XIII. NEAR THE SPRING OF THE HERMITAGE. IV. TROUBLED long with warring notions What avails the kindly shelter Parching Summer hath no warrant Thus, dishonouring not her station, Gracious God, the pure oblation XIV. V. Nor seldom, clad in radiant vest, The smoothest seas will sometimes prove, To the confiding Bark, untrue; And, if she trust the stars above, The umbrageous Oak, in pomp outspread, But Thou art true, incarnate Lord, I bent before thy gracious throne, XV. FOR THE SPOT WHERE THE HERMITAGE STOOD ON ST. HERBERT'S ISLAND, DERWENT-WATER. IF thou in the dear love of some one Friend Hast been so happy that thou know'st what thoughts Will sometimes in the happiness of love Make the heart sink, then wilt thou reverence This quiet spot; and, Stranger ! not unmoved Here stood his threshold; here was spread the roof After long exercise in social cares And offices humane, intent to adore The Deity, with undistracted mind, In utter solitude.-But he had left A Fellow-labourer, whom the good Man loved To heaven he knelt before the crucifix, While o'er the lake the cataract of Lodore Might die in the same moment. Nor in vain 1800. WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM OF A CHILD. SMALL service is true service while it lasts; 1834. LINES WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM OF THE COUNTESS OF LONSDALE. NOV. 5, 1834. LADY! a Pen (perhaps with thy regard, And feeling, suited to the place and time That gave them birth:-months passed, and still this hand. Words which the virtues of thy Lord inspired, Whether he shine on them or not; and some, Where'er he moves along the unclouded sky, Turn a broad front full on his flattering beams: |