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 WITH EXPLANATORY NOTES FOR THE YOUNG, 
 
 BY A LADY. 
 
 LONDON : 
 
 WHITTAKER AND CO., AVE MARIA LANE. 
 KENBAL : J. HUDSON. 
 
 1864.
 
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 PREFACE. 
 
 -4^8^- 
 
 Friends and lovers of our country ! to you I appeal . You, who 
 sympathise with the great movement now making to rescue 
 the children of our humble classes from the thraldom of Ignor- 
 ance. 
 
 To you Wisdom calls from the housetops, to appreciate even 
 " the Widow's Mite" in her cause, prompted as it is by a heart 
 overflowing with zeal — zeal, which converts "a reed shaken 
 by the wind to " a pillar of iron " and "a wall of brass" : in 
 other words, inspires me Avith courage to appear before the 
 j)ublic (though anonymously.) This is my excuse, and will, 
 I hope, procure me indulgent criticism. 
 
 I am engaged in a work, the profits of whicli are intended 
 for charitable and educational j)urposcs. It is hoped, the 
 annexed little composition will assist in defraying the expenses 
 of the proposed publication. JNIy object in casting this liflK* 
 
 922033
 
 iv. PREFACE. 
 
 grain to the winds of public opinion, will, I trust, obtain for it 
 a kindly soil, wherein to fructify. " The grain of mustard seed 
 is, indeed, the least of all seeds, but when it is grown up, is 
 greater than all shrubs, and becometh a tree so large that 
 the birds of the air come and dwell in the branches thereof." 
 
 That my little grain may thus grow, fostered by benevolence, 
 becoming a tree, wherein the mind may expand, and, like the 
 bird, find wings to soar to a higher existence, is the humble 
 hope and prayer of 
 
 THE AUTHORESS. 
 
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 EsTinvAiTE Water is in a beautiful vale, west of Wiudermere Lake, 
 with which it communicates by a narrow stream, being about two miles 
 distant therefrom. The mountains of Langdale, Grasmere, Rydal, and 
 Conistou Old Man, are conspicuous ornaments. The Lake is about five 
 miles round, the greatest breadth scarcely exceeding half a mile. Its 
 irregular line of shore, cloathed with luxuriant wood and grass, adds greatly 
 to its beauty. The town of Hawkshead is most picturesquely situated near 
 the head of the Lake ; its antique Church and houses being very inter- 
 esting, and the country, in all directions, superbly beautiful, with good roads. 
 Near it is Hawkshead Hall, formerly held for the Abbot of Furness, by 
 Monks, who did duty in the neighbourhood, and a room is shown where 
 justice was administered in his name. The Market was granted by James 
 the First to Adam Sands, Esquire, of Gray thwaite. The Grammar School 
 (once very celebrated) was founded and endowed by Archbishop Sands in 
 the I'eigu of Elizabeth. Wordsworth and other eminent men received there 
 their early education. There is a well-conducted Inn with Post-horses. 
 Southward, is the villageofSawrey, where, at Sawrey Cottage, resides the 
 faithful delineatorof Nature, LindseyAspland, Esquire, whose collection of 
 pictures at Bowness, will repay a visit from the tourist. The other principal 
 houses, commanding views of the lake, are Laice Field, the residence of 
 J. Ogden, Esquii-e ; Esthwaite Lodge ; Belmont, the occasional residence 
 of Dk. Whittaker, Vicar of Blackburn ; and Lake Bank, that of 
 T. WiLCOCii, Esquire. The houses (even humble cottages,) are remarkable 
 for picturesque, and, in some instances, architectural beauty, suiting the soft 
 Italian character of the scenery. The Floating Island is in a confined portion 
 of the Lake. It has been rarely seen to move, but ils position is occa- 
 sionally found altered.
 
 ESTHWAITE WATEE. 
 
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 Let others sing the Eagle's clift's, 
 
 The broad bold Lakes, and busy skiffs, 
 
 Where Rumour, with her thousand tongues, 
 
 Invites the Cits* to air their lungs ; 
 
 And mount, in groups, to view " The Station," 5 
 
 With little true appreciation 
 
 Of Nature's favours, scattered round. 
 
 In lavish kindness, on the ground ; 
 
 Or count the steamers from the shore, 
 
 Or teach the rustics city lore, 10 
 
 Or try to angle with the fly ; 
 
 Though " 'tis less trouble far to buy." 
 
 For me ! I love in shades to dwell, 
 With Dryads, near the hermit's cell; 
 And find my mental power expand 15 
 
 With works of the Almighty hand ; 
 And feel my heart, now melt, now burn, 
 Enraptured, o'er the poets urn. 
 No wordly voice to check the tide 
 Of holy thought, to most denied ; 20 
 
 * This is intended to apply only to those cheap trip Excursionistf, who go with the 
 crowd, for a holiday, rather than to view, and be delighted with, the Lake Scenery. 
 
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 ESTHWAITE WATER. 
 
 At least in plentitude of power, 21 
 
 Compared as weed beside a flow^er. 
 
 Beauty I seek, but let it be 
 Sacred to Solitude and me ; 
 
 Nature's warm blushes on her face, 25 
 
 And unrestrain'd poetic grace ; 
 The rose, (that lovely queen of flowers), 
 Breathing her perfume on our bowers. 
 Never so sweetly claims her pow'r, 30 
 
 As early in the morning hour, 
 When only Nature's sons are seen, 
 . Brushing the dewdrops from the green ; 
 And these, as poet's tears, she sheds 
 To rouse her flowers from their beds, 
 That, robed in gorgeous dyes appear, 35 
 
 Richer than Solomon could wear. 
 
 Therefore, sweet Esthwaite ! thee I sing, 
 And tribute to thy fair feet bring ! 
 Considered, as the widow's mite. 
 
 It may find favor in thy sight ! 40 
 
 Nor fear I, that my humble lay 
 Crowds should allure, to choak thy way, 
 Or trespass on thy Solitude, 
 Romantic nurse of every good ! 
 
 Sweet Lake ! unruffled by a wave, 45 
 
 When early hopes had found a grave, 
 How oft my wounded heart to thee 
 Exposed its griefs for sympathy ! 
 How oft thou hast received my tears. 
 Allayed my pains, repressed my fears, 50 
 
 Solaced my soul with rays of heaven. 
 Whose image to thy breast was given ! 
 Taught me to hearken to the tale 
 Of each sweet bird that plumes thy Vale, 
 And cherish, in my heart, the sound ^ 55 
 
 Of Nature's light foot heard around ; /*^ •
 
 ESTHWAITE WATKR. » 
 
 Shew'd me, the tearful swollen eye 
 
 To soothe, with simples thou hast nigh, 
 
 And gather visions of bright hope, 
 
 Which comfort, (though she should elope.) GO 
 
 On thy peninsulated bank, 
 Once streams of happiness I drank, 
 And sated oft the Muse's thirst, 
 Ere yet Life's storm upon me burst. 
 
 That bore me, struggling in the flood, 65 
 
 Dashed against rocks, and bathed in blood, 
 Exhausted, on the land I fell, 
 Nor soon arose my grief to tell. 
 
 As when dark storm rends clouds in twain, 
 The mariner, upon the main, 70 
 
 Sees lio-htniny-s fflare, cleaving the skies, 
 Whose thundering voice all hope denies ; 
 Views Death, enthroned, on black'ning clouds. 
 While Horror, Nature's face enshrouds : 
 Anon, red gleams of doubtful light 75 
 
 Illume the brow of boding Night, 
 Winged monsters, hovering, display, 
 Voraciously awaiting prey : 
 Howling, th' imprecatory blast 
 
 Proclaims each heave shall be the last 80 
 
 The ship shall wear : from mountain wave, 
 Headlong, she meets a yawning grave, 
 Emerges, but to dash the rock. 
 Crashing and splitting in the shock. 
 
 The surges that him overwhelm, 85 
 
 One, alone, summons strength to stem ; 
 Calling on God, he strains to breast 
 The billows, with his labouring chest ; 
 Sees friends engulphed, to rise no more, 
 But (desperate) gains the craggy shore, 90 
 
 Cries hoarsely, when he feels the ground, 
 
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 KSTHWAITE WATER. 
 
 (The bellowing waves return the sound) 
 
 Tries, from the raging- sea to leap, 
 
 Eyes, with dismay, the bristling steep, 
 
 Panting, exhausted, scarce can keep 95 
 
 The rugged, narrow, dangerous way. 
 
 Pauses to weep ! perchance, to pray ! 
 
 The ascent climbed, he mourns the fate 
 
 Of those with whom he sailed so late ; 
 
 And his own lot, of all bereft, 100 
 
 Bruised, shivering, a stranger left ! 
 
 The storm abates, th' appalling sounds, 
 Threatening to tear Earth from her bounds, 
 Spent with wild fury, stagger, fall, 
 
 Cleft clouds, avenging showers call, 105 
 
 That, on the bleached rock, spluttering beat, 
 Seeking the seaman's chill retreat : 
 More genial rain to this succeeds, 
 Neptune unyokes his harrassed steeds 
 Of Dolphin form, whose varying hues 1 10 
 
 Speak the changed course their lord pursues. 
 
 The Sun thick vapours now dispels, 
 Brightens the sea-weed and the shells, 
 Tinges with gold the yellow sands, 
 
 Bids Flora use her rosy hands 1 15 
 
 Flowers to raise, whose renewed breath, 
 Fresh fragrant thanks exhales till death. 
 
