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THE SAILOR'S MOTHER.
One morning (raw it was and wet
Majestic in her person, tall and straight; And like a Roman matron's was her mien and
The ancient spirit is not dead :
She begged an alms, like one in poor estate : I looked at her again, nor did my pride abate.
When from these lofty thoughts I woke,
She answered, soon as she the question heard “ A simple burden, Sir, a little singing-bird."
And, thus continuing, she said,
And I have travelled many miles to see
“The bird and cage they both were his ; 'Twas
son's bird : and neat and trim He kept it; many voyages This singing bird had gone with him :
When last he sail'd, he left the bird behind : From bodings, as might be, that hung upon his
“ He to a fellow-lodger's care
now, God help me for my little wit! I bear it with me, Sir :-he took so much delight in it."
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SHE DWELT AMONG THE UNTRODDEN
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
And very few to love :
A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye ! -Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky,
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be :
I travelled among unknown men,
In lands beyond the sea;
What love I bore to thee.
'Tis past, that melancholy dream !
Nor will I quit thy shore
To love thee more and more.
Among thy mountains did I feel
The joy of my desire ;
Beside an Engiish fire.
Thy mornings showed, thy nights concealed
The bowers where Lucy played ; And thine, too, is the last green field That Lucy's eyes surveyed.
TO A BUTTERFLY.
I've watched you now a short half-hour,
More motionless! and then
And calls you forth again !
This plot of orchard-ground is ours :
Sit near us on the bough!
THE TWO APRIL MORNINGS
• We walked along, while bright and red
Uprose the morning sun ; And Matthew stopped, he looked, and said,
“ The will of God be done!”
A village schoolmaster was he, .
With hair of glittering grey ; As blithe a man as you could see
On a spring holiday.
And on that morning, through the grass,
And by the steaming rills, We travelled merrily, to pass
A day among the hills.