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Bend with the breeze their heads, beside a crystal And makes a meeting seem most like a dear farewell.
Mute memento of that union
In a Saxon church survives,
Where a cross-legged Knight lies sculptured
As between two wedded Wives— Figures with armorial signs of race and birth, And the vain rank the pilgrims bore while yet on earth.
LOVING AND LIKING:
ADDRESSED TO A CHILD.
(BY MY SISTER.)
THERE's more in words than I can teach :
A frog leaps out from bordering grass,
In which he swims as taught by nature,
Nor blush if o'er your heart be stealing A love for things that have no feeling : The spring's first rose by you espied, May fill your breast with joyful pride; And you may love the strawberry-flower, And love the strawberry in its bower; But when the fruit, so often praised For beauty, to your lip is raised,
Say not you love the delicate treat,
Long may you love your pensioner mouse, Though one of a tribe that torment the house: Nor dislike for her cruel sport the cat, Deadly foe both of mouse and rat; Remember she follows the law of her kind, And Instinct is neither wayward nor blind. Then think of her beautiful gliding form, Her tread that would scarcely crush a worm, And her soothing song by the winter fire, Soft as the dying throb of the lyre.
I would not circumscribe your love: It may soar with the eagle and brood with the dove, May pierce the earth with the patient mole,
Or track the hedgehog to his hole.
Loving and liking are the solace of life,
Rock the cradle of joy, smooth the death-bed of
You love your father and your mother,
'HIGH bliss is only for a higher state,' But, surely, if severe afflictions borne With patience merit the reward of peace, Peace ye deserve; and may the solid good, Sought by a wise though late exchange, and here With bounteous hand beneath a cottage-roof To you accorded, never be withdrawn, Nor for the world's best promises renounced. Most soothing was it for a welcome Friend, Fresh from the crowded city, to behold That lonely union, privacy so deep, Such calm employments, such entire content. So when the rain is over, the storm laid,
A pair of herons oft-times have I seen, Upon a rocky islet, side by side,
Drying their feathers in the sun, at ease;
And so, when night with grateful gloom had fallen,
But small and fugitive our gain
Where now, she daily hears a strain
With hope that we, dear Friends! shall meet again. And the invisible sympathy
(SUGGESTED IN A WESTMORELAND COTTAGE.)
DRIVEN in by Autumn's sharpening air
And, caught by glimpses now-now missed,
If the soft voice he throws about
Comes from within doors or without!
Heart-pleased we smile upon the Bird If seen, and with like pleasure stirred Commend him, when he's only heard.
Of 'Matthew, Mark, and Luke, and John,
Thrice happy Creature! in all lands Nurtured by hospitable hands: Free entrance to this cot has he, Entrance and exit both yet free; And, when the keen unruffled weather That thus brings man and bird together, Shall with its pleasantness be past, And casement closed and door made fast, To keep at bay the howling blast, He needs not fear the season's rage, For the whole house is Robin's cage. Whether the bird flit here or there, O'er table lilt, or perch on chair, Though some may frown and make a stir, To scare him as a trespasser, And he belike will flinch or start, Good friends he has to take his part; One chiefly, who with voice and look Pleads for him from the chimney-nook, Where sits the Dame, and wears away
* The words
'Matthew, Mark, and Luke, and John, Bless the bed that I lie on,'
are part of a child's prayer, still in general use through the northern counties.