The Shepherd went about his daily work There is a comfort in the strength of love; 'T will make a thing endurable, which else Would overset the brain, or break the heart : I have conversed with more than one who well Remember the old Man, and what he was Years after he had heard this heavy news. His bodily frame had been from youth to age Of an unusual strength. Among the rocks He went, and still looked up to sun and cloud, And listened to the wind; and, as before, Performed all kinds of labor for his sheep, And for the land, his small inheritance. And to that hollow dell from time to time Did he repair, to build the Fold of which His flock had need. 'T is not forgotten yet The pity which was then in every heart For the old Man, and 't is believed by all, -- That many and many a day he thither went, There, by the Sheepfold, sometimes was he seen Sitting alone, or with his faithful dog, Then old, beside him, lying at his feet. The length of full seven years, from time to time, On which it stood; great changes have been wrought Beside the boisterous brook of Green-head Ghyll. 1800. XXXIII. THE WIDOW ON WINDERMERE SIDE. I. How beautiful when up a lofty height Honor ascends among the humblest poor, And feeling sinks as deep! See there the door Of one, a Widow, left beneath a weight Of blameless debt. On evil Fortune's spite She wasted no complaint, but strove to make II. The Mother mourned, nor ceased her tears to flow, Much she rejoiced, trusting that from that hour, III. But why that prayer? as if to her could come Since reason failed, want is her threatened doom, No, passing through strange sufferings toward the tomb, She smiles as if a martyr's crown were won: Oft, when light breaks through clouds or waving trees, With outspread arms, and fallen upon her knees, An Angel, and in earthly ecstasies XXXIV. THE ARMENIAN LADY'S LOVE. [The subject of the following poem is from the Orlandus of the author's friend, Kenelm Henry Digby: and the liberty is taken of inscribing it to him as an acknowledgment, however unworthy, of pleasure and instruction derived from his numerous and valuable writings, illustrative of the piety and chivalry of the olden time.] I. You have heard" a Spanish Lady How she wooed an Englishman"; *See, in Percy's Reliques, that fine old ballad, "The Span Ish Lady's Love"; from which poem the form of stanza, as suitable to dialogue, is adopted. Hear now of a fair Armenian, Daughter of the proud Soldàn; How she loved a Christian Slave, and told her pain By word, look, deed, with hope that he might love again. II. "Pluck that rose, it moves my liking," "Princess fair, I till the ground, but may not take From twig or bed an humble flower, even for your sake!" III. "Grieved am I, submissive Christian! To behold thy captive state; (May they not?) the unfortunate." 66 Yes, kind Lady! otherwise man could not bear Life, which to every one that breathes is full of care." IV. "Worse than idle is compassion And from vile indignities; Nurtured, as thy mien bespeaks, in high degree, Look up, and help a hand that longs to set thee free." |