ADDRESS TO THE SCHOLARS OF THE VILLAGE SCHOOL OF 1799 1845 Composed at Goslar, in Germany. I COME, ye little noisy Crew, I raised, while kneeling by his side, By night or day blow foul or fair, Here did he sit confined for hours; But he could see the woods and plains, Come streaming down the streaming panes. Now stretched beneath his grass-green mound He rests a prisoner of the ground. He loved the breathing air, He loved the sun, but if it rise Or set, to him where now he lies, Alas! what idle words; but take The Dirge which for our Master's sake The rhymes so homely in attire But chanted by your Orphan Quire Will make a touching melody. DIRGE MOURN, Shepherd, near thy old grey stone; Thou Angler, by the silent flood; And mourn when thou art all alone, Thou one blind Sailor, rich in joy Thou drooping sick Man, bless the Guide Who checked or turned thy headstrong youth, As he before had sanctified Thy infancy with heavenly truth. Ye Striplings, light of heart and gay, Bold settlers on some foreign shore, Give, when your thoughts are turned this way, A sigh to him whom we deplore. For us who here in funeral strain And when our hearts shall feel a sting Fond healing, like a mother's kiss. BY THE SIDE OF THE GRAVE SOME YEARS AFTER LONG time his pulse hath ceased to beat, But benefits, his gift, we trace Expressed in every eye we meet Round this dear Vale, his native place. To stately Hall and Cottage rude Oh true of heart, of spirit gay, Such solace find we for our loss; And what beyond this thought we crave Comes in the promise from the Cross, Shining upon thy happy grave. MATTHEW 1799 1800 In the School of is a tablet, on which are inscribed, in gilt letters, the Names of the several persons who have been Schoolmasters there since the foundation of the School, with the time at which they entered upon and quitted their office. Opposite to one of those names the Author wrote the following lines. Such a Tablet as is here spoken of continued to be preserved in Hawkshead School, though the inscriptions were not brought down to our time. This and other poems connected with Matthew would not gain by a literal detail of facts. Like the Wanderer in "The Excursion," this Schoolmaster was made up of several both of his class and men of other occupations. I do not ask pardon for what there is of untruth in such verses, considered strictly as matters of fact. It is enough if, being true and consistent in spirit, they move and teach in a manner not unworthy of a Poet's calling. IF Nature, for a favourite child, Read o'er these lines; and then review In such diversity of hue Its history of two hundred years. |