The Enfolded Prelude: Book Fourteenth

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    In one of these excursions, travelling thenthose excursions (may they ne'er
    Through Wales on foot and Fade from remembrance!) through the Northern tracts
    Of Cambria ranging
with a youthful friend,
    I left Bethkelet's Bethgelert's huts at couching-time,
    And westward took my way way, to see the sun
    Rise Rise, from the top of Snowdon. Having reachedTo the door
    The Of a rude cottage at the mountain's foot, we therebase
    Rouzed up We came, and roused the shepherd who by ancient rightattends
    Of office is the The adventurous stranger's usual guide,steps, a trusty guide;
    And after Then, cheered by short refreshment refreshment, sallied forth.
    It was a summer's night, a close warm close, warm, breezeless summer night,
    Wan, dull, and glaring, with a dripping mistfog
    Low-hung and thick that covered all the sky,
    Half threatening storm and rain; but on we went
    Unchecked, being full of heart and having faith
    In our tried pilot. Little could But, undiscouraged, we see,began to climb
    Hemmed round on every side with fog and damp,The mountain-side. The mist soon girt us round,
    And, after ordinary travellers' chattalk
    With our conductor, silently pensively we sunksank
    Each into commerce with his private thoughts.thoughts:
    Thus did we breast the ascent, and by myself
    Was nothing either seen or heard the whilethat checked
    Which took me from my musings, Those musings or diverted, save that once
    The shepherd's cur did to his own great joylurcher, who, among the crags,
    Unearth Had to his joy unearthed a hedgehog in the mountain-crags,hedgehog, teased
    Round which he made a barking His coiled-up prey with barkings turbulent.
    This small adventure adventure, for even such it seemed
    In that wild place and at the dead of night—
    Being over and forgotten, on we wound
    In silence as before.
    Being over and forgotten, on we wound
    In silence as before.
With forehead bent
    Earthward, as if in opposition set
    Against an enemy, I panted up
    With eager pace, and no less eager thoughts,thoughts.
    Thus might we wear perhaps an a midnight hour away,
    Ascending at loose distance each from each,
    And I, as chanced, the foremost of the band—
    When at my feet the ground appeared to brighten,
    And with a step or two seemed brighter still;
    Nor had I time to ask the cause of this,
    For instantly a light upon the turf
    Fell like a flash. I looked about, and lo,
    The moon stood naked in the heavens When at heightmy feet the ground appeared to brighten,
    Immense above my head, and on And with a step or two seemed brighter still;
    Nor was time given to ask or learn
the shorecause,
    For instantly a light upon the turf
    Fell like a flash, and lo! as
I found myself of looked up,
    The Moon hung naked in
a huge sea of mist,firmament
    Which meek Of azure without cloud, and silent rested at my feet.feet
    Rested a silent sea of hoary mist.
A hundred hills their dusky backs upheaved
    All over this still ocean, ocean; and beyond,
    Far, far beyond, the solid vapours shot themselvesstretched,
    In headlands, tongues, and promontory shapes,
    Into the sea, the real sea, main Atlantic, that seemedappeared
    To dwindle dwindle, and give up its his majesty,
    Usurped upon as far as the sight could reach.
    Meanwhile, Not so the moon looked down upon this shewethereal vault; encroachment none
    In single glory, and we stood, Was there, nor loss; only the mistinferior stars
    Touching our very feet; and from the shoreHad disappeared, or shed a fainter light
    At distance not In the third part clear presence of a milethe full-orbed Moon,
    Was a blue chasm, a fracture in Who, from her sovereign elevation, gazed
the vapour,billowy ocean, as it lay
    A deep All meek and gloomy breathing-place, silent, save that through whicha rift—
    Not distant from the shore whereon we stood,
    A fixed, abysmal, gloomy, breathing-place—
    Mounted the roar of waters, torrents, streams
    Innumerable, roaring with one voice!
    Heard over earth and sea, and, in that hour,
    For so it seemed, felt by the starry heavens.

    Mounted the roar When into air had partially dissolved
    That vision, given to spirits
of waters, torrents, steamsthe night
    Innumerable, roaring with one voice.And three chance human wanderers, in calm thought
    The universal spectacle throughoutReflected, it appeared to me the type
    Was shaped for admiration Of a majestic intellect, its acts
    And its possessions, what it has
and delight,craves,
    Grand What in itself alone, but in that breachit is, and would become.
    Through which There I beheld the homeless voice emblem of waters rose,a mind
    That dark deep thoroughfare, had Nature lodged
    The soul, the imagination of the whole.
