He sits, and with a vacant eye; A sight to make a stranger sigh! The joyous Woman is the Mate With all its bravery on; in times I praise thee, Matron! and thy due Is praise, heroic praise, and true! With admiration I behold Thy gladness unsubdued and bold: And yet a higher joy partake: gay; Our Human-nature throws away Ah! see her helpless Charge! enclosed The persons that before them go, Where common cheerfulness would fail ; The more I looked, I wondered more— And, while I scanned them o'er and o'er, Some inward trouble suddenly Broke from the Matron's strong black eyeA remnant of uneasy light, A flash of something over-bright! Nor long this mystery did detain My thoughts;-she told in pensive strain That she had borne a heavy yoke, Been stricken by a twofold stroke; Ill health of body; and had pined Beneath worse ailments of the mind. So be it!—but let praise ascend To Him who is our lord and friend! Who from disease and suffering Hath called for thee a second spring; Which makes of thine a blissful state; XIV. FLY, some kind Harbinger, to Grasmere-dale! While we have wandered over wood and wild Smile on his Mother now with bolder cheer. XV. THE BLIND HIGHLAND BOY. A TALE TOLD BY THE FIRE-SIDE, AFTER RETURNING TO THE VALE OF GRASMERE. Now we are tired of boisterous joy, There! take your seat, and let me see That you can listen quietly: And, as I promised, I will tell That strange adventure which befel A Highland Boy!-why call him so? He from his birth had lived. |