Even here I feel it, even this Plant
Is in its beauty ministrant

To comfort and to peace.

VI.

He would have loved thy modest grace,

Meek Flower! To him I would have said, "It grows upon its native bed

Beside our Parting-place;

There, cleaving to the ground, it lies,

With multitude of purple eyes,

Spangling a cushion green like moss;

But we will see it, joyful tide!
Some day, to see it in its pride,

The mountain we will cross."

VII.

-Brother and friend, if verse of mine

Have power to make thy virtues known,

Here let a monumental Stone

Stand, sacred as a Shrine;

And to the few who pass this way,
Traveller or Shepherd, let it say,

Long as these mighty rocks endure,

O, do not thou too fondly brood,
Although deserving of all good,

On any earthly hope, however pure!

mes! that other bards may see ely visions by thy side

w, fair river! come to me. He, fair stream! for ever so

uiet soul on all bestowing, l our minds for ever flow

y deep waters now are flowing.

thought!-Yet be as now thou art,
in thy waters may be seen
mage of a poet's heart,

bright, how solemn, how serene!
as did once the Poet bless,
murmuring here a later ditty,
find no refuge from distress
n the milder grief of pity.

let us, as we float along,

im suspend the dashing oar; pray that never child of song know that Poet's sorrows more. calm! how still! the only sound, dripping of the oar suspended! e evening darkness gathers round, itue's holiest Powers attended

"MY HEART LEAPS UP."

My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:

So was it when my life began;

So is it now I am a man;

So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!

The Child is father of the Man,
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.

ALICE FELL.

THE post-boy drove with fierce career,

For threatening clouds the moon had drowned; When, as we hurried on, my ear

Was smitten with a startling sound.

As if the wind blew many ways,
I heard the sound,—and more and more;
It seemed to follow with the chaise,
And still I heard it as before.

At length I to the boy called out;
He stopped his horses at the word,
But neither cry, nor voice, nor shoat,
Nor aught e ve like it, could be heard.

The boy then smacked his whip, and fast

The horses scampered through the rain;
But, hearing soon upon the blast

The cry, I bade him halt again.

Forthwith alighting on the ground,

"Whence comes," said I, "this piteous moan ?"

And there a little Girl I found,

Sitting behind the chaise, alone.

"My cloak !" no other word she spake, But loud and bitterly she wept,

As if her innocent heart would break;

And down from off her seat she leapt.

"What ails you, child?" She sobbed, "Look here!" I saw it in the wheel entangled,

A weather-beaten rag as e'er

From any garden scarecrow dangled.

There, twisted between nave and spoke,
It hung, nor could at once be freed;
But our joint pains unloosed the cloak,
A miserable rag indeed!

"And whither are you going, child,
To-night, along these lonesome ways?"
"To Durham," answered she, half wild.
"Then come with me into the chaise.'

Insensible to all relief

Sat the poor girl, and forth did send

Sob after sob, as if her grief
Could never, never have an end.

"My child, in Durham do you dwell?"
She checked herself in her distress,
And said, "My name is Alice Fell;
I'm fatherless and motherless.

"And I to Durham, Sir, belong."
Again, as if the thought would choke
Her very heart, her grief grew strong;
And all was for her tattered cloak !

The chaise drove on; our journey's end
Was nigh; and, sitting by my side,
As if she had lost her enly friend
She wept, nor would be pacified.

Up to the tavern door we post;
Of Alice and her grief I told;
And I gave money to the host,
To buy a new cloak for the old.

"And let it be of duffel gray,

As warm a cloak as man can sell !"
Proud creature was she the next day,
The little orphan, Alice Fell!