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A little Cyclops, with one eye

Staring to threaten and defy,

That thought comes next—and instantly

The freak is over,
The shape will vanish, and behold!
A silver Shield with boss of gold,
That spreads itself, some Faery bold

In fight to cover.

I see thee glittering from afar;
And then thou art a pretty Star,
Not quite so fair as many are

In heaven above thee!
Yet like a star, with glittering crest,
Self-poised in air thou seems't to rest; —
May peace come never to his nest,

Who shall reprove thee!

Sweet Flower! for by that name at last,
When all my reveries are past,
I call thee, and to that cleave fast,

Sweet silent Creature!
That breath'st with me in sun and air,
Do thou, as thou art wont, repair
My heart with gladness, and a share

Of thy meek nature!


Bright Flower, whose home is every where 1
A Pilgrim bold in Nature's care,
And all the long year through the heir

Of joy or sorrow,
Methinks that there abides in thee
Some concord with humanity,
Given to no other Flower I see

The forest thorough!


Is it that Man is soon deprest?

A thoughtless Thing! who, once unblest,

Does little on his memory rest,

Or on his reason, And Thou would'st teach him how to find A shelter under every wind, A hope for times that are unkind

And every season?

Thou wander'st the wide world about,
Uncheck'd by pride or scrupulous doubt,
With friends to greet thee, or without,

Yet pleased and willing;
Meek, yielding to the occasion's call,
And all things suffering from all,
Thy fnuction apostolical

In peace fulfilling.


Characteristic of a favourite Dog, which belonged to a Friend of the Author.

On his morning rounds the Master
Goes to learn how all things fare;
Searches pasture after pasture,
Sheep and Cattle eyes with care;
And, for silence or for talk,
He hath Comrades in his walk;
Four Dogs, each pair of different breed,
Distinguished two for scent, and two for speed.
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