He tracks her motions, quick or slow, The more I looked, I wondered moreAnd, while I scanned them o'er and o'er, Some inward trouble suddenly Broke from the Matron's strong black eye- A flash of something over-bright! My thoughts;-she told in pensive strain So be it !—but let praise ascend XIV "FLY, SOME KIND HARBINGER, TO GRASMERE-DALE!" This was actually composed the last day of our tour between Dalston and Grasmere. FLY, some kind Harbinger, to Grasmeredale! Say that we come, and come by this day's light; Fly upon swiftest wing round field and height, But chiefly let one Cottage hear the tale ; And from that Infant's face let joy appear; While we have wandered over wood and wild Smile on his Mother now with bolder cheer. XV THE BLIND HIGHLAND BOY A TALE TOLD BY THE FIRE-SIDE, AFTER RETURNING TO THE VALE OF GRASMERE The story was told me by George Mackereth, for many years parish-clerk of Grasmere. He had been an eye-witness of the occurrence. The vessel in reality was a washing-tub, which the little fellow had met with on the shore of the Loch. Now we are tired of boisterous joy, There! take your seat, and let me see A poor blind Highland Boy. A Highland Boy!-why call him so? He ne'er had seen one earthly sight And yet he neither drooped nor pined, His Mother, too, no doubt, above And proud she was of heart, when, clad Went hand in hand with her. But hark! a gratulating voice, see That he is safe at last. And then, when he was brought to land, And in the general joy of heart But most of all, his Mother dear, She led him home, and wept amain, Thus, after he had fondly braved And in the lonely Highland dell NOTE. It is recorded in Dampier's Voyages, that a boy, son of the captain of a Man-of-War, seated himself in a Turtle-shell, and floated in it from the shore to his father's ship, which lay at anchor at the distance of half a mile. In deference to the opinion of a Friend, I have substituted such a shell for the less elegant vessel in which my blind Voyager did actually entrust himself to the dangerous current of Loch Leven, as was related to me by an eye-witness. With words of apprehension and despair: While tens of thousands, thinking on the affray, Men unto whom sufficient for the day Are cheerful as the rising sun in May. Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath; That virtue and the faculties within ENGLAND! THE TIME IS COME WHEN THOU SHOULD'ST WEAN" ENGLAND! the time is come when thou should'st wean Thy heart from its emasculating food; seen Fair seed-time, better harvest might have been But for thy trespasses; and, at this day, step between. England! all nations in this charge agree: But worse, more ignorant in love and hate, Far-far more abject, is thine Enemy: Therefore the wise pray for thee, though the freight Of thy offences be a heavy weight: Oh grief that Earth's best hopes rest all with Thee! 1803. OCTOBER 1803 WHEN, looking on the present ace of things, I see one Man, of men the meanest too! IN THE PASS OF KILLICRANKY An invasion being expected, October 1803. SIX thousand veterans practised in war's game, Tried men, at Killicranky were arrayed Against an equal host that wore the plaid, Shepherds and herdsmen.-Like a whirlwind came The Highlanders, the slaughter spread like flame; And Garry, thundering down his mountainroad, Was stopped, and could not breathe beneath the load Of the dead bodies. -'Twas a day of shame For them whom precept and the pedantry Of cold mechanic battle do enslave. |