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The trees' tall summits withered at the sight; A constant interchange of growth and blight!*
TO A YOUNG LADY,
WHO HAD BEEN REPROACHED FOR TAKING LONG
WALKS IN THE COUNTRY.
DEAR Child of Nature, let them rail !
* For the account of these long-lived trees, see Pliny's Natural History, lib. xvi. cap. 44; and for the features in the character of Protesilaus, see the Iphigenia in Aulis of Euripides. Virgil places the Shade of Laodamia in a mournful region among unhappy Lovers,
There, healthy as a shepherd-boy,
THE PRIMROSE OF THE ROCK.
A Rock there is whose lonely front
The passing traveller slighis;
Like stars, at various heights;
The vernal breeze invites.
What hideous warfare hath been waged,
What kingdoms overthrown, Since first I spied that Primrose-tuft
And marked it for my own;
From highest heaven let dowr.!
Their fellowship renew;
That worketh out of view;
In every fibre true.
Close clings to earth the living rock,
Though threatening still to fall ;
And God upholds them all :
Her annual funeral.
Here closed the meditative strain ;
But air breathed soft that day, The hoary mountain-heights were cheered,
The sunny vale looked gay;
I gave this after-lay,
Like Thee, in field and grove
Than tremblings that reprove Our vernal tendencies to hope,
Is God's redeeming love;
That love which changed--for wan disease,
For sorrow that had bent
Their moral element,
To types beneficent.
Sin-blighted though we are, we too,
The reasoning Sons of Men, From one oblivious winter called
Shall rise, and breathe again; And in eternal summer lose
Our threescore years and ten.
To humbleness of heart descends
This prescience from on high, The faith that elevates the just,
Before and when they die; And makes each soul a separate heaven, A court for Deity.