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porary poets , those at least who deserve the name , those who have any individuality of character , if they are not before their age ., are almost sure to be behind it . An observation curiously verified all over Europe in the present century . Nor let it be
thought disparaging . However urgent may be the necessity for a breaking up of old modes of belief , the most strong-minded and discerning , next to those who head the movement , are generally those who bring up the rear of it . A text on which to dilate would lead us too far from the present subject . Antjquus . *
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724 The Spirit of an Infant to his Mother .
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A VISION . Mother , Fve lain upon thy lulling breast , And felt thy gentle breathing on my brow ; My little frame is in the earth at rest , But my young spirit hovers near thee now . I cannot leave thee , though on ev ' ry beam
A beck ' ning angel hails me from above ; ( Sleep , mother , sleep , I'm with thee in thy dream ;) O e ' en for them I cannot leave thy love , Thou who would ' st murmur to me till I crept Into thy blameLess bosom where I slept . There is my little cot—no tenant now
Presses its pillow—all is still as death ; The night-light gleams like moonbeams on her brow , Her lips apart are rosy with her breath ; Moveless is that white arm on which I ' ve lain , And veil'd that bosom where I us ' d to rest ; See , see a tear from the fair lid has stray'd :
Mother ! sweet mother ! thy young boy is blest , He lies no longer near thy beating heart , But thou and he will ne ' er be far apart . Inform'd with new intelligence , I float On the day ' s ether , and the night star ' s beam ; But , O , rny childhood ' s memory ! I doat With deathless fondness on that faded dream , * This signature is only used to ideutify the authorship of the present article with that of a i > a |> er headed , ' What is Poetry ? ' in a former number of the Repotitory . The writer had a reason for the title ^ when he first adopted it ; but he has discarded it in his later articles , qy giving a partial , and so far a false , notion ot the spirit by which he would wish his thoughts- and writings to be characterised . As Wordsworth says ,
Past and future are the wings On whose support , harmoniously conjoined , Moves the great spirit of human , knowledge ; and though the present as often goes ami *< s for lack of what time and change have deprived us of , as of what they have yet to bring , a title which points only one way ia unsuitable to a writer who attempts to look both ways . la future , when a signature ii employed , it will be th « tingle letter A .
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THE SPIRIT OF AN INFANT TO HIS MOTHER ,
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Oct. 2, 1833, page 724, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2624/page/64/
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