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For oft when on my couch I lie
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the Daffodils.
THE REVERIE OF POOR SUSAN.
Ar the corner of Wood-street, when day-light appears,
Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for ' three years:
Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard In the silence of morning the song of the Bird.
'Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her? She
A mountain ascending, a vision of trees;
Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale, Down which she so often has tripped with her pail ; And a single small Cottage, a nest like a dove's, The one only Dwelling on earth that she loves.
She looks, and her Heart is in heaven: but they
The mist and the river, the hill and the shade : The stream will not flow, and the hill will not rise, And the colours have all passed away from her
POWER OF MUSIC.
AN Orpheus! an Orpheus! - yes, Faith may grow bold,
And take to herself all the wonders of old; Near the stately Pantheon you'll meet with the same In the street that from Oxford hath borrowed its
His station is there; and he works on the crowd,
What an eager assembly! what an empire is this! The weary have life, and the hungry have bliss ; The mourner is cheered, and the anxious have rest; And the guilt-burthened soul is no longer opprest.
As the Moon brightens round her the clouds of the
So he, where he stands, is a centre of light;
It gleams on the face, there, of dusky-browed Jack, And the pale-visaged Baker's, with basket on back.
That errand-bound 'Prentice was passing in haste What matter! he's caught—and his time runs to
The News-man is stopped, though he stops on the
And the half-breathless Lamp-lighter he's in the net!
The Porter sits down on the weight which he bore ; The Lass with her barrow wheels hither her store; If a Thief could be here he might pilfer at ease; She sees the Musician, 'tis all that she sees!
He stands, backed by the Wall; he abates not his din;
His hat gives him vigour, with boons dropping in, From the Old and the Young, from the Poorest ; and there!
The one-pennied Boy has his penny to spare.