A little Cyclops, with one eye That thought comes next-and instantly The freak is over, The shape will vanish, and behold! That spreads itself, some Faery bold I see thee glittering from afar; In heaven above thee! حملا Yet like a star, with glittering crest, Self-poised in air thou seems't to rest; May peace come never to his nest, Who shall reprove thee! Sweet Flower! for by that name at last, When all my reveries are past, I call thee, and to that cleave fast, Sweet silent Creature! That breath'st with me in sun and air, My heart with gladness, and a share Of thy meek nature! TO THE SAME FLOWER. Bright Flower, whose home is every where ! A Pilgrim bold in Nature's care, And all the long year through the heir Of joy or sorrow, Methinks that there abides in thee Some concord with humanity, Given to no other Flower I see Is it that Man is soon deprest? A thoughtless Thing! who, once unblest, Does little on his memory rest, Or on his reason, And Thou would'st teach him how to find A shelter under every wind, A hope for times that are unkind Thou wander'st the wide world about, With friends to greet thee, or without, Meek, yielding to the occasion's call, And all things suffering from all, Thy fnuction apostolical In peace fulfilling. INCIDENT, Characteristic of a favourite Dog, which belonged to a Friend of the Author. On his morning rounds the Master He hath Comrades in his walk; Four Dogs, each pair of different breed, Distinguished two for scent, and two for speed. F 2 |