A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

P(>lDIS 0., NATURE..

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SoME humble heru-t is sore and sick with grief,

·:ADd straight thou comeat with thy gentle soug ·

To wile the suffere1r from his hate or 1"'0Dg 1

By bringing N ature'a love to his r elief.

Thou cburmest by the aiok child's window loug,

Till racking pl\in itself be woo'd to sleep;

And when away have vaniah'd iiower 1\Dd leaf 1

Thy lonely wailin!t voice for-them doth weep-

Linnet! wild linnet l

God sa.w how much <Of woe, and· grief, and care,

Man's faults and fiJllies on the earth would make;

And thee, sweet singer, for his creatures' sa.ke 1

He sent to warble wildly every where,

.And by our souls 1 ~0 love to wake.

Oh, bleBBed wandering spirit I unto thee

Pure hearts are knit~ aa unto things too fair,

.And good, and benut iful of earth to be-

Linnet! wild linnet I

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en hearing It I:IJmsiJ ~ing in It &inter Jranting l!ntk

m:r lri• ~irtgbag,

Sum on, sweet th~'Usb, upon the leafieBB bough,

Sing on, sweet bird, I listen to thy strain;

See aged Winter, 'mid his surly l'eign,

At thr blithe caro·l ·ctea.ra hie furrow'd brow.

So i~ lone Povert;y's dominion drear,

, Sits meek Contont with light unAn.xioue heart,

: W elcom~ the l'iapid moments, bids them part,

Nor asks iJ they btnng aught to hope or fear.

l than~ Thee, Au'~hor of this opening day I

Thou whose bright sun now gilds yon orient skies f

Riches denied, ~rby boon was purer j oys,

What wealth couM neither give nor take away!

Yet come, thou child of poverty and care,

The mite. high heaven bestow'd, that mite with,

· thee I'll&haro. BUJI.lil!.

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