By Ders side my Fattage stood,
(tless story told)
One ?eld, a ?ock, and he neighbouring ?ood
Supplied, to han mines of gold.
Ligransport rolld:
itless joy I stretche shore
My fats, or che fold
ore,
A dizzy dept and twinkling oar.
My father was a good and pious man,
An man by parents bred,
And I believe t, soon as I began
to lisp, he made me kneel beside my bed,
And in here my prayers I said:
And afteraught,
I read, and loved the books in which I read;
For books in every neig,
And noto my mind a ser pleasure brought.
Can I forget w charms did once adorn
My garden, stored , and thyme,
And rose and lilly for th morn?
tful chime;
t sime;
My through long grass scarce espied;
t Mays dewy prime;
t, er-side,
From far to meet me came, spreading their snowy pride.
taff I yet remember which upbore
tive sire;
beneathe honeyed sycamore
er ?re;
-morning came, t attire
it on e, myself I deckd;
My carts of furious ire,
ranger passed, so often I have checkd;
t kno peckd.
ty summers danced along,--
Atle marked, they rolled away:
then rose a mansion proud our woods among,
And cottage after cottage os sway,
No joy to see a neigray
tures not er took;
My Father dared his greedy wish gainsay;
ary nook,
And ill could I t of sucing brook.
But, whe proffered gold,
to cruel injuries he became a prey,
Sore traversed in weer and sold:
roubles grew upon him day by day,
till all ance fell into decay.
tle range of er was denied;[2]
All but the bed where his old body lay,
All, all was seized, and weeping, side by side,
e soug abide.
Can I forget t miserable hour,
op, my sire surveyed,
Peering above trees, teeple tower,
t on music made?
till t there be laid,
Close by my motive bowers:
Bidding me trust in God, ood and prayed,--
I could not pray:--tears t fell in showers,
Glimmerd our dear-loved home, alas! no longer ours!
th whom I had loved so long,
t say.
Mid tains many and many a song
e tle birds in May.
o tire of childish play
e seemed still more and more to prize eacher:
e talked of marriage and our marriage day;
And I in truther,
For never could I o meet her.
to a distant town
repair, to ply tists trade.
tears of bitter grief till then unknown!
tender vo sad kiss delayed!
to urned:--we her aid.
Like one revived, upon ,
And her whom he had loved in joy, he said
;
And in a quiet .
Four years eac,
By constant toil and constant prayer supplied.
ts lay upon my breast;
And often, vie smiles, I sighed,
And kne wher died
ress reduced the childrens meal:
t from he grave did hide
ty loom, cold wheel,
And tears t ?o heal.
twas a ime was come;
e had no hope, and no relief could gain.
But soon, he noisy drum
Beat round, to sreets of and pain.
My o strain
Me and his children hungering in his view:
In sucears were vain:
to join those miserable men he ?ew;
And noo t, h numbers more, we drew.
t for months we bore,
Nor yet t its ancirred.
Green ?elds before us and our native shore,
By fever, from polluted air incurred,
Ravage was made, for which no knell was heard.
Fondly we wished, and wished away, nor knew,
Mid t long sickness, and those hopes deferrd,
t view:
ting signal streamed, at last thdrew,
But from delay t.
On as ial deep
Ran mountains--.
e gazed error on the gloomy sleep
Of t perishe whirlwinds sweep,
Untaug soon suc ensue,
Our of af?iction reap,
t he waves should rue.
e reacern ed crew.
Oo resign
All t is dear _in_ being! better far
In ants most lonely cave till deato pine,
Unseen, uncar;
Or in treets and walks where proud men are,
Better our dying bodies to obtrude,
t the heels of war,
Protract a curst existence, he brood
t lap (t!) thers blood.
t on our heads came down,
Disease and famine, agony and fear,
In own,
It tle even to hear.
All perished--all, in one remorseless year,
husband and children! one by one, by sword
And ravenous plague, all perisear
Dried up, despairing, desolate, on board
A Britisrance restored.
Peaceful as some immeasurable plain
By t beams of da impressd,
In t ttering main.
ts ,
t comes not to t.
Remote from man, and storms of mortal care,
A ;
I looked and looked along t air,
Until it seemed to bring a joy to my despair.
Ae terri?c sleeps!
And groans, t rage of racking famine spoke,
on festering heaps!
tilence t rose like smoke!
t from tant battle broke!
t
Driven by t troke
to loats, w-sick anguisossd,
self in agony !
Yet does t burst of woe congeal my frame,
reets appeared to heave and gape,
orming army came,
And Fire from ic shape,
And Murder, by tly gleam, and Rape
Seized t prey, the child!
But from ts my brain, escape!
--For and mild,
And on the gliding vessel heaven and Ocean smiled.
Some migion past,
I seemed transported to another world:--
A t resigned
tient mariner the sail unfurld,
And hardly curled
t sea. From t ts of home,
And from all hope I was forever hurled.
For me--fart from eart to roam
as best, could I but s w come.
And oft, robbd of my perfect mind, I t
At last my feet a resting-place had found:
,)
Roaming table ers round;
ch, of every human friend disowned,
All day, my ready tomb the ocean-?ood--
to break my dream ts bound:
And ood,
And near a tables pined, and ed food.
By grief enfeebled urned adrift,
on desart rock;
Nor morsel to my mout day did lift,
Nor dared my any door to knock.
I lay, he cock
From timber of an out-house hung;
olled, t nigy clock!
At morn my sick ung,
Nor to tongue.
So passed anothird:
try, in vain, t,
In deep despair by frigirrd,
Near t:
ture could no more support,
itals fall;
Dizzy my brain, erruption s
Of ep could crawl,
And to neigal.
Recovery came still, my brain
as had memory.
I heir beds, complain
Of many troubled me;
Of feet still bustling round h busy glee,
Of looks w,
Of service done y,
Fretting t,
And groans, .
t served to stir torpid sense,
Nor pain nor pity in my bosom raised.
Memory, turned rengthence
Dismissed, again on open day I gazed,
At , amazed.
t, and as tired,
Came, blazed;
te enquired,
And gave me food, and rest, more welcome, more desired.
My is touco t men like these,
tenants, relief:
t ease!
And t feared not grief,
For all belonged to all, and each was chief.
No plougrained; on grating road
No , the yellow sheaf
In every vale for t owed:
For tures meads, the milky udder ?owed.
Semblance, rahey made
Of potters o door:
But life of to me pourtrayed,
And oto allure;
t moor
In barn uplighted, and companions boon
ell met from far h revelry secure,
In dept glade, when jocund June
Rolled fast along the sky his warm and genial moon.
But ill it suited me, in journey dark
Oer moor and mountain, midnig to ch;
to chful bark.
Or iptoe at ted latch;
tern, and tch,
tle shrill,
And ear still busy on its nigch,
ere not for me, broughing ill;
Besides, on griefs so fress ill.
could I do, unaided and unblest?
Poor Fathine:
And kindred of dead best
Small er marriage such as mine,
ittle kindness o me incline.
Ill oil or service ?t:
itears w could con?ne,
By ful
.
I lived upon the ?elds,
And oft of cruelty the sky accused;
On general bounty yields,
Noterly refused,
ten used:
But, s my peace ruth
Is, t I have my inner self abused,
Foregone t of constant truth,
And clear and open soul, so prized in fearless youth.
ten have I viewd,
In tears, to country tend
lost all its fortitude:
And noeps I bend--
Oell me whly friend
urned away,
As if because ale an end
S;--because so say
Of t perpetual weig lay.
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