 The wrecked one, tottering, leaves his grot 
 To seek a more propitious spot ; 
 
 Languidly raises humid eyes, 120 
 
 Brushes the wet lids, onwards hies 
 To where the wreck, groaning, he sees ; 
 No human voice hears on the breeze. 
 But flocks of sea-gulls wildly scream ; 
 And ah I how shudders his weak frame! 125 
 
 Within clefts of the beetling crag 
 Rapacious vultures victims drag !
 
 KSTHWAITE WATKR. 
 
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 Clapping their wings, which the foul feast 
 
 Soon transforms into limbs of beast ! 
 
 O sight that sternest Nature shocks ! 130 
 
 Mangled remains, ensanguined rocks ! 
 
 His rugged brow, again, is bent ; 
 
 Again, his voice in anguish spent ; 
 
 Again, his fainting form reclines, 
 
 Closed are his eyes, (though soleil shines.) 135 
 
 But, Nature, preservation speaks, 
 
 And wipes his brow, and dries his cheeks, 
 
 Afar, he lifts uncertain eyes ; 
 
 With comfort, a fair mead descries, 
 
 Promising shelter and repose, 140 
 
 With Pity's balm his wounds to close, 
 
 Hearts, that can feel a brother's woe; 
 
 Hands, that can ready help bestow. 
 
 E'n so, I gaze on thee, Esthwaite ! 
 Death drops his scythe, and Graces wait ! 145 
 
 Thy breath uplifts the humid lid 
 That, Nature's charms, droopingly, hid, 
 Plays lightly on the fevered brow, 
 With anodyne tempers its glow : 
 
 Sweet sylvan scenes enchant my soul, 150 
 
 Charming it into self control. 
 
 Sicilian softness, like a vest 
 Of classic beauty, veils thy breast ; 
 Sicilian Muses* thee should sing. 
 The Mantuan BARDf thy tribute bring! 155 
 
 ♦ Virgil termed those Muses "Sicilian," that, ho supposed, had inspired the Pastoral 
 Poet, Theocritus, of Syracuse, who flourished B.C. 282. — His Idyls and Epigrams still 
 remain, and n e have a translation by Pohvhcle. 
 
 t Publius Virgilius Slaro Virgil, who disputes the crov^^l of Poesy with the Greek 
 poet Homer, more fortunate than he, obtained a patron, in the Emperor Agustus, to whom 
 he was introduced by MiEcenas, (that great patron of learning and the Fine Arts). Virgil 
 was born B.C. 70, at Andes, near Mantua, hence is often called the Mantuan Bard. IIo 
 died at Brandusium, at the age of 50, and is buried near the road from Naples to Futeoll. 
 His .S^neid places him at the head of Latin poets, and lias, with liis other works, been 
 translated into English, by Dvyden, Pitt, and Warton.
 
 ' ^ ESTUWAITE AVATER. 
 
 Soft breezes sigh around thy charms; 
 
 Swift gales bear balsams in their arms, 
 
 Sylvius clothes the verdant scene 
 
 With beech, and fir, and evergreen ; 
 
 The last, like Truth's unvarying hues; 160 
 
 The first, as Fancy's stores profuse ; 
 
 Leaves, thrown like spangles on the air, 
 
 From teeming lap of Sorceress fair ! 
 
 All breathes a home like sweetness round, 
 
 That whispers joy, and peace profound. 165 
 
 Thou hast no clouds of steaming smoke, 
 
 The dusky sons of tow^ns to cloak. 
 
 Or stifle, in her birth, the muse. 
 
 Who heaven's breath is wont to use ; 
 
 Or turn the inharmonious wheel 170 
 
 So quickly, nought is left to feel, 
 
 Destroying, in its course, the reeds, 
 'i'hat, for his lyre, the shepherd needs ; 
 And scaring e'en the fish away. 
 
 To depths far from the foaming spray ; 175 
 
 Rude trespassers on Nature's bounds, 
 Loading the air with city sounds, 
 Crushing the lily's broad green leaf. 
 She, drooping, dies for very grief; 
 Nor forms another Duiope,* 180 
 
 Who lives a block, would die a tree. 
 
 Thou hast no steam, but O ! thou hast 
 Aurora's fragrant breath, and chaste. 
 Calling the myriads of the grove, 
 
 To all the joys of life and love, 185 
 
 l^reathing the rosy hues of health, 
 Alike, on Poverty and Wealth 
 Quivering round tiie glistening dew, 
 ('I'hat night, on foliage, loves to strew,") 
 
 • III Ovi<l'» Metaniurphobct), Driope is deHcribcd jiluc-king a Lotus flower to amuse her 
 infant : «liercupoii Bacchus, to whoin the flower wa5 consecrated, clianKcd her into a tree.
 
 ESTHWAITK WATER. 
 
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 Raising' ambrosial liands, to fling 
 
 Rich perfumes, that her flowers bring-, 
 
 Brushing the warbler's humid wings, 
 
 Aroused, the lark to heaven springs, 
 
 In ether floats, and praises sings. 
 
 Poised on thy clear translucent breast, 195 
 
 Full many a bark delights to rest, 
 
 With swelling sail, and splashing oar, 
 
 Conning thy beauties o'er and o'er ; 
 
 Or, the unwary fish to scare, 
 
 Or welcome health, or banish care. 200 
 
 And oft, when evening shadows stole 
 
 Upon thy flood, and on my soul, 
 
 A sweet voice, from some lingering boat, 
 
 Hath roused my spirit with its note, — 
 
 Hath roused, and comforted my heart, 205 
 
 Telling of happiness apart. 
 
 Ah ! little wist that one, her voice 
 
 Had made a lonely heart rejoice ; 
 
 A head recline upon its pillow, 
 
 Lulled, like the sailor's, on Life's billow, 210 
 
 And peaceful wake, still to review, 
 
 Esthwaite ! thy charms for ever new. 
 
 Thy smiling plains of plenty speak ! 
 Thy towering mountains heaven seek ! 
 Nor come familiarly near, 215 
 
 To baffle air — inspire fear — 
 But, nodding, o'er the verdant hills. 
 Refresh the soil with copious rills ! 
 The yellow harvest sweeps the ground, 
 Pomona pours her riches round ; 220 
 
 The fleecy flocks luxuriate, 
 Dispersed in glades, where shepherds wait. 
 O shepherds ! with your flocks rejoice, 
 To heaven raise one grateful voice !
 
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 ESTHWAITE WATER. 
 
 The Pipe of Pan* thine shall exceed, 
 Intoned by an immortal creed ! 
 Hearl through the vale God's praises ringing; 
 See I for thy crown fresh laurels springing. 
 
 Ascending undulating hills, 
 I kiss the lip of newborn rills, 230 
 
 The " Old Man,"t (venerable sire), 
 Oft hides in clouds his passing ire, 
 Which over, soon uncaps his brow. 
 His furrowed front, in smiles, to shew, 
 Or head arrayed in hoary snow, 235 
 
 Or bright'ning in the sun's warm glow. 
 Who, journeying to meet the west. 
 In gorgeous colours paints his crest ; 
 Sinking within her jewelled arms. 
 
 Resplendent with unearthy charms : 240 
 
 And all these charms impression make 
 On the still bosom of thy lake, 
 Reflected, shine, by glory crowned, 
 Odorous incense burnino^ round. 
 
 Ear+ hath not heard, though eye hath seen 245 
 
 Thy speaking beauties, smiling Queen ! 
 For where the tongue, or where the pen, 
 Or where the Muses, (were they ten)§ 
 That could, though in Parnassian lay, 
 Thy heaven-born lineaments display ? 250 
 
 O 1 view the Rainbow's radiant light ; 
 
 * Pan the God of Shepherds While in pursuit of Serynx she was metamorphosed into 
 a reed, which Pan cut and r'l^y^d upon to liis flocks, jtroclucing most delightful music. Pan is 
 a Greek word pignifjing "all." The heathens, under this name, adored all Nature. W» 
 mount "from Nature up to Nature's God" 
 
 f Coniston "Old Man," is a principal ornament of Esthwaite Water. 
 
 J Eye hath not seen, nor car hcird, neither hath it entered into the heart of man to 
 ronceive what things God hath prepared for thcni that love him — I. Cor. ij. 9. 
 
 S Sappho in sometimes called the tenth muse; she lived GOO years U.C. yet fragments of 
 her poetry remain. Sappho excelled in lyric verse for which the island of Lesbos (her 
 native country) wa« very celebrated, Tirpandor, one of it« lyric poets flourished 500 year* 
 B.C.
 
 ESTHWAITE \VATER. 
 
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 Upon its arch, in colours bright, 
 
 Iris* descends, to promise peace, 
 
 And bid world's stormy vapours cease ! 
 
 In thy fair lake, ravished, I see 255 
 
 This messenger from God, to me ! 
 
 Her swift foot gains upon my heart ; 
 
 Despair, and Passion from me part ! 
 
