"Think you, mid all this mighty sum "Of things for ever speaking,

"That nothing of itself will come,

"But we must still be seeking ?

"-Then ask not wherefore, here, alone,

" Conversing as I may,

" I sit upon this old grey stone,

" And dream my time away."

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THE TABLES TURNED;

An EVENING SCENE, on the same Subject.

* Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks ; Why all this toil and trouble?

Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books, Or surely you'll grow double.

The sun, above the mountain's head,
A freshening lustre mellow

Through all the long green fields has spread,
His first sweet evening yellow.

Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife:
Come, hear the woodland Linnet,

How sweet his music; on my life
There's more of wisdom in it.

And hark! how blithe the Throstle sings !
And he is no mean preacher :

Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.

She has a world of ready wealth,

Our minds and hearts to blessSpontaneous wisdom breathed by health, Truth breathed by chearfulness.

One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man;
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.

Sweet is the lore which nature brings;

Our meddling intellect

Mishapes the beauteous forms of things;,,

-We murder to dissect.

Enough of science and of art ;

Close up these barren leaves ;

Come forth, and bring with you a heart

That watches and receives.

ANIMAL TRANQUILLITY and DECAY,

A SKETCH.

The little hedge-row birds

That peck along the road, regard him not. He travels on, and in his face, his step, His gait, is one expression; every limb, His look and bending figure, all bespeak A man who does not move with pain, but moves With thought. He is insensibly subdued To settled quiet: he is one by whom All effort seems forgotten, one to whom Long patience has such mild composure given, That patience now doth seem a thing, of which He hath no need. He is by nature led