LIX.-ADMONITION. Intended more particularly for the Perusal of those who may have happened to be enamoured of some beautiful Place of Retreat, in the Country of the Lakes. YES, there is holy pleasure in thine eye! -The lovely Cottage in the guardian nook Hath stirred thee deeply; with its own dear brook, Its own small pasture, almost its own sky! But covet not the Abode ;-forbear to sigh, Think what the Home must be if it were thine, The roses to the porch which they entwine. Yea, all, that now enchants thee, from the day LX. WANSFELL!' this Household has a favoured lot, To watch while Morn first crowns thee with her rays, Evening's angelic clouds. serenely float Yet ne'er a note Hath sounded (shame upon the Bard!) thy praise Bountiful Son of Earth! when we are gone From every object dear to mortal sight, How in thy pensive glooms our hearts found rest. 1 The Hill that rises to the south-east, above Ambleside. "IF THOU INDEED." IF Thou indeed derive thy light from Heaven, Though half a sphere be conscious of its brightness, Is yet of no diviner origin, No purer essence, than the One that burns, Like an untended watch-fire, on the ridge Of some dark mountain; or than those which seem Humbly to hang, like twinkling winter lamps, Among the branches of the leafless trees. INFLUENCE OF NATURAL OBJECTS IN CALLING FORTH AND STRENGTHENING THE IMAGINATION IN BOYHOOD AND EARLY YOUTH. WISDOM and Spirit of the Universe! By day or star-light, thus from my first dawn In November days, 'Twas mine among the fields both day and night, And by the waters, all the summer long. And in the frosty season, when the sun Was set, and, visible for many a mile, The cottage windows through the twilight blazed, I heeded not the summons :-happy time for me It was indeed for all of us; It was a time of rapture !-Clear and loud That cares not for his home.-All shod with steel And woodland pleasures,-the resounding horn, Of melancholy, not unnoticed, while the stars, Not seldom from the uproar I retired Glanced sideway, leaving the tumultuous throng, Upon the glassy plain: and oftentimes, Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still |