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eyes been open upon the busy world of spirits , that we may see , at first dimly , but continually with a stronger evidence , under what aspect all things shall at length appear when the last film shall melt away . What benignity breathes from even the outward forms I look upon , —the churchyard , where repose abides in the topmost boughs of the trees as well as on the tombs in their shade ;—in the fields , where no passenger comes to break the Sabbath stillness;—in the sea , where a hundred vessels lie becalmed , as if to
admonish the troubled spirit in which anxious thoughts are tossing to and fro ! " I will give thee rest , '' saith the gospel . " I will tend thy rest , " saith the same voice , speaking through nature . —I am at rest ; nature shall tend my rest . I will go forth ; and beneath the shadow of the fragrant limes , within hearing of the lapsing sea , and where human consolations are offered so that I can accept them , —unobtrusively , in the congregated epitaphs , —I will pay the worship meet for this Sabbath of the soul .
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A Lay of Spring . £ 73
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A LAY OF SPRING .
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Thou rambling bee ! that hum of thine Sounds sweet to listless ears like mine—Sweet as " the whisper of the pine , " * To him , whose dreams Gave back , on Nilus' banks divine , His Doric streams : The streams of distant Sicily ,
Reflecting still their splendid sky ; Or shadowing forests dusk and high ,
In whose deep heart Immortal things seem'd to shoot by , The gloom athwart . Oh that , in this , my hour of need , I could rebind thy loosen'd reed , Re-weave the same " ethereal brede , " -f " Sicilian Burns!—Be mine the wild-flower and the weed , The worldling spurns .
What , humming still ? Perchance of old , When , on some thyme-bank careless rolPd , Half-wrapp'd in slumber's mantle-fold ,
The poet lay , Thy ancestor , thou murmurer bold , Thus buzz'd away . And yet , methinks that both thy song And sense , my friend , are somewhat wrong :
• ' ASij t » to yf / iBvp « r } acc teat oi isiTvq , cc » 9 roX « , Tqya , &e . Thecfcritus , Id . i . / . 1 t " With brede ethereal wove . " — Collins .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), June 2, 1831, page 373, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2598/page/13/
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