 Heard ye the stock-dovet in the wood, 
 Cooinff her sweet solicitude, 260 
 
 For her young callow helpless brood, 
 That, under the maternal wing, 
 Find softness, warmth, and comfort spring ? 
 E'en thus, sweet Esthwaite shelter gives ! 
 Nestled with her, the weakly lives — 265 
 
 Feels genial influences gain 
 On cold neglect, and pining pain, — 
 Sees Peace convey the olive leaf, 
 Like Noah's dove, to give relief 
 
 To him who on Life's troubled wave, 270 
 
 To God alone can look to save. 
 His guardian angel kind watch keeps, 
 Under her downy wing he sleeps ; 
 The holy thought, the holy sound, 
 Waking or sleeping, him surround. 275 
 
 Now, might I, in a simple Ode, 
 Unfold the symbol of our God, 
 Touched, with a burning coal, my lip 
 
 * Iris, in mj-tbology, the messenger of the Gods, is figured, conveying their messages 
 on the Rainbow, or rather forming one in her flight. L' Abbe Lambert sajs " Les Peruviens 
 etoient si charnies de la beaute de I'arc-en-ciel, qu'ils Tadoroient; et les Caraibes in- 
 sulaires la nomment assez plaisamment "Le Pennache de Dieu." 
 
 t The ancient kings of Egj'pt had a line of towers, called, in the Arabic, "berid," or post; 
 at distances of twenty-four mUes, between Cairo and Diabekr. Watches were placed day 
 and night on them, to receive, and send forth the carrier pigeons or doves. The dispatch 
 was contained in a gold paper-like box, one inch in breadth, and one inch and a half in 
 length. It was tied round the neck of the bird, and a duplicate sent for security. The 
 speed of these doves was extraordinary, exceeding that of the swallow, which flies more 
 than a mile a minute. History informs us, that when the Christian ai-mies were besieging 
 Acre, one of these doves was killed, bearing a despatch to the town, assuring it of relief 
 on a certain day. The Christians prepared accordingly, and gained a complete victory.
 
 16 ESTHWAITF, WATER. 
 
 Would drop frail flesh — Paradise sip ! 
 
 Visions of light, sense would control, 280 
 
 Shinintj as stars in circuit roll — 
 
 As stars, illume my ravished soul, 
 
 My Spirit would dissolve in love ! 
 
 Seraphic music float above ! 285 
 
 Beneath, the emblematic Dove ! 
 
 But humbler themes my muse convenes, 
 
 Not heavenly, but earthly scenes, 
 
 Scenes shadowing celestial bliss, 
 
 The strait, yet charming, road to this. 290 
 
 O ! what can all the world bestow- 
 Instead, but grinding care and woe I 
 A mind, too coarse for Nature's charms, 
 Or pining else to w'in her arms ! 
 
 Return we to the stout " Old Man, " 295 
 
 Not solus, with Typhseon* span, 
 Guarding our valley or his own; 
 The Langdale Pikes, northwest, are thrown, 
 And when, t' wards Ambleside, we gaze, 
 Mountains on mountains she displays ; 300 
 
 Like Nature's giants, ranged around, 
 To guard her consecrated ground ; 
 But, in the distance, ever seen. 
 Relieve, not break, the softer scene, 
 
 Where, tasteful villas lead the mind 305 
 
 To bliss, domestic and refined ; 
 And, many a garden sweetly blooms, 
 Filling the air with rich perfumes ; 
 Nature's voluptuous demesne, 
 Where rare artistic skill is seen. 310 
 
 So, Education's training care 
 The mind improves, by nature fair, 
 
 * Typha«on, or Typhon, is the fabled giant that made war upon Jupiter's Olympus, by 
 casting the Thessalian mountains Ossa and Pelion upon it. Jupiter hurled them down 
 with his thunderbolts and cruslied Typhon under Mount Etna in Sicily, where he still 
 vomits flaroes.
 
 EbTHM'AlTE WATiiU. 
 
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 Banishes weeds, fruit cultivates, 
 
 Virtue excites, vdce dissipates ! 
 
 Ah me! that the exuberant mind, 315 
 
 The last best gift to human kind. 
 
 Should e'er bely high destination, 
 
 Weedlike, for want of cultivation 
 
 The golden-eyed "Forget me not,'' 
 In heaven's own blue, adorns the grot ; 320 
 
 Convolvulus, starry jasmine, 
 And single-petalled eglantine, 
 As a fair maid, whose virtuous breath. 
 Regales alike the hall and heath. 
 
 The crimson centifolia rose, 325 
 
 Wreathed for the Muses' handmaids, grows ; 
 Bright double-yellow roses bloom. 
 Whom city steams to grim death doom ; 
 Damascus rose,* distilled to heal 
 
 The cut of keen Damascus steel ; 330 
 
 Auspicious Lancaster and York, 
 Red and white blooming on one stork ; 
 Long may the lovers be united — 
 Never the flowery bondage blighted! 
 
 O rose ! thy charms the poets sung ; 335 
 
 Fondly upon thy beauties hung. 
 As sweet Cecilia, on the lyre. 
 With heavenward eyes, and heart on fire ! 
 But what shall poets sing of thee,t 
 Who, crowning Peace, set Britain free — 340 
 
 * Damascus or damask rose : we sometimes say (.lamasked steel. 
 
 t What shall poets sing of thee ? (The York and Lancaster rose) adopted by Henry the 
 Seventh and his Queen Elizabeth of York, to typify the union, by their marriage, of the 
 rival houses of York and Lancaster ; the former bearing the white, the latter the red, rose, 
 These civil wars desolated England during nearly a century, causing the assassination of 
 Henry the Sixth and his son Edward, Prince of Wales; of Edward the Fifth and his brother 
 the Duke of York, in the Tower, by their uncle, afterwards Richard the Third, who, in his 
 turn, fell at the battle of Bosworth Field. In thirteen pitched battles the nobles were 
 nearly exterminated ; the loss of private life was in proportion. The lands lay uncultivated ; 
 law, order, science, and prosperity were lost in devastation. These were happily restored, 
 with peace, by the aforesaid union, from which our beloved Queen descends through the 
 female line.
 
 18 
 
 KSTinVAITF- WATKR 
 
 Cluuinino- the Serpent enemy ? 
 
 Had Eve with thee her o-arhmds bound, 
 
 Death had not dared to scourg-e the ground ! 
 
 Rose ! thou hadst bloomed without a thorn ; 
 
 Nor man, from Eden's groves, been exiled and forlorn ! 
 
 Gay tulips bow, in all the hues 
 Warm, glowing fancy could infuse ; 
 Courtiers these are of flower beds, 
 Richly attired, with bending heads ; 
 
 Worshiping- the reigning rose, 350 
 
 Where she her sweetness round her throws. 
 
 Yellow, w^hite, red moss roses twine, 
 Where clustering grapes enrich the vine ; 
 Peruvian heliotrope, 
 
 (Once clytea,)* through glass we see; ^o.^J 
 
 And odoriferous mignonette. 
 Of the boudoir the cherished pet ; 
 Camilla, light as \'irgirs maid. 
 When o'er the waving corn she strayed ; 
 Fleur-de-veuve, or vedovina,t 300 
 
 Bethlehem star,t and fraxinella. 
 Whose starry flowers, bedropp'd with gold, 
 Rubies and emeralds enfold. 
 O lovely gems I how bright ye shine ! 
 lirilliantly fresh from Nature's mine ! 305 
 
 See, scarlet amaranthine flow'rs. 
 Shining, in death, like Virtue's hours, 
 Th' empurpled symbol passion flower ; 
 
 • Clvtea, niourniiig flie lost affections of ApoUo, was, by him, chaftged into a flower, caUed 
 Heliotrope, also Tourn.«)l, from its beautiful Ulac flowers turninj,' to the sun. It is very 
 fragrant, and, in the |.'re^..house, bloom:, nearly the whole year. Its perfume is said to be 
 
 very exhilarating. 
 
 t Widow-* flower, or little widow, (Scabiosa atro purpurea) several florets grow in one 
 rei-ejitarle, of a ri<-h hue, with white stigmas, and anthers. The odour is sweet but faint. 
 J " Pale, as a pensive cloistered nui). 
 The Bethlehem star her face unveils, 
 Wlien o'er the mountain peers the sun, 
 Hut shades it from the vesper piles." — S.mitu.
 
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 And tliose tliat mark* each passiii<!,liour. 
 
 Sweet honeysuck' above tliem peers, 370 
 
 And clasping woodbine beauty bears. 
 
 Modestly, in the shaded alley, 
 Blooms the fair lily of the valley ; 
 Delicious violets lowly lie, 
 
 Like modest worth, that fears to fly : 375 
 
 The "Golden RoD"t (of rods the king,) 
 Healing the wounds other rods bring. 
 Oh ! surely thou art Moses' rod, 
 Commissioned by the touch of God. 
 Or, art thou it that Proserpine+ '^^0 
 
 Could ne'er forget, though Pluto's queen ? 
 Though, ravish'd from her blooming flowers, 
 In shades below she ruled dark hours ; 
 Supreme in gloom ! fated to share 
 
 A fiery sceptre's horrid glare ; 385 
 
 And, moulded by infernal sway, 
 Lose the blest memory of day, 
 With all its sweets — save only this, 
 (Not to be chased by gloomy Dis, 
 
 Or scorch'd away by branding kiss). 300 
 
 Remembrance of that Golden Rod 
 Her fair hand sought in vain, seized by the fiery god. 
 
 Art thou this rod .Eneas§ sough.t 
 With anxious care, by Sibyl taught ? 
 
 * Linncpus, and other botanists, have constructed a floral dial, shewing the hour, and 
 even tlie minwte, by successively opening flowers. In our changeful dime, strict accuracy 
 is not to be expected, 
 
 t The Golden Rod (Solidago Virgaurea) was formerly imported at two and sixpence per 
 o»mce for its heahng ^■irtues ; but s^ince its discovery in our woods, its reputation as a \'ulne- 
 rary has passed : so true is the proverb, " A prophet is no prophet in his own country." 
 
