That ever feared the tempting sun, This Tablet, hallowed by her name, Of fond regret be still thy choice, 'I AM THE WAY, THE TRUTH, And the life.' IV EPITAPH 1824 IN THE CHAPEL-YARD OF LANGDALE, WESTMORELAND Y playful smiles, (alas! too oft BY A sad heart's sunshine) by a soft And gentle nature, and a free Yet modest hand of charity, Through life was OWEN LLOYD endeared Of humble mourners testified, The measure of God's chastening love, Here, brought from far, his corse found rest,-- Urged less for this Yew's shade, though he V 1841 ADDRESS TO THE SCHOLARS OF THE I VILLAGE SCHOOL OF 1798 COME, ye little noisy Crew, Not long your pastime to prevent; Theard the blessing which to you ΤΟ 20 Our common Friend and Father sent. I raised, while kneeling by his side, Here did he sit confined for hours; ΤΟ mound 20 He loved the breathing air, He loved the sun, but if it rise Or set, to him where now he lies, Brings not a moment's care. Alas! what idle words; but take The Dirge which for our Master's sake And yours, love prompted me to make. But chanted by your Orphan Quire 30 DIRGE MOURN, Shepherd, near thy old grey stone; And mourn when thou art all alone, Thou one blind Sailor, rich in joy Born deaf, and living deaf and dumb. Thou drooping sick Man, bless the Guide Thy infancy with heavenly truth. 40 Ye Striplings, light of heart and gay, Give, when your thoughts are turned this way, For us who here in funeral strain And when our hearts shall feel a sting BY THE SIDE OF THE GRAVE SOME YEARS AFTER LONG time his pulse hath ceased to beat; Expressed in every eye we meet 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, 1798 VI 50 60 70 ELEGIAC STANZAS SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE OF PEELE CASTLE IN A STORM, I WAS thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile! Four summer weeks I dwelt in sight of thee: I saw thee every day; and all the while Thy Form was sleeping on a glassy sea. 1 See upon the subject of the three foregoing pieces, the 'Matthew' poems, vol. II., pp. 337 foll. So pure the sky, so quiet was the air! How perfect was the calm! it seemed no sleep; Ah! THEN, if mine had been the Painter's hand, I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile Thou shouldst have seemed a treasure-house divine Of all the sunbeams that did ever shine The very sweetest had to thee been given. A Picture had it been of lasting ease, Such, in the fond illusion of my heart, Such Picture would I at that time have made: So once it would have been,-'tis so no more; I have submitted to a new control: A power is gone, which nothing can restore; A deep distress hath humanised my Soul. Not for a moment could I now behold 10 20 30 This, which I know, I speak with mind serene. 40 Then, Beaumont, Friend! who would have been the Friend, If he had lived, of Him whom I deplore, This work of thine I blame not, but commend; O'tis a passionate Work!-yet wise and well, And this huge Castle, standing here sublime, Farewell, farewell the heart that lives alone, But welcome fortitude, and patient cheer, 50 60 1805 S VII TO THE DAISY WEET Flower! belike one day to have I welcome thee once more: But He, who was on land, at sea, Ah! hopeful, hopeful was the day His wish was gained: a little time Would bring him back in manhood's prime And free for life, these hills to climb, With all his wants supplied. And full of hope day followed day While that stout Ship at anchor lay Beside the shores of Wight; The May had then made all things green; And, floating there, in pomp serene, That Ship was goodly to be seen, ΤΟ 20 |