"Poor Shepherd of the naked Down, a favoured lot is thine, Far happier lot, dear Boy, than brings full many to this shrine; From body pains and pains of soul thou needest no release, 55 Thy hours as they flow on are spent, if not in joy in peace. "Then offer up thy heart to God in thankfulness and praise, Give to Him prayers, and many thoughts, in thy most busy days; And in His sight the fragile Cross, on thy small hut, will be Holy as that which long hath crowned the Chapel of this Tree; 60 "Holy as that far seen which crowns the sumptuous Church in Rome Where thousands meet to worship God under a mighty Dome; He sees the bending multitude, he hears the choral rites, Yet not the less, in children's hymns and lonely prayer delights. "God for His service needeth not proud work of human skill; 65 They please Him best who labour most to do in peace His will: So let us strive to live, and to our Spirits will be given Such wings as, when our Saviour calls, shall bear us up to heaven." The Boy no answer made by words but so earnest was his look, Sleep fled, and with it fled the dream-recorded in this book, 70 Lest all that passed should melt away in silence from my mind, As visions still more bright have done, and left no trace behind. But oh! that Country-man of thine, whose eye, loved Child, can see A pledge of endless bliss in acts of early piety, In verse, which to thy ear might come, would treat this simple theme, 75 Nor leave untold our happy flight in that adventurous dream. Alas the dream, to thee, poor Boy! to thee from whom it flowed, Was nothing, scarcely can be aught, yet 'twas bounteously bestowed, If I may dare to cherish hope that gentle eyes will read Not loth, and listening Little-ones, hearttouched, their fancies feed.1 1 See note. 1842. (?) 80 XX. THE WESTMORELAND GIRL. TO MY GRANDCHILDREN. PART I. SEEK who will delight in fable, Far and wide on hill and valley But, as chanced, a Cottage-maiden Whirled adown the rocky channel, 5 ΙΟ Peace and rest, as seems, before them 15 Oh! it was a frightful current Whose fierce wrath the Girl had braved; Saved by courage that with danger 20 PART II. Now, to a maturer Audience, So, unwatched by love maternal, 25 30 Spare your blame,-remembrance makes him Still upon his cheek are living Dear caresses given in pity, Time passed on; the Child was happy, Scarcely less than sacred passions, Anglers, bent on reckless pastime, 35 40 45 50 Merciful protectress, kindling Many a captive hath she rescued, Listen yet awhile;-with patience Yes, the wild Girl of the mountains She, fulfilling her sire's office, 55 60 65 When his spirit was departed, 70 What then wants the Child to temper, To control the froward impulse 75 And restrain the vague desire ? Easily a pious training And a stedfast outward power Would supplant the weeds, and cherish. 80 |