 Ij: Proserpine was the daughter of Jupiter and Ceres. While gathering flowers on the 
 Sicilian plains, Pluto, God of the infernal regions, carried her away to make her his qneen. 
 
 § .^neas, son of Venus and Anchises, fled fi-om the flames of Troy, bearing his father 
 on his shoulders, and leading his son Ascanius by the hand. After suffering many re- 
 verses, and braving great dangers, he arrived in ItJily, where the Sibyl instructed him to 
 seek a certain golden rod or branch, whereby he might jiropitiate Proserpine, and thus 
 explore unharmed her kingdom. The river Styx was said to encircle it nine times. The 
 dog Cerberus is desoiUnrl n>. having three hea'U iiiul tliiii:itv. nnd sratioiifd :ir the piti- of 
 Pluto'.s palace.
 
 20 
 
 KSTinVAITE WATEK. 
 
 His safeguard o'er Styx's mourning wave, 
 
 To phantom shades beyond the grave ; 
 
 Inhere of fair Proserpine to crave, 
 
 That she, by its dear memory, 
 
 AVould give the hero passport free, 
 
 Dauntless, to brave satanic power; 400 
 
 View, undismayed, pale spectres lower ; 
 
 The serpent's fang, the aspect fell 
 
 Of Cerberus, with his threefold yell ; 
 
 And, through the atmospheric flame, 
 
 Return unscath'd to earth, winning immortal fame? 405 
 
 With him let me to earth ascend. 
 Delighted, over flowers to bend ; 
 Ambrosia drink from balmy air ; 
 With budding roses deck my hair ; 
 
 The playful lambkin wins a wreath, 410 
 
 And all is peace in Nature's breath. 
 No harsher sound to intervene 
 'i'han Music floating o'er the scene ; 
 A chorus from the hanging grove, 
 
 Attuning liberty and love ; 415 
 
 A murmur from the rippling brook. 
 In whose clear tide sweet flowers look. 
 Languishing look ! and long to be 
 Yet nearer that fair stream they see ; 
 Nearer, where, mingling with the Lake, 420 
 
 It leaps, the fairy form to take, 
 Losing its own, for her dear sake. 
 In whose eye loves and graces wake ; 
 That deep, dark, blue, reflecting eye. 
 Drawing expression from the sky — 425 
 
 Sparkling on the laughing mead, 
 That shrubs and flowers with blossom feed : 
 The hawthorn, shedding fragrant snows, 
 \'eiling the daisy's calm repose. 
 
 The daisy (day's eye) shuts her eyes, 4;jO 
 
 When sinking Phabus westward hies ;
 
 KaTHWAlTK \VATi;i; 
 
 21 
 
 And, blushing, springs to liis embrace, 
 
 Soon as his warm rays kiss her face ; 
 
 Charming verbena sweetly roves ; 
 
 Primroses carpeting the groves ; 435 
 
 Heart's-ease, that e'en the Stoic loves. 
 
 Whispering the auricula,* 
 
 Unheard by climbing coboea ; 
 
 Geraniums, magnolia, 
 
 Carnations, pinks, hepatica ; 440 
 
 Rosemary, with her healing balms ; 
 
 A thousand flowers — ten thousands charms ! 
 
 But stay ! Discretion is entombed 
 Tn beds of flowers, that too fair bloomed ! 
 Young Love, and Flora piled the grave, 445 
 
 O ! may I yet indulgence crave : 
 Hardly the muse can raise a foot, 
 To quit the enchanting perfumed spot, 
 Though late her wings she dressed to fly 
 To mountains peering into sky ! 450 
 
 O honey bee ! here mayst thou roam ! 
 Somniferously mayst thou hum ! 
 Or seek the golden-clustered broom If 
 Whose bud, with foliage darkly green. 
 Might form the crown of Flora's queen ! 455 
 
 Here mayst thou rich ambrosia sip , 
 Luscious, luxurious, on the lip ! 
 Or suck the heather on the hill. 
 Or aromatic herbs distil, 
 
 Or view the shepherd's weather glass, 400 
 
 Sweet periwinkle, on the grass. 
 Called, also, scarlet pimpernel. 
 Who coming weather can foretell ; 
 For, when she opes her brilliant eyes, 
 Apollo woos and Zephyr sighs ! 465 
 
 * CiUled also hy the iiiipoctical name of " Bear's Ear." 
 
 t Linnaeus is said to have dropiiod on his kncos in ecstacy when lie lii^l ^a\v liie 1.>roon\.
 
 22 lisTinvAiTi'; watkk 
 
 rAET 11. 
 
 Now Sol, resplendent in his pow'r, 
 
 Auriferously marks the hour ; 
 
 True to the dial, the waiting flower 
 
 Offers her cup of rainbow hues. 
 
 Surcharged with heaven's honeyed dews. 470 
 
 So Hebe, to celestial lip, 
 
 (With Iris glowing on the tip) 
 
 The chaliced nectar bears, that gods delight to sip. 
 
 Thro' opening tree, or parted bough. 
 
 New suns meridian lustre throw ; 47.3 
 
 J.ike pages, at their lord's behest, 
 
 Beariiiof his arms — wearinof his crest ! 
 
 Dropping upon the lady's bower. 
 
 As Cupids in a golden shower ! 
 
 Now, Midas,* true to Sol's command, 480 
 
 l^ends o'er the lake, with sparkling hand. 
 Whose streams, transfused with liquid gold. 
 Amazed, their shining waves unfold. 
 While, ever and anon, their light 
 'J'oo dazzling is for mortal sight. 485 
 
 The student seeks th' impervious shade, 
 'J'he shepherd strays in sheltering glade, 
 The maidens ponder in their bowers, 
 O'erhung with sweets, and bright-eyed flowers. 
 
 • MidaK, king of Phry^a. Bacfhus, to acknowleclge his hospitality, Rrnntert tlic ill- 
 ''onRiderpd rpqupit, that all hf toiifhf 'I fhoiilfl ho transformfd into jrolil, Midas perceiviii); 
 that pven his food wju; thus rhanged, petitioned Hafchtis tti withdraw the boon, whicli lie- 
 did, upon Midas bathinjr in the raclolns, the sand of this riier rririaitiinf nf gold.
 
 KSTinVAlTl') WATKK. '^^^ 
 
 'JMie Luke, its brilliant state deplores, 
 Murmurs not for Pactolus' shores. 
 Sighs for a kindly, veiling- cloud, 
 That may the sun's effulgence shroud. 
 
 So the true-hearted heroine, 49o 
 
 Forced, in bright splendour's gaze, to shine. 
 Retires in thought, to that calm sha<le 
 Where first her orisons were made ', 
 Brilliant in glowing light, she finds 
 That want of unobtrusive minds, 
 
 The power to summon holy thought, 500 
 
 In silent contemplation sought. 
 
 Soon Leo,* fiercely, views the scene 
 With eyes of fire, and flaming mien. 
 Lashes his sides with ruddy tail, 
 
 And glares in lightnings on the vale ; 505 
 
 His mane erect, casts sparks of fire. 
 Burning his breath with vented ire; 
 The thunders of his dreadful roar, 
 Reverberate from shore to shore: 
 
 Sublimely terrible his voice, 510 
 
 Making earth shudder — hell rejoice ! 
 Echoing terrors, mountains rend, 
 Quick through the fold destruction send ; 
 Dismayed, the flocks their shepherd eye. 
 Dismayed, the shepherd wanders by, 515 
 
 Dreading the tree or sheltered cove, 
 Till rain, descending from above, 
 Quenches the ardours, heals the earth, 
 And gives to Nature second birth. 
 
 While thus the sun with fervour glows, 520 
 
 * Leo (the lion) one of the twelve signs, or constellations of the Zodiac. The sun enters 
 it on the twenty-tliird of July. It is so called from tlie famous Neni^an lion slain by 
 Uorcules, who clothed himself witli the skin. To connnemorate the event, the Greeks 
 instituted four public games — the Nemajan, Isthmian, Pythian, and Olympic. These 
 consisted of gyiimastic and equestrian contests, the victors being rewarded ^vitli wTeaths of 
 laurel, pine tree, parsley, and wilil olive — honour, not interest, being considered the proper 
 stimulant to great actions.
 
 ■J4 ESTHWAITE WATER 
 
 The cattle-group* in water lows ; 
 
 Always disposed for painter's eye, 
 
 They long remain (though land is nigh), 
 
 Partly to cool the heated hoof. 
 
 Partly to keep the flies aloof, 525 
 
 That riot, in the noonday sun ; 
 
 For oft, with it, their course is run. 
 
 Darting in swarms, on brilliant wings, 
 
 In man and beast they plant their stings ; 
 
 But fall before the rising breeze, 530 
 
 And leave the water for the trees. 
 
 The fish, in silver circles, rise 
 To catch the less aspiring flies. 
 With these the fishermen await 
 
 Their greedy prey, and trim the bait. 535 
 
 The mottled trout thy clear stream vaunts. 
 Though the voracious pike there haunts ; 
 The bold perch lifts his finny back, 
 Struggling, the loosening line to crack ; 
 The greenish, yellowish, eel is there, 540 
 
 The best ! (though silver eels are fair !) 
 But the black eel, like Satan stained, 
 Has malice in his skin engrained ! 
 Intent, the angler, in their chase, 
 
 Is roused by blushing Health's embrace ; 545 
 
 Who nerves his arm, kindles his eye, 
 Bids the slow circulation fly ! 
 
