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And, while the wings of fancy still are free,
THE DOG AND THE WATER-LILY.
THE noon was shady, and soft airs
Swept Ouse's silent tide,
I wandered on its side.
My spaniel, prettiest of his race,
And high in pedigree(Two nymphs, adorned with every grace,
That spaniel found for me)
Now wantoned lost in flags and reeds,
Now starting into sight,
With scarce a slower flight.
It was the time when Ouse displayed
His lilies newly blown;
And one I wished my own.
With cane extended far, I sought
To steer it close to land ;
Escaped my eager hand.
Beau marked my unsuccessful pains
With fixed considerate face,
To comprehend the case.
But with a cherup clear and strong,
Dispersing all his dream,
The windings of the stream.
My ramble ended, I returned;
Beau, trotting far before,
And, plunging, left the shore.
I saw him, with that lily cropped,
Impatient swim to meet
Charmed with the sight, “The world,” I cried,
“Shall hear of this thy deed : My dog shall mortify the pride
Of man's superior breed;
But chief myself I will enjoin,
Awake at duty's call,
To Him who gives me all.”
I was a stricken deer, that left the herd
O DAY most calm, most bright,
Thy torch doth shew the way.
The other days and thou
Till thy release appear.
Man had straight forward gone
The which He doth not fill.
Sundays the pillars are
Which parts their ranks and orders.
The Sundays of man's life,
More plentiful than hope.
This day my
rose, And did enclose this light for His; That, as each beast his manger knows, Man might not of his fodder miss. Christ hath enclosed this piece of
ground, And made a garden there for those
Who want herbs for their wound.
The rest of our creation Our great Redeemer did remove With the same shake, which at His passion Did the earth and all things with it move. As Samson bore the doors away, Christ's hands, though nail'd, wrought our salvation,
And did unhinge that day.
The brightness of that day
And fit for Paradise.
Thou art a day of mirth:
My stock lies dead, and no increase
Drop from above.