    A meditation rose in me
feeds upon infinity, that nightbroods
    Upon the lonely mountain when Over the scene
    Had passed away, and it appeared
dark abyss, intent to mehear
    The perfect image of a mighty mind,Its voices issuing forth to silent light
    Of In one that feeds upon infinity,continuous stream; a mind sustained
    That is exalted by an under-presence,By recognitions of transcendent power,
    The In sense of God, or whatsoe'er is dimconducting to ideal form,
    Or vast in its own being above all,In soul of more than mortal privilege.
    One function function, above all, of such mind had Nature therea mind
    Exhibited Had Nature shadowed there, by putting forth, and thatforth,
    With circumstance most 'Mid circumstances awful and sublime:sublime,
    That mutual domination which she oftentimesloves
    Exerts To exert upon the outward face of outward things,
    So moulds them, and endues, abstracts, combines,
    Or by abrupt and unhabitual influence
    Doth make one object
moulded, joined, abstracted, so impress itselfendowed
    Upon all others, and pervades them so,With interchangeable supremacy,
    That even the grossest minds must see and hear,men, least sensitive, see, hear, perceive,
    And cannot chuse choose but feel. The power power, which theseall
    Acknowledge when thus moved, which Nature thus
    Thrusts forth upon the senses, To bodily sense exhibits, is the express
    Resemblance in the fullness of its strength
    Made visible a genuine counterpart
    And brother of the
that glorious faculty
    Which That higher minds bear with them as their own.
    This is the very spirit in which they deal
    With all the objects whole compass of the universe:
    They from their native selves can send abroad
    Like transformation, Kindred mutations; for themselves create
    A like existence, existence; and, when'er whene'er it isdawns
    Created for them, catch it it, or are caught
    By its inevitable mastery,
    Like angels stopped upon the wing
by an instinct.sound
    Of harmony from Heaven's remotest spheres.
Them the enduring and the transient both
    Serve to exalt. They exalt; they build up greatest things
    From least suggestions, suggestions; ever on the watch,
    Willing to work and to be wrought upon.upon,
    They need not extraordinary calls
    To rouze them rouse them; in a world of life they live,
    By sensible impressions not enthralled,
    But quickened, rouzed, and by their quickening impulse made thereby more fitprompt
    To hold communion fit converse with the invisible world.spiritual world,
    And with the generations of mankind
    Spread over time, past, present, and to come,
    Age after age, till Time shall be no more.
Such minds are truly from the Deity,
    For they are powers; Powers; and hence the highest bliss
    That flesh can be known know is theirs the consciousness
    Of whom Whom they are, habitually infused
    Through every image, image and through every thought,
    And all impressions; hence religion, faith,affections by communion raised
    And From earth to heaven, from human to divine;
endless occupation for the soul,Soul,
    Whether discursive or intuitive;
    Hence sovereignty within and peace at will,cheerfulness for acts of daily life,
    Emotion Emotions which best foresight need not fear,
    Most worthy then of trust when most intense;intense.
    Hence chearfulness in every act Hence, amid ills that vex and wrongs that crush
    Our hearts if here the words
of life;Holy Writ
    Hence truth in May with fit reverence be applied that peace
    Which passeth understanding, that repose
moral judgements; and delightjudgments which from this pure source
    That fails not, Must come, or will by man be sought in the external universe.vain.
    Oh, Oh! who is he that hath his whole life long
    Preserved, enlarged, this freedom in himself?
    For this alone is genuine liberty,
    Witness, ye solitudes, where I received
    My earliest visitations (careless then
    Of what was given me), and where now I roam,
    A meditative, oft a suffering man,
    And yet I trust with undiminished powers;
    Witness whatever falls my better mind,
    Revolving with the accidents of life,
    May have sustained that, howsoe'er misled,
    I never in the quest of right and wrong
    Did tamper with myself from private aims;
    Nor was in any of my hopes the dupe
    Of selfish passions; nor did wilfully
    Yield ever to mean cares and low pursuits;
    But rather did with jealousy shrink back
    From every combination that might aid
    The tendency, too potent in itself,
    Of habit to enslave the mind I mean
    Oppress it by the laws of vulgar sense,
    And substitute a universe of death,
    The falsest of all worlds, in place of that
    Which is divine and true.

