Friend of my lonely hours! thou leadest me Her wretched sons who pine with want amid To medicine with thy wiles the wearied heart, That tops the summit of that craggy hill And steep; yet through yon hazles upward leads And watch the goatherd down yon high-banked path So deeming, for that home would be the home Like the poor captive, from some fleeting dream MUSINGS ON THE WIG OF A SCARE-CROW. ALAS for this world's changes and the lot Its graceful gravity of grizzled grey; Or whether on some stern schoolmaster's brow Have those dishonour'd locks endur'd the rains TO CONTEMPLATION. FAINT gleams the evening radiance through the sky, Now the pleased eye from yon lone cottage sees And sleeps along the dale the silent breeze. view thee on the calmy shore When ocean stills his waves to rest; Or when slow-moving on the serges hoar Meet with deep hollow roar And whiten o'er his breast; For lo! the moon with softer radiance gleams, When the low gales of evening moan along, Listening the mellow murmur of the trees Or lead me where amid the tranquil vale O'er the bank of violets sighs, Listening to hear its softened sounds arise; And watch the horn-eyed snail Creep o'er his long moon-glittering trail, And mark where, radiant through the night, [light. Moves in the grass-green hedge the glow-worm's living |