 Th' invigorated angler now, 
 For bolder sports, feels his heart glow ; 
 Man's sway asserts over Creation, 550 
 
 First, the meek hare resigns her station. 
 For th' inglorious kitchen spit ! 
 The game deplores " the lucky hit T 
 
 • The cattle, in hot weather, often form in picturesque groups, standing knee-deep in 
 the water, greatly heightening the pastoral beauty of the scene : when heard to low from 
 the opposite shore, the sound, mellowed in its passage, is very soothing.
 
 ESTIIWAITK MATKK. 
 
 25 
 
 To him UNLUCKY ! From his hole 
 
 The fox decamps ; his brush the bowl 055 
 
 Upheaves — rough trophy of the mirth 
 
 Uproarious on the huntsman's hearth ! 
 
 Yet this (though sentiment may mourn) 
 Will never make the Muse forlorn ; 
 
 For when she hears the startling horn 5(J0 
 
 Echo through hills, at early dawn, 
 Hilariously the maiden bounds, 
 Follows, like Orion,* the hounds, 
 Hark 1 holloa ! hears, and the shrill cry. 
 That tells the panting beast must die. 565 
 
 No scorpion f steals along the ground, 
 By Cynthea formed, to hiss and wound. 
 The Muse her exploits never vaunts, 
 But woos the goddess in her haunts. 
 Who softens mornincr's roseate hue 570 
 
 Upon her cheek, and pencil too. 
 
 And, now, Esthwaite ! again I see 
 Thy placid lake — Thee, only Thee ! 
 If fairy foot, or lightning eye 
 
 Attract my gaze, still thou art nigh ! 575 
 
 Still my rapt spirit to thee turns. 
 As patriot pilgrim for home burns. 
 Thy bold peninsulas appear 
 Like islands, in their crystal sphere, 
 
 Jut forward, with determined air, 580 
 
 To scan thy streams and meadows fair, 
 Yet multiplying beauties there. 
 
 As rural maid, with breathless haste. 
 Flies to behold new beauties traced ; 
 Her foot advances, with firm tread, 585 
 
 Bends to the scene her youthful head ; 
 
 * Orion, a brilliant constellation, the stars of which form a man, holding a sword. Dio- 
 dorous says, Orion was a famous hunter, of large stature. 
 
 t Scorpio, the scornion. A Zodi.ical sign, so called from the scorpion formed by Diana 
 a.e. Cynthea, to kill Orion, he having boasted of his power to destroy all beasts, and 
 challenged the goddess to equal him. 
 
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 26 
 
 ESTIIWAITE WATER. 
 
 Her eyes' bright orbs glance gaily round ; 
 
 The straw hat, fallen on the ground, 
 
 Leaves locks, coquetting with the breeze, 
 
 Gracing the graces that she sees. 590 
 
 Here Venus hides her turtle dove, 
 
 'Mid beechen boughs, sacred to Jove ; 
 
 Dark oaken shades breathe mystery ; 
 
 Pines tell of lofty destiny ; 
 
 Willows weep bliss, in pensive mood, 595 
 
 Bathing their tresses in thy flood ; 
 
 Then sprinkling brilliants on the grass. 
 
 While cawing rooks in myriads pass. 
 
 Others hold courts* among the trees, 
 
 The judges those — the lawyers these ! 600 
 
 Robed in sage black, which sable hue, 
 
 Suits witnesses and suitors too ; 
 
 \Vhose strength is in their clamorous tongues, 
 
 Making man mute to save his lungs. 
 
 The keen-eyed squirrel nimbly leaps (i05 
 
 From bough to bough, and balance keeps ; 
 Though his curvated tail on high. 
 Suggests a fear that fall is nigh. 
 Sol's burnished beams, dazzling the eyes. 
 Hid winking " Lady-birds"t arise, GlO 
 
 * These noisy assemblies are most remarkable in the Kero Isles, where they generally 
 l.Tst about an hour. Dr. Edmonstone says, " ' The court' sometimes sits two clays, and it 
 is not uncommon, on its rising, to find one rook or more left dead." These courts form a 
 very ludicrous caricature of our law courts, a few rooks sitting with drooping heads as 
 judges, some contending loudly as lawyers and witnesses, others remaining silent as 
 clients and spectators. 
 
 t " Lady-bird" (a reminiscence of childhood). I am not acquainted with the S(rientific 
 name of this beautiful little insect. It is one of the winged beetle tribe, in size and shape 
 resembling a slightly elongated and somewhat flattened pea. It is often seen in sunny 
 places, on low fragrant shrubs and flowers. When at rest, it appears encased in dead gold 
 variegated with scarlet spots. This case protects the wings when it burrows in the 
 ground to deposit its eggs, near the roots of vegetables, tliey being food for the grub 
 produced from the egg. In due course this becomes a chrysalis, showing the parts of the 
 future fly, which state is the last. While I write, the exhilirating song of childhood thrills 
 through my feelings — 
 
 " Lady-bird, lady-bird ! why will you roam ? 
 Your house is on fire, the children at home I" 
 
 The latter line was probably suggested by the circumstance of husbandmen burning the 
 ]»nd to destroy the grubs that ravage their field produce.
 
 EsTinvArn: water. 
 
 27 
 
 In j^lldocl armour cased, splendid with scarlet dyes. 
 
 Gracefully circling-, swallows fly 
 Round summer seats or nests hard hy ; 
 Leading- their young, with watchful care, 
 To cleave the circumambient air. 6 15 
 
 The vagrant cuckoo's mellow throat 
 Reiterates its merry note, 
 CaUing- aloud on mirth and joy, 
 To mix a cup, without alloy, 
 
 Of Nature's aromatic sweets, 620 
 
 With which her friends she smiling greets. 
 
 The swan, with arch'd neck, trims his sails 
 Of snowy white : description fails 
 To speak the grace with which he moves ; 
 Majestic bird ! that Leda loves, 625 
 
 Who, veiled in mist, is dimly seen ; 
 Laconia's*" unconscious Queen ! 
 
 Thus sensibility refined, 
 With delicacy veils the mind ; 
 
 Lovely so veiled, it is to those 630 
 
 Whose kindling eye discerns the rose ! 
 Unseen, unrecognised, by eyes 
 That flaunting wordly colours prize 
 And hidden modest worth despise ! 
 
 The lofty air, the well-turned jest 635 
 
 Or repartee, becomes them best ; 
 Far in the mind they cannot look. 
 Nor read small print in Nature's book. 
 Short-sighted mortals I many a rose. 
 To them, indeed, its leaves must close. t 640 
 
 But, hark ! I hear the dying song 
 
 * Leda was the ^vifi' of Tyiidarus, nioiiarth of Lacoiiia, in Pelojioiicssus, now the 
 Jlorea. It was watered by the Eurotus, where Leda is fabled to have been bathing when 
 Jupiter appeared as a swan. The Laconians were so remarkable for bre>ity of speech, 
 that " Laconic " has passed into a proverb. 
 
 •|' " Full many a gem of purest ray serene, 
 
 The dark unfathomcd caves of ocean bear ; 
 Full many a Hower is born to bhish unseen, 
 And waste its sweetness on the desert air." — Gray.
 
 28 KSTHWAITE WATKR. 
 
 Of Cya^iuis,* as she floats along, 
 
 Filling, harmoniously, the ear, 
 
 And heart that prompts the tribute tear. 
 
 Thus Adrian,! with silvery strain, 045 
 
 Conquered Death's agonizing pains ; 
 Blunted his scythe, Great Purcell so,t 
 And Mozart§ harmonies made flow ! 
 Arnejl high Allelujahs sung : 
 
 One hour saw his harp unstrung, (i50 
 
 That, like the Orphean^f lyre, awoke 
 Rapture, though from death's shades it spoke. 
 
 When kindly Evening lights her star, 
 The lonely owl is heard afar. 
 
 Breathing romance (though sweetness fail), 655 
 
 Screeching as if night weirds to hail. 
 
 * Cvj^nus, the s«;ui, is ;i coustellutioii, so called in honour of Jupiter's transformation. 
 The fable of the swan's melodious death-song may have arisen from her consecration to 
 Apollo and the Muses. It, has, however, been keenly controverted, and the throat of the 
 wild swan, resembling a musical instrument, was considered an argument in fiivour of her 
 son;,', for, said they, " Nature makes nothing in vain." The wild swan is said to attain the 
 age of one hundred years in Siberia, Russia, and south of the Caspian Sea, where it grows 
 to a large size, and is much valued as a delicacy for the table. Black swans are very rare 
 in Europe, but common in Australia. 
 
 t Publius CElius Adrian, succeeded Trajan in the Roman Empire, a.d. 117. He visited 
 Britain, and built a wall to defend it from the incursions of the Caledonians. The wall 
 was eighty miles long, extending from the mouth of the Tyne to the Solway Firth or Frith. 
 The Cliristians, in his reign, suffered severe persecution. The Latin verses, composed on 
 bis death bed, are greatly admired. They betray, however, the straggles of uncertainty, 
 in the heathen mind, otherwise enUghtened. Pope, imitating these verses in his " Dying 
 Christian to his Soul," liiis greatly improved upon tliem, his Christian feeling rising to the 
 ^ubject. 
 
 X Henry Purcell, born in 1650, died in 1696. He composed, on his deathbed, the ad- 
 mired song of " Rosy Bowers." His church music is in the very highest style, and his 
 operas celebrated. He sot Dryden's songs to music. 
 
