LINES LEFt UPON A SEAt IN A YE-tREE ANDS NEAR tE,
ON A DESOLAtE PARt OF t COMMANDING ABEAUtIFUL PROSPECt.
--Nay, traveller! rest. tree stands
Far from all if here
No sparkling rivulet spread t herb;
if t loves;
Yet, if t, the curling waves,
t break against thy mind
By one soft impulse saved from vacancy.
--ho he was
t piled tones, and he mossy sod
First covered oer, and taugree,
Noo bend its arms in circling shade,
I well remember.--he was one who ownd
No common soul. In youth, by genius nursd,
And big y viehe world
ent fort, against taint
Of dissolute tongues, gainst jealousy, and e,
And scorn, against all enemies prepared,
All but neglect: and so, damped
At once, urned away,
And ained his soul
In solitude.--Stranger! these gloomy boughs
o sit,
ants a straggling sheep,
tone-c, or the glancing sand-piper;
And on th juniper,
And le, thinly sprinkled oer,
Fixing his downward eye, he many an hour
A morbid pleasure nourisracing here
An emblem of ful life:
And lifting up hen would gaze
On tant scene; is
t, and ill it became
Far lovelier, and could not sustain
ty still more beauteous. Nor, t time,
ould to whose minds,
arm from the labours of benevolence,
the world, and man himself, appeared a scene
Of kindred loveliness: then he would sigh
ito t ot
never feel: and so, lost man!
On visionary views would fancy feed,
till reamed ears. In this deep vale
.
If t the holy forms
Of young imagination pure,
Stranger! pride,
s oy,
Is littleness; t empt
For any living ties
t h him
Is in its infancy. the man, whose eye
Is ever on h look on one,
t of natures works, one w move
to t scorn which wisdom holds
Unlahou!
Instructed t true knoo love,
true dignity abides h him alone
,
Can still suspect, and still revere himself,
In lowliness of .