INSCRIPTION INTENDED FOR A STONE IN THE GROUNDS OF RYDAL MOUNT. IN these fair Vales hath many a Tree Was rescued by the Bard: To let it rest in peace; and here (Heaven knows how soon) the tender-hearted May heave a gentle sigh for him, WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM. SMALL service is true service while it lasts; Protects the lingering dew-drop from the Sun. INCIDENT AT BRUGÈS. IN Brugès town is many a street A harp that tuneful prelude made The measure, simple truth to tell, Though from the same grim turret fell When silent were both voice and chords The strain seemed doubly dear, Yet sad as sweet, for English words It was a breezy hour of eve; And pinnacle and spire Quivered and seemed almost to heave, Clothed with innocuous fire; But where we stood, the setting sun Showed little of his state; And, if the glory reached the Nun, 'Twas through an iron grate. Not always is the heart unwise, If even a passing Stranger sighs Sad is thy doom, self-solaced dove, Oh! what is beauty, what is love, Such feeling pressed upon my soul, By one soft trickling tear that stole From the Maiden at my side; Less tribute could she pay than this, sea, Borne gaily o'er the Fresh from the beauty and the bliss Of English liberty? A JEWISH FAMILY. (IN A SMALL VALLEY OPPOSITE ST. GOAR, UPON THE RHINE.) GENIUS of Raphael! if thy wings Might bear thee to this glen, To pencil dear and pen, Thou wouldst forego the neighbouring Rhine, And all his majesty, A studious forehead to incline O'er this poor family. The Mother-her thou must have seen, In spirit, ere she came To dwell these rifted rocks between, Or found no earth a name; An image, too, of that sweet Boy, Thy inspirations give: Of playfulness, and love, and joy, |