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Field of death, where'er thou be,

Groan thou with our victory!

Happy day, and mighty hour,

When our Shepherd, in his power,

Mailed and horsed, with lance and sword,

To his Ancestors restored,

Like a re-appearing Star,

Like a glory from afar,

First shall head the Flock of War!"

Alas! the fervent Harper did not know
That for a tranquil Soul the Lay was framed,
Who, long compelled in humble walks to go,
Was softened into feeling, soothed, and tamed.

Love had he found in huts where poor Men lie, His daily Teachers had been Woods and Rills, The silence that is in the starry sky,

The sleep that is among the lonely hills.

In him the savage Virtue of the Race,
Revenge, and all ferocious thoughts were dead :
Nor did he change; but kept in lofty place

The wisdom which adversity had bred.



Glad were the Vales, and every cottage hearth;

The Shepherd Lord was honoured more and more : And, ages after he was laid in earth,

"The Good Lord Clifford" was the name he bore.


YES! full surely 'twas the Echo,

Solitary, clear, profound,

Answering to Thee, shouting Cuckoo!

Giving to thee Sound for Sound.

Unsolicited reply

To a babbling wanderer sent;

Like her ordinary cry,

Like-but oh how different!

Hears not also mortal Life?

Hear not we, unthinking Creatures!

Slaves of Folly, Love, or Strife,

Voices of two different Natures?

Have not We too?-Yes we have

Answers, and we know not whence;

Echoes from beyond the grave,

Recognized intelligence?

Such within ourselves we hear
Oft-times, ours though sent from far;
Listen, ponder, hold them dear;

For of God, of God they are!




OH! pleasant exercise of hope and joy!

For mighty were the Auxiliars, which then stood
Upon our side, we who were strong in love!
Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,

But to be young was very heaven!-Oh! times,
In which the meagre, stale, forbidding ways

Of custom, law, and statute, took at once

The attraction of a country in Romance!
When Reason seemed the most to assert her rights,
When most intent on making of herself

* This, and the Extract, vol. I. page 44, and the first Piece of this Class, are from the unpublished Poem of which some account is given in the Preface to the ExCURSION.

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