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A Voice-devoted to the love whose seeds
Caught at propitious intervals, may win
And reconcile; and both with young and old
TO A CHILD.
WRITTEN IN HER ALBUM.
SMALL service is true service while it lasts:
The Daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dew-drop from the Sun.
WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM OF THE COUNTESS OF
LADY! a Pen (perhaps with thy regard,
That had not been too timid to imprint
Yet are by nature careless of the sun
Whether he shine on them or not; and some, 15
Witness Towers, and Groves! And Thou, wild Stream, that giv'st the honoured name
Of Lowther to this ancient Line, bear witness From thy most secret haunts; and ye Parterres,
Which She is pleased and proud to call her
Witness how oft upon my noble Friend
Have waited-till the affections could no more Endure that silence, and broke out in song, Snatches of music taken up and dropt
Like those self-solacing, those under, notes 33 Trilled by the redbreast, when autumnal leaves Are thin upon the bough. Mine, only mine, The pleasure was, and no one heard the praise, Checked, in the moment of its issue, checked And reprehended, by a fancied blush
From the pure qualities that called it forth.
Thus Virtue lives debarred from Virtue's meed;
Thus, Lady, is retiredness a veil
That, while it only spreads a softening charm O'er features looked at by discerning eyes, Hides half their beauty from the common
And thus, even on the exposed and breezy hill
Her sacred recompense for many wants)
And benedictions not unheard in heaven:
And friend in the ear of friend, where speech
To follow truth, is eloquent as they.
Then let the Book receive in these prompt lines
A just memorial; and thine eyes consent
And an habitual disregard of self
And shall the Verse not tell of lighter gifts With these ennobling attributes conjoined And blended, in peculiar harmony,
By Youth's surviving spirit? What agile grace!
A nymph-like liberty, in nymph-like form, Beheld with wonder; whether floor or path Thou tread; or sweep-borne on the managed steed
Fleet as the shadows, over down or field, Driven by strong winds at play among the
Yet one word more-one farewell word
Which came, but it has passed into a prayer—
AMONG the dwellers in the silent fields
Known unto few but prized as far as known, A single Act endears to high and low
Through the whole land-to Manhood, moved in spite
Of the world's freezing cares-to generous Youth
To Infancy, that lisps her praise—to Age
Save in the rolls of heaven, where hers may live
A theme for angels, when they celebrate
Of things which their united power called forth
A Maiden gentle, yet, at duty's call,
Firm and unflinching, as the Lighthouse reared