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And, while with all a mother's love
She from the lofty rocks above
Sent forth a cry forlorn,
The Lamb, still swimming round and round, Made answer to that plaintive sound.
When he had learnt what thing it was,
Far better than the sages' books,
By chance had hither strayed;
And there the helpless Lamb he found By those huge rocks encompassed round.
He drew it gently from the pool,
And brought it forth into the light:
The Shepherds met him with his charge,
An unexpected sight!
Into their arms the Lamb they took,
Said they, "He's neither maimed nor scarred."
Then up the steep ascent they hied,
Those idle Shepherd-boys upbraid,
To II. C.
SIX YEARS OLD.
O THOU! whose fancies from afar are brought; Who of thy words dost make a mock apparel, And fittest to unutterable thought
The breeze-like motion and the self-born carol;
In such clear water, that thy Boat
To brood on air than on an earthly stream;
O blessed Vision! happy Child!
I think of thee with many fears
For what may be thy lot in future years.
I thought of times when Pain might be thy guest,
O vain and causeless melancholy!
Or, lengthening out thy season of delight, Preserve for thee, by individual right,
A young Lamb's heart among the full-grown flocks. What hast Thou to do with sorrow,
Or the injuries of to-morrow?
Thou art a Dew-drop, which the morn brings forth,
Ill fitted to sustain unkindly shocks;
Or to be trailed along the soiling earth;
A gem that glitters while it lives,
But, at the touch of wrong, without a strife
INFLUENCE OF NATURAL OBJECTS
IN CALLING FORTH AND STRENGTHENING THE IMAGINA TION IN BOYHOOD AND EARLY YOUTH.
From an unpublished Poem.
(This extract is reprinted from "THE FRIEND.")
WISDOM and Spirit of the Universe
By day or star-light, thus from my first dawn
Yet at this impressive season, Words which tenderness can speak
From the truths of homely reason, Might exalt the loveliest cheek;
The Pack loud-bellowing, and the hunted hare.
Of melancholy, not unnoticed, while the stars, Eastward, were sparkling clear, and in the west The orange sky of evening ared away.
Not seldom from the uproar I retired
Into a silent bay, or sportively
Glanced sideway, leaving the tumultuous throng,
To cut across the reflex of a Star,
Image, that, flying still before me, gleamed
And, while around it storm as fierce seemed troubling Strong as an eagle with my charge I glided round and earth and air,
I saw, within, the Norman boy kneeling alone in prayer. The wide-spread boughs, for view of door, window, and stair that wound
The child, as if the thunder's voice spake with articu- Gracefully up the gnarled trunk; nor left we unsurveyed late call, The pointed steeple peering forth from the centre of the shade.
Bowed meekly in submissive fear, before the Lord of All;
I lighted-opened with soft touch the chapel's iron door, With soft illumination cheered the dimness of that place. Past softly leading in the boy; and, while from roof to
From floor to roof all round his eyes the child with wonder cast,
Pleasure on pleasure crowded in, each livelier than the last.
How beautiful is holiness!-what wonder if the sight,
But the poor ragged thing whose ways my human heart had warmed.
For, deftly framed within the trunk, the sanctuary showed,
Me had the dream equipped with wings, so I took him By light of lamp and precious stones, that glimmered in my arms,
here, there glowed,
And lifted from the grassy floor, stilling his faint alarms,
Shrine, altar, image, offerings hung in sign of gratitude;
By giving him for both our sakes, an hour of holiday.
I whispered, Yet a little while, dear child! thou art my own,
To show thee some delightful thing, in country or in
What shall it be? a mirthful throng? or that holy place
St. Denis, filled with royal tombs, or the Church of
"St. Ouen's golden Shrine? Or choose what else would please thee most
Of any wonder Normandy, or all proud France, can boast!"
"My mother," said the boy, "was born near to a blessed
On wings, from broad and steadfast poise let loose by "Then offer up thy heart to God in thankfulness and this reply, praise, For Allonville, o'er down and dale, away then did Give to Him prayers, and many thoughts, in thy most we fly; busy days;
O'er town and tower we flew, and fields in May's fresh And in His sight the fragile cross, on thy small hut. verdure drest; will be
The wings they did not flag; the child, though grave, Holy as that which long hath crowned the chapel of was not deprest. this tree;
But who shall show, to waking sense, the gleam of light "Holy as that far seen which crowns the sumptuous Church in Rome
Forth from his eyes, when first the boy looked down on Where thousands meet to worship God under a mighty that huge oak, dome;
For length of days so much revered, so famous where He sees the bending multitude, he hears the choral it stands rites,
For twofold hallowing - Nature's care, and work of Yet not the less, in children's hymns and lonely prayer, numan hands? delights.