Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord, Whilst, in the confidence of prayer, For though in dreadful whirls we hung I knew Thou wert not slow to hear, -The storm was laid; the winds retired, The sea that roar'd at Thy command, *75 * 7. Addison WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING. I HEARD a thousand blended notes In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, 28 impotent, unable 1 blended, mixed together 29 laid, stilled 2 reclined, resting 11 faith, belief The birds around me hopp'd and play'd; - But the least motion which they made The budding twigs spread out their fan And I must think, do all I can, If this belief from Heaven be sent, What Man has made of Man? *76* THE RAINBOW W. Wordsworth TRIUMPHAL arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy Still seem, as to my childhood's sight, A midway station given, For happy spirits to alight, Betwixt the earth and heaven. Can all that optics teach, unfold Thy form to please me so, When science from creation's face I arch in remembrance of victory 2 part, clear off 9 optics, laws of sight: unfold, explain 14 enchantment, the poetry of youth 16 laws of matter And yet, fair bow, no fabling dreams, Have told why first thy robe of beams When o'er the green undeluged earth And when its yellow lustre smiled The earth to thee her incense yields, How glorious is thy girdle, cast As fresh in yon horizon dark, For, faithful to its sacred page, That first spoke peace to man. T. Campbell 22 covenant, sign of peace 23 gray fathers, Noah and his family 25 lustre, light 29 incense, swee ness 32 the mushroom springs up after rain 35 mirror'd, reflected * 77 * TO THE CUCKOO. HAIL, beauteous stranger of the grove! What time the daisy decks the green, Delightful visitant, with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet The schoolboy wandering through the wood Starts the new voice of spring to hear, And imitates thy lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom Thou fliest thy vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands, Another spring to hail. Sweet bird thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, O could I fly, I'd fly with thee! We'd make, with joyful wing, 3 the trees are in leaf 6 certain, sure to come 19 a guest who comes every year J. Logan 16 lay, song * 78* TO THE CUCKOO O BLITHE new-comer! I have heard, O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, While I am lying on the grass Though babbling only to the vale Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing A voice, a mystery; The same whom in my schoolboy days I listen'd to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And I can listen to thee yet; That golden time again. 27, 28 till, until I fancy myself young again |