    For this alone is genuine liberty:
    Where is the favoured being who hath held
    That course unchecked, unerring, and untired,
    In one perpetual progress smooth and bright?—
    A humbler destiny have we retraced,
    And told of lapse and hesitating choice,
    And backward wanderings along thorny ways:
    Yet compassed round by mountain solitudes,
    Within whose solemn temple I received
    My earliest visitations, careless then
    Of what was given me; and which now I range,
    A meditative, oft a suffering, man—
    Do I declare in accents which, from truth
    Deriving cheerful confidence, shall blend
    Their modulation with these vocal streams—
    That, whatsoever falls my better mind,
    Revolving with the accidents of life,
    May have sustained, that, howsoe'er misled,
    Never did I, in quest of right and wrong,
    Tamper with conscience from a private aim;
    Nor was in any public hope the dupe
    Of selfish passions; nor did ever yield
    Wilfully to mean cares or low pursuits,
    But shrunk with apprehensive jealousy
    From every combination which might aid
    The tendency, too potent in itself,
    Of use and custom to bow down the soul
    Under a growing weight of vulgar sense,
    And substitute a universe of death
    For that which moves with light and life informed,
    Actual, divine, and true.
To fear and lovelove,
    (To To love as first prime and chief, for there fear ends)ends,
    Be this ascribed, ascribed; to early intercourseintercourse,
    In presence of sublime and lovely formsor beautiful forms,
    With the adverse principles of pain and joy—
    Evil as one is rashly named by those
    Who know not what they say. From love, for here
    Do we begin and end, all grandeur comes,
    Evil as one is rashly named by men
    Who know not what they speak. By love subsists

    All truth and beauty from lasting grandeur, by pervading lovelove;
    That gone, we are as dust. Behold the fields
    In balmy springtime, spring-time full of rising flowers
    And happy joyous creatures; see that pair, the lamb
    And the lamb's mother, and their tender ways
    Shall touch thee to the heart; in thou callest this love,
    And not inaptly so, for love it is,
    Far as it carries thee. In
some green bower
    Rest, and be not alone, but have thou there
    The one One who is thy choice of all the worldworld:
    There linger, lulled, and lost, and rapt away—
    Be happy to thy fill; thou call'st this love,
    And so it is, but there is higher love
    Than this, a love that comes into the heart
    With awe and a diffusive sentiment.
listening, gazing, with delight
    Thy love is human merely: Impassioned, but delight how pitiable!
this proceedslove by a still higher love
    More Be hallowed, love that breathes not without awe;
    Love that adores, but on the knees of prayer,
    By heaven inspired; that frees
from chains the brooding soul, and is divine.soul,
    Lifted, in union with the purest, best,
    Of earth-born passions, on the wings of praise
    Bearing a tribute to the Almighty's Throne.
This love more intellectual cannot bespiritual Love acts not nor can exist
    Without imagination, which Imagination, which, in truthtruth,
    Is but another name for absolute strengthpower
    And clearest insight, amplitude of mind,
    And reason Reason in her most exalted mood.
    This faculty hath been the moving soulfeeding source
    Of our long labour: we have traced the stream
    From darkness, and the very place of birth
    In its
blind cavern, cavern whence is faintly heard
    The sound of waters; Its natal murmur; followed it to light
    And open day, day; accompanied its course
    Among the ways of Nature, afterwardsfor a time
    Lost sight of it bewildered and engulphed,engulphed;
    Then given it greeting as it rose once more
    With In strength, reflecting in from its solemn placid breast
    The works of man, man and face of human life;
    And lastly, from its progress have we drawn
    The feeling of Faith in life endless, the one sustaining thought
    By which we live, infinity Of human Being, Eternity, and God.
    Imagination having been our theme,
    So also hath that intellectual love,Love,
    For they are each in each, and cannot stand
    Dividually. Here must thou be, O man,Man!
    Strength Power to thyself thyself; no helper Helper hast thou herehere;
    Here keepest thou in singleness thy individual state:
    No other can divide with thee this work,work:
    No secondary hand can intervene
    To fashion this ability. 'T is ability; 'tis thine,
    The prime and vital principle is thine
    In the recesses of thy nature, far
    From any reach of outward fellowship,
    Else 'tis is not thine at all. But joy to him,
    O, Oh, joy to him who here hath sown sown, hath laid
    Here Here, the foundations foundation of his future years—
    For all that friendship, all that love can do,
    All that a darling countenance can look
    Or dear voice utter, to complete the man,
    Perfect him, made imperfect in himself,
    All shall be his. And
    For all that friendship, all that love can do,
    All that a darling countenance can look
    Or dear voice utter, to complete the man,
    Perfect him, made imperfect in himself,
    All shall be his: and
he whose soul hath risen
    Up to the height of feeling intellect
    Shall want no humbler tenderness, tenderness; his heart
    Be tender as a nursing mother's heart;
    Of female softness shall his life be full,
    Of little loves humble cares and delicate desires,
    Mild interests and gentlest sympathies.
