1'008 OJ' 2f A.!'tT1Ut.Green to the very door ; and wrentha of IJDioke
Sen~ up, iu silence, from among the treee I
With loml' unct:rtain notice, aa migM eeem
Of "agratJt dwellet'll in the houeele~~~~ wooda,
01· of aome Hermit's cave, where by bia fire
The Hermit eits alone.These beauteona forms,
Through a long absence, have not been to rue
.Aa ian landscape to a blind ml\n'a eye:
But on in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din
Of towns nod cities, I hnve owed to them
In hours of wearineBS, set181\tion.a sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt aloug the heart;
.And pllSIIing even into my purer mind,
With tranquil restoration :-feelingt too
Of unremember'd pleasure: such, perbape,
.Aa hAve no alight or trivial inftuence
On that best portion of a gooJ man'e life,
Hie little, nameles.a, unremember'd acta
Of kindneee and nf love. Nor leas, I trust,
To them I moy ha"e owed another gift,
or aspect more sublime i tllat bleeeed mood,
Jo which the burthen of tho mystery,
In which the heavy and the weary weigl1t
or all this unintelligble world,
Ia lighteu'd :.--that serene and ble1111ed mood
In which the affections gently lead us on,-
Until the breath of this corporeal frame,
And even the motion of our hnman blood,
.Almost &UApended, we are laid uleep
In body, and become a living aoul:
While with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We eee into the life ofthinga.Hthia
Be but a vain belief, yet oh I bow oft-
In tlarknesa and amid the maoy aha pea
Of joyll!a& daylight; when the fretful etir
Unpt·o6table, and the fever of the world,
Have bung upon the beatings of my heart-
How on, in spirit, have I turn'd tu thee,
0 eylvan Wye I thou wanderer through the wooda,
How often baa my·apirit turn'd to thee I