All helplessness, all weakness, I On Thee alone for strength depend; Nor have I power from Thee to move; Thy nature and thy Name is Love. Lame as I am, 1 take the prey, Hell, earth, and sin, with ease o'ercome; I leap for joy, pursue my way, And, as a bounding hart, fly home; Through all eternity to prove, Thy nature and thy Name is Love! Charles Wesley. 75 80 PART THE FOURTH. CLXX TO THE CUCKOO. O blithe new-comer! I have heard, O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, While I am lying on the grass, From hill to hill it seems to pass, Though babbling only to the vale Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. 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 school-boy days Which made me look a thousand ways To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; 5 ΙΟ 15 20 And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again. O blessed bird! the earth we pace Again appears to be An unsubstantial, fairy place 25 30 That is fit home for thee! William Wordsworth. CLXXI THE RAINBOW. Triumphal arch that fill'st the sky, Still seem, as to my childhood's sight, 5 For happy spirits to alight, Betwixt the earth and heaven. Can all that optics teach, unfold Thy form to please me so, As when I dreamed of gems and gold ΙΟ When Science from Creation's face What lovely visions yield their place 15 And yet, fair bow, no fabling dreams, Have told why first thy robe of beams 20 When o'er the green undeluged earth, How came the world's gray fathers forth And when its yellow lustre smiled O'er mountains yet untrod, Each mother held aloft her child 25 For, faithful to its sacred page, 50 Thomas Campbell. CLXXII THE COMMON LOT. Once, in the flight of ages past, There lived a man:-and WHO was HE?— That Man resembled thee. Unknown the region of his birth, The land in which he died unknown : That joy and grief, and hope and fear, The bounding pulse, the languid limb, He suffered, but his pangs are o'er; 5 ΙΟ 15 Had friends, his friends are now no more; 20 He loved,—but whom he loved, the grave He saw whatever thou hast seen; 25 |