    Child of my parents, sister parents! Sister of my soul,soul!
    Elsewhere Thanks in sincerest verse have strains of gratitude been breathedelsewhere
    To thee Poured out for all the early tenderness
    Which I from thee imbibed. And true it isimbibed: and 'tis most true
    That later seasons owned owed to thee no less;
    For, spite of thy sweet influence and the touch
    Of other kindred hands that opened outout the springs
    The springs of tender Of genial thought in infancy,childhood, and in spite
    And spite of Of all which singly that unassisted I had watched
    Of elegance, and each minuter charm
    In Nature life or in life, still nature of those charms minute
    That win their way into the heart by stealth
to the last—
    Even to the very going-out of youth,
    The period which our story now hath reached—
    I too exclusively esteemed that love,
    And sought that beauty, which as Milton sings
    Hath terror in it.
very going-out of youth)
    I too exclusively esteemed 'that' love,
    And sought 'that' beauty, which, as Milton sings,
    Hath terror in it.
Thou didst soften down
    This over-sternness; but for thee, sweet friend,dear Friend!
    My soul, too reckless of mild grace, had beenstood
    Far longer what by Nature In her original self too confident,
    Retained too long a countenance severe;
    A rock with torrents roaring, with the clouds
    Familiar, and a favourite of the stars:
    But thou didst plant its crevices with flowers,
it was framed—
    Longer retained its countenance severe
    A rock with torrents roaring, with the clouds
    Familiar, and a favorite of the stars;
    But thou didst plant its crevices with flowers,
    Hang it with shrubs that twinkle in the breeze,
    And teach the little birds to build their nests
    And warble in its chambers.
with shrubs that twinkle in the breeze,
    And teach the little birds to build their nests
    And warble in its chambers.
At a time
    When Nature, destined to remain so long
    Foremost in my affections, had fallen back
    Into a second place, well pleased to bebecome
    A handmaid to a nobler than herself—
    When every day brought with it some new sense
    Of exquisite regard for common things,
    And all the earth was budding with these gifts
    Of more refined humanity—thy breath,
    Dear sister, was a kind of gentler spring
    That went before my steps.
    ColeridgeWhen every day brought with it some new sense
    Of exquisite regard for common things,
    And all the earth was budding with these gifts
    Of more refined humanity, thy breath,
    Dear Sister! was a kind of gentler spring
    That went before my steps. Thereafter came
    One whom with thee friendship had early paired;
    She came, no more a phantom to adorn
    A moment, but an inmate of the heart,
    And yet a spirit, there for me enshrined
    To penetrate the lofty and the low;
    Even as one essence of pervading light
    Shines, in the brightest of ten thousand stars
    And the meek worm that feeds her lonely lamp
    Couched in the dewy grass.
With such a themetheme,
    Coleridge! with this my argument argument, of thee
    Shall I be silent? O most loving soul,capacious Soul!
    Placed on this earth to love and understand,
    And from thy presence shed the light of love,
    Shall I be mute mute, ere thou be spoken of?
    Thy gentle spirit kindred influence to my heart of hearts
    Did also find its way; and way. Thus fear relaxed
    Her overweening grasp;
thus thoughts and things
the lifeself-haunting spirit learned to take
    Of all things More rational proportions; mystery,
    The incumbent mystery of sense
and the mighty unitysoul,
    In all which we behold, Of life and feel, death, time and are,eternity,
    Admitted more habitually a mild
    Interposition, closelier gathering thoughtsInterposition a serene delight
    Of man and his concerns, In closelier gathering cares, such as become
    A human creature, be he who he may,howsoe'er endowed,
    Poet, or destined to an for a humbler name;
    And so the deep enthusiastic joy,
    The rapture of the hallelujah sent
    From all that breathes and is, was chastened, stemmed,stemmed
    And balanced, balanced by a reason which indeedpathetic truth, by trust
    Is In hopeful reason, duty, leaning on the stay
    Of Providence;
and pathetic truth—
    And God and man divided, as they ought,
    Between them the great system of the world,
    Where man is sphered, and which God animates.
in reverence for duty,
    Here, if need be, struggling with storms, and there
    Strewing in peace life's humblest ground with herbs,
    At every season green, sweet at all hours.
