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O sweeter than the Marriage-feast,
'Tis sweeter far to me To walk together to the Kirk
With a goodly company.
To walk together to the Kirk
And all together pray, While each to his great father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends,
And Youths, and Maidens gay.
Farewell, farewell ! but this I tell
To thee, thou wedding-guest! He prayeth well who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast.
He prayeth best who loveth best
All things both great and small : For the dear God, who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.
The Mariner, whose eye is bright,
Whose beard with age is hoar,
Turn'd from the bridegroom's door,
He went, like one that hath been stunn'd
And is of sense forlorn :
A sadder and a wiser man
He rose the morrow morn.
Written a few miles above TINTERN ABBEY, on revisiting the banks of the WYE during a Tour.
July 13, 1798.
Five years have passed; five summers, with the length
* The river is not affected by the tides a few miles above Tintern.
Which, at this season, with their unripe fruits,
Though absent long,