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The Buzzard mounted from the rock
Lord of the air, he took his flight; 5
Oh! could he on that woeful night
And let me calmly bless the Power 15
That meets me in this unknown Flower,
Full soon in sorrow did I weep,
In sorrow, but for higher trusfc,
How miserably deep!
All vanished in a single word, 35
A breath, a sound, and scarcely heard.
Sea—Ship—drowned—Shipwreck—so it came,
The meek, the brave, the good, was gone;
He who had been our living John
Was nothing but a name. 40
But they as well as I have gains;— 45
From many a humble source, to pains
He would have loved thy modest grace,
Meek Flower! To Him I would have said,
"It grows upon its native bed
Beside our Parting-place;
There, cleaving to the ground, it lies 55
With multitude of purple eyes,
Spangling a cushion green like moss;
But we will see it, joyful tide!
Some day, to see it in its pride,
The mountain will we cross." 60
—Brother and friend, if verse of mine Have power to make thy virtues known, Here let a monuiaental Stone
Stand—sacred as a Shrine;
And to the few who pass this way, 65
Traveller or Shepherd, let it say,
Long as these mighty rocks endure,—
Oh do not Thou too fondly brood,
Although deserving of all good,
On any earthly hope, however pure !* 7°
Why should we weep or mourn, Angelic boy,
But Heaven is now, blest Child, thy Spirit's
home: When such divine communion, which we know, Is felt, thy E/oman-burial place will be Surely a sweet remembrancer of Thee.
1 The plant alluded to is the Moss Campion (Silene acaulis, of Linnaeus). See note at the end of the volume. See among the Poems on the "Naming of Places," No. vi.
Composed at Grasmere, during a walk one Evening, after a stormy day, the Author having just read in a Newspaper that the dissolution of Mr. Fox was hourly expected.
Loud is the Vale! the Voice is up
With which she speaks when storms are gone,
A mighty unison of streams!
Of all her Voices, One!
Loud is the Vale;—this inland Depth 5
In peace is roaring like the Sea;
Sad was I, even to pain deprest,
The Comforter hath found me here,
And many thousands now are sad—
Wait the fulfilment of their fear;
For he must die who is their stay, 15
Their glory disappear.
A Power is passing from the earth
To breathless Nature's dark abyss;
But when the great and good depart
What is it more than this— 20
1 Importuna e grave salma.
That Man, who is from G-od sent forth,
I15ITOCATION TO THE EAETH.
"Rest, rest, perturbed Earth! O rest, thou doleful Mother of Mankind!" A Spirit sang in tones more plaintive than the
wind: "From regions where no evil thing has birth I come—thy stains to wash away, 5
Thy cherished fetters to unbind,
From out thy noisome prison;
With tens of thousands rent from off the tree
11. "False Parent of Mankind! Obdurate, proud, and blind, 20
I sprinkle thee with soft celestial dews,