 § Mozart. This famous musician was born in Saltzburgh, in Germany, in 1756. When a 
 child, he performed before the Emperor Jose])h the Second, who called him his " little 
 sorcerer." His " Requiem," composed at Vienuii, in 1791, a few tUiys before his death, is 
 esteemed one of the finest productions of his exalted genius. It was sung in the church at 
 h'w funeral. 
 
 I Thomas Augustine Arne, born in 1710, died in 1778. He sung an harmonious Halle- 
 lujah an hour before his death. His music ranks very high. He set Mullet's "Masque of 
 Alfred" to music, in which first appeared the song of " Rule Britannia." 
 
 T Orpheus, son of Apollo. He touched his lyre so well, says the fable, that rocks and 
 trees moved to it, rivers suspended their course to listen, and savage beasts flocked around, 
 melted by tlie sweet tones. His beloved wife Eurydice, liaving died from the bite of a 
 serpent, on the bridal day, he descended to the infernal shades to recover her, and melted 
 even Pluto by his music, who restored to him Eurydice, on condition of Orpheus not look- 
 inif ba<'k when lie left his kint'dom. His anxiety would not permit liini to remember the 
 obligation — he looked Vmck to see if she followed, and Pluto reclaimed her.
 
 ESTHWAITE WATER. 
 
 29 
 
 To cheer and soothe the wandcrinj^ wight, 
 
 The glow-worm shews her sparkling light, 
 
 And the cold absence well supplies, 
 
 Of glittering spangled butterflies, t'fJO 
 
 That painted flowers emulate. 
 
 Courting the sun in gorgeous state. 
 
 Tl)e glow-worm's light is friendship's power, 
 
 That, in adversity's dark hour, 
 
 Her jewel lends, to light our way, 665 
 
 Hidden in dazzling fortune's ray. 
 
 Now Evening length'ning shadows throws, 
 Like curtains, over earth's repose ; 
 These shadows, deepening in the lake. 
 The lines of frosted silver break ; 070 
 
 For the chaste crescent moon, with beams 
 Of purest light, transpierces streams. 
 And in the sympathetic mind. 
 Infuses thoughts, holy, refined ; 
 
 These lustrous, piercing, rays she flings 675 
 
 As arrows, from seraphic wings, 
 Tipped with inquiry. Have we won 
 The immortal prize ? our race is run. 
 My race is run, my day dream o'er, 
 
 In nightly dreams I see thy shore; (J80 
 
 For never can thy memory part. 
 Sweet Esthwaite ! from my constant heart ; 
 That heart which burns, when on thy face, 
 Phoebus his glories stoops to trace, 
 
 And melts with love, when mists of morn, 685 
 
 Like draperies, from thy bed are borne. 
 
 First trees appear, piercing the mist, 
 Then banks are by the sunbeam kiss'd. 
 That, struggling through the silver haze. 
 Its volumes breaks, and land displays. 090 
 
 So lovely. Paradise it seems, 
 ThrQiigh ambient clouds and virgin streams !
 
 30 
 
 ESTIIWAITK WATEn. 
 
 Those filmy, feathery mists arise, 
 
 Leave hill and mountain — touch the skies ; 
 
 Like angel's wings, of downy white, 695 
 
 Lessening to our mortal sight, 
 
 Within the cavity of blue. 
 
 That brighter beams at every view. 
 
 In the lake mirror'd is the scene. 
 As in a glass to don its green ; TOO 
 
 Nor does the sun obscurely gaze. 
 But on the landscape pours his rays, 
 And vivifies the charming tints 
 That Nature's pencil never stints. 
 
 Yet, Esthwaite! though thy vale be calm, 705 
 
 'Tis earth ! and earth is fraught with harm ! 
 The serpent's fang fair Eden found. 
 Wherein to gnaw the envenomed wound ! 
 And thou (though rarely) art severe, 
 Eden's soft graces disappear. 710 
 
 Thou gazest to thy parent skies, 
 Ruling thy visage by their eyes ; 
 When lowering clouds their mien deform, 
 And loud winds herald rising storm, 
 
 Thy lake (late calm) foams forth in wrath, 715 
 
 The groaning shore no respite hath. 
 But yields, and mourns, in darkness clad, 
 Iler foliage weeps ! her grass is sad ! 
 Sad is the muse that sings t!iy charms, 
 Her straining lyre sounds shrill alarms ! 720 
 
 The jarring strings discordant quake, 
 Threatening, in Nature's strife, to break ! 
 Short is that strife — soon smiles return, 
 Neptune withdraws his watery urn, 
 
 iEolus his strong winds enchains 725 
 
 In caverncd dens, where vapour reigns, 
 And, sighing, softer breezes brings, 
 Tf» fly with " healing on their wings."
 
 ESTHV/AITK WATER. 
 
 31 
 
 And shall we not to heaven look, 
 Ruling our reason by God's book ? 730 
 
 Shall we, when vials of wrath he pours, 
 Woo pleasure to luxurious shores, 
 Nor lash dark lowering crime, that potent vengeance 
 draws ? 
 
 Now, can I, Esthwaite ! say farew^ell, 735 
 
 Ere of thy Floating Isle I tell ? 
 "Where elvish fays and fairies dwell, 
 In palaces of crystalline. 
 Lighted by Luna's lamp, I ween ; 
 
 Or, by the glow-worm's warmer light, 740 
 
 Should the chaste morn avoid their sight. 
 Wild daisy (by the Muse caress'd). 
 Spreads downy pillows for their rest ; 
 Full soft the centres (though like gold), 
 The snowy fringes love enfold, 745 
 
 So trimly set, in white array, 
 To shade the brow of elf or fay. 
 On thistle down they softly sleep. 
 Through rose-leaf curtains slily peep, 
 Rising betimes, to quaff the dew^, 750 
 
 From orient pearls of lucid hue, 
 And airy pranksome games pursue ; 
 Some of their tricks I could unfold. 
 But fear your patience might wax old. 
 The carpets for this fairy train. 
 
 Are citron-scented, sweet vervain,* 755 
 
 Whose twisted stems divining wands 
 Supply, for sorcery's magic hands. 
 
 Lunaria and moonwort grow. 
 To steep in slumber human woe ; 
 
 Mimosa (marvel of Peru), 760 
 
 Too sensitive for day to view ! 
 
 * Aloysia citriaJorn, was formerly considered a species of verbena. The scent is in the 
 leaves. It flourishes in the Isle of Wight, without artificial warmth. The ancients attri- 
 buted to it many magical properties, and used it extensively in incantations.
 
 32 ESTIIWAITK WATKll 
 
 O, l)olle-dc-imit ! thy refined charms, 
 
 Were form'd for Cynthia's white arms ! 
 
 Somnus reclined, his poppies keeps, 
 
 Near where pale water-lily sleeps ; 705 
 
 Grim shadows old yew on them throws, 
 
 Blended with those of cypress bouohs ; 
 
 llie baleful nightshade's poisoned breath, 
 
 Through probing brambles exhales death. 
 
 Hyacinth,* drooping, vainly weeps ; 770 
 
 Anemone,! in chill tears steeps ; 
 
 Sweet silene, innoxious peeps, 
 
 And sends her fragrance to the moon. 
 
 Whose grateful rays return it soon. 
 
 Thus virtue, though with vice she be, 
 
 May overcome the enemy, 775 
 
 Fragrance exude to courts above. 
 
 Whence come illumining light and love. 
 
 Daphne,t with laurel crowned, here reigns, 
 Who, to the listening reeds complains, 
 These murmur fealty, and lead on 710 
 
 The mermaid's, and the sea-nymph's song ; 
 l^he latter, wreaths of myrtle bear, 
 From the sea shore, and Venus' car, 
 Leaving the Triton's sonorous caves, \ 
 
 (Where cold streams colder beauty laves) 715 
 
 For this dim isle floating the waves ; 
 
 • Hyacinthus a beautiful youth beloved by Apollo, wlio was playing at quoits witli 
 liim at the public games, when Zephyr (in a fit of jealousy) directed one to his lie:icl, 
 which killed him. Apollo changed him into a flower, bearing his name, and the hya- 
 cinthine fetes were instituted in his honour, of which Apollo was patron. 
 
 + Venus produced Anemone from the blood of her beloved Adonis, a beautiful youth, 
 slain by a wild Vioar, while hunting. Anemones are sometimes borne on the coffins of the 
 young, Budden'y called from the world, as lately on that of a young British naval officer, 
 found dead in his bed, off the coa.st of Sweden, where he was interred. 
 
 J Daphne, daughter of the river Peneus, whom she invoked to aid her while flying in 
 pursuit of Apollo. Peneus changed her fnto a laurel, of that species called laurus nobilis, 
 Raid to resist lightning. This fable probably si)rung firom the laurel attaining the sfze of 
 a lofty tree, and growing most abundantly on the banks of the Peneus, in the isle of 
 Delphos. Here Apollo had a most magnificent temple, the oracles of which were in such 
 repute that even distant nation* came to consult them, bringing rich presents. »
 
 ESTHWAITE WATER. 
 
 33 
 
 Contrasting Juno's dazzling- car, 
 That sweeping bright-eyed peacocks draw 
 Thro' skies, whose brightness shames the lustrous morning 
 star ! 790 
 
 The moon uprears her silver crest. 
 Her glancing arrows pierce thy breast 
 With purity and chastened light, 
 Reflected to languishing night. 
 
