II. WRITTEN IN VERY EARLY YOUTH. CALM is all nature as a resting wheel. The kine are couched upon the dewy grass; Dark is the ground; a slumber seems to steal The officious touch that makes me droop again. III. 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 WELL may'st thou halt--and gaze with brightening eye! Hath stirred thee deeply; with its own dear brook, 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 away. IV. "BELOVED Vale!" I said, "when I shall con Will press me down: to think of what is gone V. 1801. PELION and Ossa flourish side by side, Yet round our sea-girt shore they rise in crowds: Our British Hill is nobler far; he shrouds And pours forth streams more sweet than Castaly. VI. THERE is a little unpretending Rill Months perish with their moons; year treads on year; |