of one who lives secluded there, Lonesome and lost of whom, and whose past life, (Not to forestall such knowledge as may be More faithfully collected from himself,) This brief communication shall suffice.
"Though now sojourning there, he, like myself, Sprang from a stock of lowly parentage Among the wilds of Scotland, in a tract
Where many a sheltered and well-tended plant