 The Island moves in solemn state, 795 
 
 Pale light and dark shade alternate. 
 Soft zephyrs flying round it, wait ; 
 A flood of light, the distant scene, 
 Though here it floats, dim and serene, 
 Yet still, Dian her arrows shoots, 800 
 
 Which play amongst the tangled roots, 
 Or quiver, through the leafy trees. 
 To aid the sinking, dying, breeze, 
 Above whose breath the sea-nymphs sing, 
 Water from their dark tresses wring, 805 
 
 Then on their polished limbs them fling. 
 Or stoop to press the swans' soft wing, 
 That, stately, lead the liquid way, 
 While on, and round them, cygnets play, 
 Charmed by the mermaids thrilling lay. 810 
 
 Brave swan ! though gentleness thou art, 
 Valorous truth is in thy heart ; 
 The kingly eagle, from his height. 
 Attacking thee hath fled the flight ; 
 Well dost thou guard the Floating Isle, 815 
 
 From open foe, or secret guile ! 
 
 Broadly the morn shines out afar. 
 Paling the gentle Evening Star, 
 Uncurtaining the swelling shores, 
 
 Whence the night raven slowly soars ; 820 
 
 Grim, giant, shades of trees are seen, 
 (Doffed is their morning garb of green) ; 
 
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 34 KSXnWAITE WATER. 
 
 Darkness and light dispute the sway, 
 
 In silent struggles, till bright Day 
 
 Enters the list : the shadows fall, 825 
 
 Or fly, before the Lord of all. 
 
 Morning makes known the Isle has strayed, ii 
 
 Fled are the sea-nymph and mermaid, *' 
 
 But where, or how, we are not told — 
 Deep mysteries the Isle enfold. 830 
 
 Yet Fancy's wild tremulous glance 
 Surveys its route in sheer romance — 
 Romance that peoples Earth and Air, 
 Aye, and the depths with visions fair ! 
 That points Love's arrows from thy shore, 835 
 
 Whence springs a Spirit Power to soar, I 
 
 Exulting over worldly blight, 1 
 
 To higher realms of life and light !
 
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 PART III. 
 
 How keen the blighting- word, Adieu ! 840 
 
 When thy loved lovely lake I view, 
 New beauties see, while my spent powers 
 The muse o'erlaps with Sommeil's* flowers. 
 Yet woos my soul to sleep in vain, 
 Silently near thee I remain, 
 
 With thy breast heave the parting pain, 845 
 
 With pitying clouds weep tender rain, 
 Moving thy flood again ! again ! 
 Lingering on th' enchanting shore. 
 Turning to gaze once — ah ! — once more ! 
 Narcissusf thus, in beauty's pride, 850 
 
 Entranced, hung o'er the glassy tide, 
 Empassioned, viewed the transparent stream, 
 But he, to see his own charms beam, 
 I, to dissolve away in thee — 
 
 With thy fair Sylphs a handmaid be, 855 
 
 Queen of my chequered destiny ! 
 To bear thy richly-broidered train. 
 Follow thee o'er thy flowery plain, 
 Renew the melting, tender strain. 
 
 Sweet Esthwaite ! long may thy curved bank 860 
 
 Bind purer streams than sun e'er drank ! 
 O may these banks be ever green ! 
 Rejoicing herds upon them seen ! 
 May Nature's worhippers find food 
 Beneath thy groves' umbrageous wood ! 865 
 
 * Sommeil, son of Erebus and Night. The waves of Oblivion flow around his palace, the 
 entrance of which is strewed with poppies and soporific herbs, and impervious to the rays 
 of the sun. There he sleeps on down, shaded by black curtains, while Morpheus, his 
 first minister, attended by Dreams, watches over him, and with the touch of a poppy 
 renews his slumbers. 
 
 t Narcissus was a beautiful youth who became enamoured of his reflection from a 
 fountain, and was changed into a flower bearing his name, symbolical of egotism. 
 
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 Thou<rli my transplanted tree should fade, 
 
 Its withered branches hide in shade, 
 
 The leaves borne by the Autumn blast. 
 
 Blent with their native dust be pass'd ! 
 
 The trunk of foliage bereft, 870 
 
 By Time's rude scythe for ever cleft ! 
 
 And my imperfect numbers fall 
 
 Into the grave, prepared for all I 
 
 Long may thy birds thro' blooming groves, 
 Exalt thy charms, warble their loves ! 875 
 
 Or if, perchance, one drop his lay. 
 May it be from the topmost spray. 
 With plumage glowing in the sun, 
 The head bent down in frolic fun — 
 
 Swaying with th' enamoured breeze 880 
 
 Whispering through the beechen trees ! 
 This have I seen in youthful glee. 
 And primeval simplicity : 
 May youthful feeling be renewed. 
 
 As to the eagle* with her brood ! 885 
 
 (Be she a mountain monarch viewed, 
 Supreme, in silent solitude I) 
 Or to the mother with her child. 
 By prattling innocence beguiled ; 
 
 She in high Nature's bondage caught, 890 
 
 Bliss by the infant lip is taught ! 
 
 O Nature! holy Nature! thou, 
 Who found'st Fabriciusf at the plough, 
 
 • Thy yout)i shall be renewed like the eagle's Psalms. 
 
 t CaiuH Fabrifius, a Kornaii general, twice consul, remarkable for simplicity, lionourj 
 wisdom, and valour. Ambassador to Pyrrhus, king of Epirus, ho sternly refused that 
 monarch's attempt to bribe him to his interest. " I have," said he, " a mind free from self- 
 reproach, an honest fame, and, to me, these are inexhaustible riches." While marching 
 against Pyrrhus, the physician of the latter, arrived, offering to poison his master for a 
 sum of money. Kabricius sent him in chains to Pyrrhus. "Rome !" he e.xclaiined, "conquers 
 not her enemies by treachery, but with the sword." "Admirable Fabricius!" said Pyrrhus, 
 " It would be as easy to turn tlie sun from his course, as thee, from the path of honour.'' 
 The Roman senate wished to portion liis daughters : he refused, saying " If I enjoy self- 
 respect, and the approbation of my country, I cannot be destitute of riches." When not 
 engaged in tlie service of the republic, he always returned to his simple life and agricultural 
 pursuits — He died, 250 n.r. 
 
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 Wisdom instilled, and in his soul 
 
 Liohted a flame none could control ! 895 
 
 Blazing, from God's high throne, it fell, 
 
 On him and on the patriot Tell !* 
 
 Glowed in the eye, gleamed on the blade, 
 
 Upon the towering dark crest played ; 
 
 A beacon for their fatherland, 900 
 
 To rouse and arm the warrior band ; 
 
 Like lowering clouds that lightnings fire, 
 
 While rolling thunders crash their ire. 
 
 Yet Nature ! shall I thee invoke 
 Over the slain that war- fields choke? 905 
 
 Or hear thy voice in battle cry. 
 When thy calm lake flows murmuring by ? 
 Sounds softer than from Circean shores. 
 Fair Syren fascination pours 
 
 Scenes sweeter than the Sybarite, 910 
 
 By luxury cloyed would fain invite ! 
 Where Beauty and Zephyrus play. 
 On lucid floods, mirroring day ! 
 Voluptuous shores ! that love infuse. 
 Flushed with rich harmonising hues — 915 
 
 Hues fluctuating with the light. 
 Embrowned, or as th' emerald bright ; 
 Light leaves luxuriantly fair, 
 Thrown star-like on the buoyant air ; 
 Glistening in the trembling chase 920 
 
 Of moonbeams, seeking their embrace. 
 
 Here, thy responses, (always sweet,) 
 Repay my homage at thy feet, 
 Incite me to surround thy shrine 
 With votaries, fresh wreaths to twine, 925 
 
 * William Tell, a celebrated Swiss, who was the first to rouse his country against Austrian 
 domination (in the person of the Emperor Albert), then most tyrannically administered by 
 the governor Geisler, in 1307. The revolting Cantons secured their independence, and, 
 being jomed by others, formed the Helvetic League. 

 
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 Oracles ponder from thy book, 
 
 Within whose leaves few — too few — look ; 
 
 Or look to learn ! Flourish Arts Schools ! 
 
 But Nature should indite first rules ! 
 
 Orginality must flow 930 
 
 From Nature's springs — to them then go : 
 
 Drink deeply the salubrious draught, 
 
 So shall thy soul spurn worldly craft. 
 
 Gain corporal and mental health, 
 
 On tiptoe coming as by stealth ; 935 ^ 
 
 Then rushing through Life's vital tide, i 
 
 Clearing the soul from mists of pride. 
 Truth, beauty, and utility, 
 
 Sublimely fill immensity ; 
 
 Simplicity, Nature's handmaid, 940 
 
 (Her golden hair without a braid — 
 
 Gracefully flowing her white robe,) 
 
 Barefooted bounds from globe to globe ! 
 
 Sings with the stars, swims in the air, 
 
 Earth and old Ocean her print bear ! 945 
 
 Her open brow, immortal truth. 
 
 In light arrays, and artless youth ! 
 
 Melting, yet calm, her eye's deep hue, 
 
 To parent Nature ever true ! 
 
 Whose rich robes are subdued by grace, 950 
 
 Bold the design — each in its place. 
 
 Order ! Variety ! Proportion ! 
 
 True points of view show no distortion ! 
 
 Minds grovelling, too weak to climb 
 
 The towering mount, or leave their slime, 955 
 
 Great Nature measure by their views. 
 
 See much to alter and abuse I 
 
 Thus the vile insect of a day, 
 
 Execrates all that checks his way ; 
 
 While the lark from ethereal height, 9^0 
 
 Tells thrillingly of raptured sight.
 
