Morn into noon did pass, noon into eve,
And the old day was welcome as the young,
As welcome, and as beautiful, — in sooth
More beautiful, as being a thing more holy:
Thanks to thy virtues, to the eternal youth
Of all thy goodness, never melancholy;

To thy large heart and humble mind, that cast
Into one vision future, present, past.

XXXIV.

HARK! 't is the Thrush, undaunted, undeprest,
By twilight premature of cloud and rain;
Nor does that roaring wind deaden his strain
Who carols thinking of his Love and nest,
And seems, as more incited, still more blest.
Thanks; thou hast snapped a fireside Prisoner's
chain,

Exulting Warbler ! eased a fretted brain,
And in a moment charmed my cares to rest.
Yes, I will forth, bold Bird! and front the blast,
That we may sing together, if thou wilt,
So loud, so clear, my Partner through life's day,
Mute in her nest love-chosen, if not love-built
Like thine, shall gladden, as in seasons past,
Thrilled by loose snatches of the social Lay.
Rydal Mount, 1838.

XXXV.

'T Is He whose yester-evening's high disdain Beat back the roaring storm, but how subdued His day-break note, a sad vicissitude!

Does the hour's drowsy weight his glee restrain?
Or, like the nightingale, her joyous vein

Pleased to renounce, does this dear Thrush attune
His voice to suit the temper of yon Moon
Doubly depressed, setting, and in her wane?
Rise, tardy Sun! and let the songster prove
(The balance trembling between night and morn
No longer) with what ecstasy upborne

He can pour forth his spirit. In heaven above,
And earth below, they best can serve true gladness
Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness.

XXXVI.

O WHAT a Wreck! how changed in mien and

speech!

Yet though dread Powers, that work in mystery, spin

Entanglings of the brain, though shadows stretch O'er the chilled heart — reflect; far, far within

Hers is a holy Being, freed from Sin.

She is not what she seems, a forlorn wretch,

But delegated Spirits comfort fetch

To her from heights that Reason may not win.
Like Children, she is privileged to hold

Divine communion; both to live and move,
Whate'er to shallow Faith their ways unfold,
Inly illumined by Heaven's pitying love;
Love pitying innocence not long to last,
In them,

in her our sins and sorrows past.

XXXVII.

INTENT on gathering wool from hedge and brake, Yon busy Little-ones rejoice that soon

A

poor old Dame will bless them for the boon : Great is their glee while flake they add to flake, With rival earnestness; far other strife

Than will hereafter move them, if they make
Pastime their idol, give their day of life

To pleasure snatched for reckless pleasure's sake.
Can pomp and show allay one heart-born grief?
Pains which the World inflicts can she requite?
Not for an interval however brief;

The silent thoughts that search for steadfast light, Love from her depths, and Duty in her might, And Faith, these only yield secure relief.

March 8th, 1842.

XXXVIII.

A PLEA FOR AUTHORS, MAY, 1838.

FAILING impartial measure to dispense
To every suitor, Equity is lame;
And social Justice, stripped of reverence

For natural rights, a mockery and a shame;
Law but a servile dupe of false pretence,
If, guarding grossest things from common claim
Now and for ever, she, to works that came
From mind and spirit, grudge a short-lived fence.
"What! lengthened privilege, a lineal tie,
For Books!" Yes, heartless Ones, or be it proved
That 't is a fault in Us to have lived and loved
Like others, with like temporal hopes to die;

No public harm that Genius from her course
Be turned; and streams of truth dried up, even at
their source !

XXXIX.

VALEDICTORY SONNET.

Closing the Volume of Sonnets published in 1838. SERVING no haughty Muse, my hands have here Disposed some cultured Flowerets (drawn from

spots

Where they bloomed singly, or in scattered knots),
Each kind in several beds of one parterre ;
Both to allure the casual Loiterer,

And that, so placed, my Nurslings may requite
Studious regard with opportune delight,
Nor be unthanked, unless I fondly err.
But metaphor dismissed, and thanks apart,
Reader, farewell! My last words let them be, -
If in this book Fancy and Truth agree;

If simple Nature trained by careful Art

Through It have won a passage to thy heart;
Grant me thy love, I crave no other fee!

XL.

TO THE REV. CHRISTOPHER WORDSWORTH, D.D., MASTER OF HARROW SCHOOL,

After the perusal of his Theophilus Anglicanus, recently published.

ENLIGHTENED Teacher, gladly from thy hand
Have I received this proof of pains bestowed
By thee to guide thy Pupils on the road
That, in our native isle, and every land,
The Church, when trusting in divine command
And in her Catholic attributes, hath trod:

may these lessons be with profit scanned To thy heart's wish, thy labor blest by God!

So the bright faces of the young and gay

Shall look more bright, the happy, happier still;

Catch, in the pauses of their keenest play,

Motions of thought which elevate the will,
And, like the Spire that from your classic Hill
Points heavenward, indicate the end and way.
Rydal Mount, Dec. 11, 1843.

XLI.

TO THE PLANET VENUS,

Upon its approximation (as an Evening Star) to the Earth, Jan. 1838.

WHAT strong allurement draws, what spirit guides, Thee, Vesper! brightening still, as if the nearer