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It is a beauteous Evening, calm and free;
The holy time is quiet as a Nun
Breathless with adoration; the broad sun
Is sinking down in its tranquillity;
The gentleness of heaven is on the Sea:
Listen! the mighty Being is awake,
And doth with his eternal motion make
A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here,
If thou appear'st untouched by solemn thought,
Thy nature is not therefore less divine:
Thou liest " in Abraham's bosom" all the year;
And worshipp'st at the Temple's inner shrine,
God being with thee when we know it not.
COMPOSED ON THE EVE OF THE MARRIAGE OF A FRIEND, IN THE VALE OF GRASMERE.
What need of clamorous bells, or ribbands gay,
ON APPROACHING HOME AFTER A TOUR IN SCOTLAND, 180S.
FlY, some kind Spirit, fly to Grasmere Vale!
Say that we come, and come by this day's light;
Glad tidings! — spread them over field and height;
But chiefly let one Cottage hear the tale;
There let a mystery of joy prevail,
The Kitten frolic with unruly might,
And Rover whine, as at a second sight
Of near-approaching good that shall not fail; —
And from that Infant's face let joy appear;
Yea, let our Mary's one Companion Child,
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.
From the dark chambers of dejection freed,
Which heav'n-ward they direct Then droop not
Erroneously renewing a sad vow
TO THE MEMORY OF R A ISLET CALVERT.
Calvert! it must not be unheard by them