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 Crescendo sings, as up he mounts, 
 
 To drink at morn's inspiring founts ! 
 
 Like his, may we our voices raise, 
 
 To heaven's courts, perfecting praise ; 9G5 
 
 And may each heart in transport rise, 
 
 As heavenward with the lark it flies. 
 
 But, who invites my company ? 
 Methinks 'tis roving Allegory ! 
 
 Light is her step, yet calm her pace — 970 
 
 Wisdom's expression on her face. 
 Blent with amusement's cheerful grace. 
 Her robe still varies with the light 
 Its changeful hues — now dark, now light ; 
 Around her figure's symmetry, 975 
 
 The ample gauzy drapery 
 Is by a golden girdle bound, 
 Blazing with jewels rarely found ; 
 Her hair's luxuriant, shining folds, 
 
 A fillet of pure diamonds holds. 980 
 
 To hail her graceful buskined foot, 
 The fairest flowers profusely shoot ; 
 And in her richly-gemmed fair hand, 
 Startled, I see a magic wand, 
 
 Brilliant with every gem it shines, 985 
 
 Brighter than from Golconda's mines. 
 With the hand moving, each new light 
 Multiplies beauties to the sight ; 
 Gemmed flowers of every tribe and hue. 
 Flashing and changing to the view. 990 
 
 On studded tip a crimson rose,* 
 Full dressed with buds and foliage glows, 
 
 * The rose is the emblem of beauty; the lily of purity and m^esty. The white lily is 
 considered a native of Palestine, to which our Lord directed attention, when he said " Con- 
 sider the lilies of the field, how they grow, they toil not, neither do they spin ; and yet, I 
 say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. If God so 
 clothe the grass of the field, which to-day is, and to-morrow is cast into the oven, shall he 
 not much more clothe vou, O ye of little faith 1"
 
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 Beside a lily matching snows. 
 
 Myosotis* twines the stems ; beneath, 
 
 "White and dark violets round them wreath. 995 
 
 Warm admiration, mingling- fear, 
 Press from my heart the sparkling tear ; 
 Doubt and distrust that thought beguile, 
 She dissipates with one sweet smile ; 
 A smile it is, of heaven's own growth; 1000 
 
 " Follow," she says, " and be not loth ! 
 Mine is not Circe's front accursed, 
 That baneful on Ulyssesf burst ; 
 Nor raise I my transforming wand, 
 
 Monsters to multiply like sand, 1005 
 
 But beauty smiles where'er it bends ; 
 Virtue upon the earth descends." 
 
 Forthwith, the cincture from her waist 
 Withdrawn, reveals her bosom chaste ! 
 In her left hand the glowing belt 1010 
 
 Emits a light than can be felt ! 
 So Sol peers on the frigid zone, 
 Uplifts the curtain o'er it thrown ; 
 Obliquely gleams on piling snows, 
 But not a flake can discompose ! 1015 
 
 Her transparent robe, now unconfined, 
 iEolus bears to the rapt wind. 
 The wand is raised, and lo ! a tree 
 Sublime, in lofty majesty ! 
 
 Full glorious the canopy I 1020 
 
 And thus the maid, Nature ! you see. 
 The head that parts the fleecy cloud, 
 Teeming, is by luxuriance bowed — 
 
 * Myosotis, or Forget me not, abounds in a brook near Luxemburgb, called the " Fairy 
 Brook," or " Cascade of the Enchanted Oak," whence it issues. The violet is emljlematical 
 of candour and humility. < . 
 
 t Ulysses, king of Ithaca. After ably assisting; the allied Greeks, at the ten years siege ot 
 Troy, he «a« wrecked so frequently in returning to bis kingdom, that be did not reach it 
 before the end of another ten years. One of these wrecks was on the isle of tlio encbant- 
 ress Circe, who transformed his companions into monsters.
 
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 Not bent ; but as the fecund lime, 
 
 Prolific beech, or oak's fair prime, 1025 
 
 Creation, 'neath the spreading boughs. 
 
 Finds shelter, sustenance, repose ; 
 
 Heavenly harmony resounds. 
 
 Branches seem vocal with the sounds, 
 
 More rapturous as they upward tend, 1030 
 
 Till Seraphs crowning voices lend. 
 
 Mine eye, now glancing with the wand, 
 Marks Nature's leaves on every land ; 
 Follows the roots through yielding earth, 
 To caverned depths, and ocean's girth; 1035 
 
 Sees with astonishment and pain, 
 Without her bounds a dirty train, 
 Who spurn her charms for sordid gain, 
 And grovelling, grubbing in the ground, 
 Make its dust fly on all arround ; 1040 
 
 These veiled, within the dusky cloud, 
 Anticipate their mortal shroud, 
 Body and soul feel the alloy — 
 Living, yet dead to purest joy ! 
 
 In vain, to them, through Nature's leaves, 1045 
 
 The heavens smile, the ocean heaves ; 
 Vain are the streams of balmy air, 
 That fragrance from rich flowers bear ! 
 Vainly the earth luxuriates 
 
 In all that vivid fancy sates ! 1050 
 
 O ! what avails the bright-plumed choir, 
 The whitening flocks, Apollo's lyre! 
 Successive charms seasons unfold, 
 All, all are crushed by pond'rous gold. 
 Whose slaves pine as bereft of sap, 1 055 
 
 Or grow in bloated luxury's lap. 
 
 Far, far above, is Nature's shade, 
 For heavenly contemplation made ! 
 Poetry (that Elysian flower !)
 
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 Here climbing, drinks the dewy shower, lOGO 
 
 Mantles the trunk, fondles the leaves. 
 Round stalwart branches garlands weaves ; 
 Earth beautifies with many a wreath. 
 Air purifies with balmy breath. 
 
 The Fine Arts (glorious off'shoots I) 1065 
 
 Their essence draw from the vast roots ; 
 Nearer they to their parent come. 
 Finer the fruits, fairer the bloom. 
 Bright Science and Philosophy 
 
 Suck Hyblean honey* from the tree ; 1070 
 
 Their strengthened vision pierces skies. 
 Their spirit, e'en on earth, ne'er dies ; 
 They travel to the morning star, 
 Fathom the depths, burst ocean's bar ! 
 And while the universe they grasp, 1075 
 
 Learn from the ant, the bee, the wasp, 
 Humility — with knowledge grows — 
 The first the shrub, the last the rose. 
 
 Newtont in Nature's shade reclined, 
 Nourished from her his mighty mind, 1080 
 
 She cast an apple to the ground — 
 He " law of gravitation" found. 
 Short was the lesson, but the lore 
 Resulting flew from shore to shore ; 
 
 Shot past the planets, and each star 1 085 
 
 Unveiled the sky's phenomena ! 
 
 Then let us lend the attentive ear. 
 To Nature's notes, innately dear ; 
 
 * The lioney of Mount Hyljla in Sicily was much lauded by the ancients, who considered 
 it drawn from the flowers of Elysium, and renovating mind as well as body. 
 
 f Sir Isaac Newton, bom at Woolstropc, in Lincolnshire, on Christmas Day, 1642, is 
 called the jtrince of i>hiloso))liers. In 1665, retiring from the ravages of the Plague to 
 hi« country-house, the incident referred to took place, leading his thoughts to the earth's 
 attraction, and giving rise to his celebrated " System of the Universe." It is the keystone 
 of the Newtonian Philosopliy. He brought the telescope to great perfection, and his ob- 
 servations, therewith are invaluable. 8imi)licity, jiiety and meekness, kept pace with his 
 learning. Queen Anne knighted him. He died at the age of eighty, and, after lying in 
 slate, was interred in Westminster Abbey, where there is a handsome monument to his 
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 Direct the still observant eye, 
 
 From beaming star to sparkling- fly ; 1090 
 
 Compare the world's and Nature s voice, 
 
 Nor balance long the easy choice ; 
 
 Infinite wisdom shall we mark, 
 
 In great and small, in light and dark ; 
 
 Learn our own ignorance to know 1095 
 
 More perfectly, as on we go ; 
 
 See new worlds burst upon our eyes. 
 
 New wonders ecstacy surprise ! 
 
 New mercies warm the enraptured mind 
 
 With love to God and all mankind. 2000 
 
 Shining, cerulean vaults o'erspread, 
 
 Millions of species on earth's bed ; 
 
 One mighty power governs all. 
 
 And guides, e'en to the sparrows fall. 
 
 Imagination, on air's wings, 2005 
 
 Now soars from earth, to heaven clings ; 
 Sees Jacob's shadowy ladder rise. 
 From " holy ground," to holier skies — 
 Of faith and truth the glorious prize. 
 Blessing the patriarch's slumbering eyes. 2010 
 
 On each blue step a brighter choir ! 
 In every song a purer fire ! 
 On every wing, that waves above. 
 More vivid rays of light and love ! 
 
 Ethereal hues, on higher robes, 2015 
 
 Draw lustre from a million globes ; 
 Glow and increase in dazzling light. 
 Till glory bows th' immortal sight, 
 Down, down they fall, before the throne, 
 Where glows Infinity's vast zone ! 2020 
 
 Where seven spirits flame on high — 
 Seven lamps light the Eternal sky ! 
 Sublime, from seven thunders voice, 
 The mandate — Wonder and Rejoice !
 
 "*'* ESTHWAITE WATER. 
 
 And thou, my soul, while yet on earth, 2025 
 
 Anticipate angelic birth ; 
 Jn Spirit pass the bounds of clay, 
 And spring to Everlasting Day ! .■ 
 
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