So by th' insulted Female's name he Self-questioned in her sleep; and some

Mixed with such feelings, as perplex the And dearer was the mother for the

But a green mountain variously up- Muttering brow-bent, at unwatched dispiled,

Where o'er the jutting rocks soft mosses

creep,

tance lag;

Till high o'er head his beckoning friend appears,

Or coloured lichens with slow oosing And from the forehead of the topmost

And, 'mid the summer torrent's gentle That shadowing Pine its old romantic

dash

Dance brightened the red clusters of the

ash;

limbs,

Which latest shall detain the enamoured sight

Beneath whose boughs, by those still Seen from below, when eve the valley

The adventurous toil, and up the path Ah! dearest youth! it were a

sublime Now lead, now follow the glad landscape round,

:

Wide and more wide, increasing without bound!

divine

lot

To cheat our noons in moralising

mood,

While west-winds fanned our temples toil-bedewed:

Then downwards slope, oft pausing,

from the mount,

To some lone mansion, in some woody

dale,

Where smiling with blue eye, Domestic

Bliss

Our hopes, our knowledge, and our joys THE piteous sobs that choke the virgin's

If droops the soaring youth with slacken'd Thy Burns, and Nature's own beloved

The harp which hangeth high between (If mass there be, fantastic guess or ghost)

Man's free and stirring spirit that lies Of atoms numberless, each organized; 40