Her buoyant Spirit can prevail Where common cheerfulness would fail An animal delight though dim! ; - The more I looked, I wondered more And, while I scanned them o'er and o'er, A moment gave me to espy A trouble in her strong black A remnant of uneasy light, eye; A flash of something over-bright! So be it! but let praise ascend To Him who is our Lord and Friend! Who from disease and suffering Hath called for thee a second Spring; Repaid thee for that sore distress By no untimely joyousness; Which makes of thine a blissful state; And cheers thy melancholy Mate! XIV. FLY, some kind Spirit, fly to Grasmere-dale, The happy Kitten bound with frolic might, Of near-approaching good that shall not fail;- That hath her six weeks' solitude beguiled With intimations manifold and dear, While we have wandered over wood and wild, Smile on his Mother now with bolder cheer. " XV. THE BLIND HIGHLAND BOY. A TALE TOLD BY THE FIRE-SIDE, AFTER RETURNING TO THE VALE OF GRASMERE. Now we are tired of boisterous joy, There! take your seat, and let me see And, as I promised, I will tell That strange adventure which befel A poor blind Highland Boy. A Highland Boy!-why call him so? He ne'er had seen one earthly sight; Or fish in stream, or bird in bower, And yet he neither drooped nor pined, Nor had a melancholy mind; For God took pity on the Boy, And was his friend; and gave him joy Of which we nothing know. His Mother, too, no doubt, above For, was she here, or was she there, |