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

Ht roZJa~.o..·m•.eoo&U: un oo...,.r~ unorron.

I beard tho bell toll'J Oil thy· barial..!ay,

laaw the hearse tbnt bore thee elow away,

And, turning from.my uonery-wl~, dl'Mr''

A long, l011g 11igh. IW•l wept~ lut•atiit~n·l

But waa it anuh.t It waa. Wlrere-i.bou art goJRt

A die111 and ,J&rewells-uo a. ·eound uekooW'DI•

May I but meet tht'e on tbatlJMcefulebore,

1'bo parting aound ahall pue mylipe·uo·motei I

Tby m11.ioleoa, g,ieved thenaelvea At my'OOnwm;

Oft gMe me promise· oC tlry ·quickl returtu·

What ardently I wiah'd, I.long bellevt~d

Ant! diaappointed still, wu atilhleeeiv;d.

BY. diaappoiutme11t every day beguiled,

Dope of to-morrow even from a cbild.

Thua many a aaJ to-morrow came and wen\,

Till, all my stock-of infaut sorrow epeot,

I learn'd d last submiuion to my Jot ;

BUt, though lltas •leplored thee, ue'er forgo~-

Where:~ we dwelt our Dluoe I.e· heard· noo100re 1

Children not thioe have·tro<l my nurtetyilool'; ·

ADd where·tbe·garoh•oer Robin1 day by·day,

Drew me to ecbool I\ long: the·publio way,

Delighted with nJY •hauble coach, and· WTapp'd•

In sc-arlet ma.oile warmj aotl velvet capp'd,

'Tia now become a lft»tory little known,

That once we called tl1e paetoral bouse our owu.

Short-lived posse88ion I But the record fair

That Memory keeps of all thy: kin•lneu there,.

S\ill outlives mnoy a storm, that has elfneed

A thousand other theme• lesa deeply trace!~.

Thy nightly visits to my cb.nruber maole,

That t.hou miglit'et kuow me safe &url warmly la.iol;

Thy morning hountiea ere l'lc~ my l10mf',

The biacait·or confectionery plum;

Tho fragrant watl'r& on my cheeks beatow'd

By tby own hanJ, till f1-esh they 11hone and glow'J 1

All!t~ aad·more eodeoring etill than nll 1

Thl: couatant.1low of lo-ve, that knew no fall;

Ne er roogben'd by those cataracts and breaks;

That burnout' ioterpoeed too ofteu runkes;

All this, atlll•legible in Memory'• page,

And •till to b&"'I -to· my lattat •s~

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