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Written with a Slate-pencil upon a Stone, the largest of a heap lying near a deserted Quarry, upon one of the Islands at Rydale.
Stranger! this hillock of mishapen stones
Nor, as perchance thou rashly deem'st, the Cairn
Or pleasure-house, which was to have been built Among the birch-trees of this rocky isle.
But, as it chanc'd, Sir William having learn'd That from the shore a full-grown man might wade,
And make himself a freeman of this spot
At any hour he chose, the Knight forthwith
The block on which these lines are trac'd, perhaps,
Of the intended pile, which would have been
Of thy trim mansion destin'd soon to blaze
In the School of
is a tablet on which are inscribed,
in gilt letters, the names of the feveral 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 one of those names the Author wrote the following lines.
If Nature, for a favorite Child
That every hour thy heart runs wild
Read o'er these lines; and then review
This tablet, that thus humbly rears
In such diversity of hue
Its history of two hundred years.
-When through this little wreck of fame,
Has travell'd down to Matthew's name,
And if a sleeping tear should wake
Which for himself he had not made.
Poor Matthew, all his frolics o'er,
Far from the chimney's merry roar,
The sighs which Matthew heav'd were sighs