Inly disturbed, to think that others felt What he must never feel: and so, lost Man! On visionary views would fancy feed, Till his eye streamed with tears. vale In this deep He died, this seat his only monument. If Thou be one whose heart the holy forms, Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, Which he has never used; that thought with him Is in its infancy. The man whose eye Is ever on himself doth look on one, The least of Nature's works, one who might move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Instructed that true knowledge leads to love; SIMON LEE, THE OLD HUNTSMAN; WITH AN INCIDENT IN WHICH HE WAS CONCERNED. IN the sweet shire of Cardigan, No man like him the horn could sound, The halloo of Simon Lee. In those proud days, he little cared For husbandry or tillage; To blither tasks did Simon rouse The sleepers of the village. He all the country could outrun, Could leave both man and horse behind; And often, ere the chase was done, And still there's something in the world For when the chiming hounds are out, But, oh the heavy change!-bereft Of health, strength, friends, and kindred, see ' Old Simon to the world is left In liveried poverty. His Master's dead,-and no ore now Dwells in the Hall of Ivor; Men, dogs, and horses, all are dead; He is the sole survivor. And he is lean and he is sick; His body, dwindled and awry, Rests upon ankles swoln and thick; His legs are thin and dry, One prop he has, and only one, Lives with him, near the waterfall, Beside their moss-grown hut of clay, This scrap of land he from the heath Oft, working by her Husband's side, And, though you with your utmost skill That they can do between them. Few months of life has he in store As he to you will tell, For still, the more he works, the more Do his weak ankles swell. My gentle Reader, I perceive O Reader! had you in your mind What more I have to say is short, It is no tale; but, should you .hink, One summer-day I chanced to see The mattock tottered in his hand; "You're overtasked, good Simon Lee, At which the poor old Man so long The tears into his eyes were brought, They never would have done. -I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds |