Through beds of matted fern, and tangled thickets, Drooped with its withered leaves, ungracious sign Tall and erect, with tempting clusters hung, The banquet; or beneath the trees I sate 73 15 20 25 Among the flowers, and with the flowers I played; A temper known to those, who, after long And weary expectation, have been blest 30 And fade, unseen by any human eye; Where fairy water-breaks do murmur on For ever; and I saw the sparkling foam, And with my cheek on one of those green stones And dragged to earth both branch and bough, with crash And merciless ravage: and the shady nook Of hazels, and the green and mossy bower, Their quiet being: and, unless I now 35 40 45 74 Confound my present feelings with the past, - 50 55 1799. MATTHEW. In the School of Hawkshead is a tablet, on which are inscribed, in gilt letters, the Names of the several persons who have been Schoolmasters there since the foundation of the School, with the time at which they entered upon and quitted their office. Opposite to one of those names the Author wrote the following lines. IF Nature, for a favourite child, In thee hath tempered so her clay, Read o'er these lines; and then review In such diversity of hue Its history of two hundred years. 5 -When through this little wreck of fame, ΙΟ Has travelled down to Matthew's name, And, if a sleeping tear should wake, Then be it neither checked nor stayed: For Matthew a request I make Which for himself he had not made. Poor Matthew, all his frolics o'er, Is silent as a standing pool; Far from the chimney's merry roar, And murmur of the village school. The sighs which Matthew heaved were sighs 15 20 Yet, sometimes, when the secret cup 25 Thou soul of God's best earthly mould! 30 Are all that must remain of thee? 1799. THE TWO APRIL MORNINGS. WE walked along, while bright and red And Matthew stopped, he looked, and said, A village schoolmaster was he, 5 And on that morning, through the grass, We travelled merrily, to pass A day among the hills. "Our work," said I, "was well begun, Then, from thy breast what thought, So sad a sigh has brought?" A second time did Matthew stop; Upon the eastern mountain-top, "Yon cloud with that long purple cleft A day like this which I have left ee With rod and line I sued the sport Which that sweet season gave, And, to the church-yard come, stopped short ९९ Nine summers had she scarcely seen, The pride of all the vale ; And then she sang; - she would have been ΙΟ 15 20 25 330 35 |