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And o'er the infernal regions void of day.
Thy servant hears :
And since my tongue is in Thy praises slow, And since that Thine all rhetoric exceeds; Speak Thou in words, but let me speak in deeds! Nor speak alone, but give me grace to hear
What Thy celestial sweetness does impart; Let it not stop when entered at the ear,
But sink and take deep rooting in my heart. As the parched earth drinks rain (but grace
afford) With such a gust will I receive Thy word. Nor with the Israelites shall I desire
Thy heavenly word by Moses to receive, Lest I should die : but Thou who didst inspire
Moses himself, speak Thou, that I may live.
? First published from the Caryll Papers, in the Athenæum, July 15, 1854.
OCCASIONED BY READING THE TRAVELS
OF CAPTAIN LEMUEL GULLIVER.
TO QUINBUS FLESTRIN, THE MAN
MAJESTY OF LILLIPUT.
Lost, I gaze,
May my lays
Propped the skies :
See him stride
Man and steed:
Lest an host
So shall I,
pleasing care, OY She wept, she blubbered, and she E n
tore her hair. No British miss sincerer grief bas known,
Her squirrel missing, or her sparrow flown. She furled her sampler, and hauled in her
thread, And stuck her needle into Grildrig's bed; Then spread her hands, and with a bounce let
fall Her baby, like the giant in Guildhall. In peals of thunder now she roars, and now She gently whimpers like a lowing cow: Yet lovely in her sorrow still appears, Her locks dishevelled, and her flood of tears Seem like the lofty barn of some rich swain, When from the thatch drips fast a shower of
rain. In vain she searched each cranny of the
house, Each gaping chink impervious to a mouse. “ Was it for this (she cried) with daily care Within thy reach I set the vinegar ! And filled the cruet with the acid tide, While pepper-water worms thy bait supplied; Where twined the silver eel around thy book, And all the little monsters of the brook. Sure in that lake he dropped; my Grilly's
drowned.” She dragged the cruet, but no Grildrig found.
“Vain is thy courage, Grilly, vain thy boast; But little creatures enterprise the most. Trembling, I've seen thee dare the kitten's paw, Nay, mix with children, as they played at taw, Nor fear the marbles, as they bounding flew; Marbles to them, but rolling rocks to you.
“Why did I trust thee with that giddy youth? Who from a page can ever learn the truth? Versed in Court tricks, that money-loving boy To some lord's daughter sold the living toy; Or rent him limb from limb in cruel play,