DAYS undefiled by luxury or sloth, At will, your power the measure of your troth !--- Grieve for the land on whose wild woods his name Το upper air from Mammon's loathesome den. the landscape, with the Langdale Pikes soaring above, and the bright tarn shining beneath; and when the poet's eyes were satisfied with their feast on the beauties familiar to them, they sought relief in the search, to them a happy vital habit, for new beauty in the flower-enamelled turf at his feet. There his attention was arrested by a fair smooth stone, of the size of an ostrich's egg, seeming to imbed at its centre, and at the same time to display a dark star-shaped fossil of most distinct outline. Upon closer inspection this proved to be the shadow of a daisy projected upon it with extraordinary precision by the intense light of an almost vertical sun. The poet drew the attention of the rest of the party to the minute but beautiful phenomenon, and gave expression at the time to thoughts suggested by it, which so interested our friend Professor Butler, that he plucked the tiny flower, and, saying that it should be not only the theme but the memorial of the thought they had heard,' bestowed it somewhere carefully for preservation. The little poem, in which some of these thoughts were afterwards crystallized, commences with the stanza, – 'So fair, so sweet, withal so sensitive, Would that the little flowers were born to live, Memoir, pp. 27, 28.-Ed. *To William Penn, son of Admiral Sir W. Penn, a printer and quaker, Charles II. granted lands in America, to which he gave the name of Pennsylvania.-ED. YOUNG ENGLAND-what is then become of Old, For ever. The Spirit of Alfred at the head Of all who for her rights watch'd, toiled and bled, The servum pecus of a Gallic breed? Dear Mother! if thou must thy steps retrace, THOUGH the bold wings of Poesy affect The clouds, and wheel around the mountain tops Rejoicing, from her loftiest height she drops Well pleased to skim the plain with wild flowers deckt, Or muse in solemn grove whose shades protect The lingering dew-there steals along, or stops Her functions are they therefore less divine, Should that fear be thine, Aspiring Votary, ere thy hand present One offering, kneel before her modest shrine, 166 SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE OF THE BIRD OF PARADISE. SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE OF THE BIRD OF PARADISE. [This subject has been treated of in another note. I will here only, by way of comment, direct attention to the fact, that pictures of animals and other productions of Nature, as seen in conservatories, menageries, and museums, &c., would do little for the national mind, nay, they would be rather injurious to it, if the imagination were excluded by the presence of the object, more or less out of a state of Nature. If it were not that we learn to talk and think of the lion and the eagle, the palm-tree, and even the cedar, from the impassioned introduction of them so frequently into Holy Scripture, and by great poets, and divines who wrote as poets, the spiritual part of our nature, and therefore the higher part of it, would derive no benefit from such intercourse with such subjects.] THE gentlest poet, with free thoughts endowed, This, this the Bird of Paradise! disclaim This the Sun's Bird, whom Glendoveers might own Of nether air's rude billows is unknown; Whom Sylphs, if e'er for casual pastime they O sovereign Nature! I appeal to thee, Of all thy feathered progeny Is so unearthly, and what shape so fair? So richly decked in variegated down, Green, sable, shining yellow, shadowy brown, Hues doubtfully begun and ended; Or intershooting, and to sight Lost and recovered, as the rays of light Glance on the conscious plumes touched here and there? Full surely, when with such proud gifts of life Began the pencil's strife, O'erweening Art was caught as in a snare. A sense of seemingly presumptuous wrong That in the living Creature find on earth a place. 1846. The Poems of 1846, were limited to the lines beginning, "I know an aged man constrained to dwell," an "Evening Voluntary," six sonnets, and other two short pieces. WHY should we weep or mourn, angelic boy, For such thou wert ere from our sight removed, This sonnet refers to the poet's grandchild, who died at Rome in the beginning of 1846. Wordsworth wrote of it thus to Professor Henry Reed, "Jan. 23, 1846. . . . Our daughter-in-law fell into bad health between three and four years ago. She went with her husband to Madeira, where they remained nearly a year; she was then advised to go to Italy. After a prolonged residence there, her six children (whom her husband returned Holy, and ever dutiful-beloved From day to day, with never-ceasing joy, His might, nor less his mercy, as behoved— But Heaven is now, blest Child, thy Spirit's home: WHERE LIES THE TRUTH? HAS MAN, IN WHERE lies the truth? has man, in wisdom's creed, A pitiable doom; for respite brief A care more anxious, or a heavier grief? Is he ungrateful, and doth little heed 1 God's bounty, soon forgotten; or indeed, 1 Who that lies down and may not wake to sorrow. MS. MS. to England for), went, at her earnest request, to that country, under their father's guidance; then he was obliged, on account of his duty as a clergyman, to leave them. Four of the number resided with their mother at Rome, three of whom took a fever there, of which the youngest-as noble a boy of five years as ever was seen-died, being seized with convulsions when the fever was somewhat subdued."-Ed. |