And now, O friend, Friend! this history is brought
    To its appointed close: the discipline
    And consummation of the poet's minda Poet's mind,
    In every thing everything that stood most prominentprominent,
    Have faithfully been pictured. We pictured; we have reached
    The time, which was our time (our guiding object from the first,first)
    When we may (not may, not presumptuously, I hope)hope,
    Suppose my powers so far confirmed, and such
    My knowledge, as to make me capable
    Of building up a work Work that should shall endure.
    Yet much hath been omitted, as need was—
    Of books how much! and even of the other wealth
    Which is collected among woods and fields,
    Far more. For Nature's secondary grace,
    Of books how much! and even of the other wealth
That outward illustration which is hers,collected among woods and fields,
    Far more: for Nature's secondary grace
Hath hitherto been barely touched upon:upon,
    The charm more superficial, and yet sweet,
    Which from her works finds way, contemplated
superficial that attends
    As Her works, as they hold forth a genuine counterpartpresent to Fancy's choice
    And softening mirror Apt illustrations of the moral world.
    Yes, having tracked the main essential power—
    Imagination up her way sublime,
    In turn might fancy also be pursued
    Through all her transmigrations, till she too
    Was purified, had learned to ply her craft
    By judgement steadied. Then might we return,
    And in the rivers and the groves behold
    Another face, might hear them from all sides
    Calling upon the more instructed mind
    To link their images Caught at a glance, or traced with subtle skillcurious pains.
    Sometimes, Finally, and by elaborate research—
    With forms and definite appearances
    Of human life, presenting them sometimes
    To the involuntary sympathy
    Of our internal being, satisfied
    And soothed with a conception of delight
    Where meditation cannot come, which thought
    Could never heighten. Above
above all, how muchO Friend! (I speak
    Still nearer to ourselves With due regret) how much is overlooked
    In human nature and that marvellous worldher subtle ways,
    As studied first in my our own heart, hearts, and then
    In life, life among the passions of mankindmankind,
    And qualities commixed Varying their composition and modifiedtheir hue,
    By Where'er we move, under the infinite varieties and shadesdiverse shapes
    Of That individual character. Hereincharacter presents
    It was for me (this justice bids me say)To an attentive eye. For progress meet,
    No useless preparation to have beenAlong this intricate and difficult path,
    The pupil Whate'er was wanting, something had I gained,
    As one
of a public school, and forcedmany schoolfellows compelled,
    In hardy independence independence, to stand up
    Among Amid conflicting passions interests, and the shock
    Of various tempers, tempers; to endure and note
    What was not understood, though known to be—
    Among the mysteries of love and hate,
    Honour and shame, looking to right and left,
    Unchecked by innocence too delicate,
    And moral notions too intolerant,
    Sympathies too contracted.
    Among the mysteries of love and hate,
    Honour and shame, looking to right and left,
    Unchecked by innocence too delicate,
    And moral notions too intolerant,
    Sympathies too contracted.
Hence, when called
    To take a station among men, the step
    Was easier, the transition more secure,
    More profitable also; for for, the mind
    Learns from such timely exercise to keep
    In wholesome separation the two natures.—
    The one that feels, the other that observes.
    Let The one that feels, the other that observes.
    Yet one
word more of personal circumstance
    Not needless, as it seems be added here.
    Since I withdrew unwillingly from France,
    The story hath demanded less regard
    To time and place; and where
I lived and how,
    Hath been no longer scrupulously marked.
    Three years, until a permanent abode
    Received me with that sister of my heart
    Who ought by rights the dearest to have been
    Conspicuous through this biographic verse—
    Star seldom utterly concealed from view—
    I led an undomestic wanderer's life.
led an undomestic wanderer's life,
    In London chiefly was my home, and thence
    Excursively, as personal friendships, chance
    Or inclination led, or slender means
    Gave leave,
harboured, whence I roamed about from place to place,roamed,
    Tarrying at will in many a pleasant nooks, wherever found,spot
    Through England or through Wales. Of rural England's cultivated vales
    Or Cambrian solitudes.
A youthyouth (he bore
    The name of Calvert; Calvert it shall live, if words
    Of mine can give it life without respect
    To prejudice or custom, having hope
life,) in firm belief
    That I had some endowments by which goodendowments not from me withheld
    Might Good might be promoted, furthered in his last decay
    From his own family withdrawing part
    Of no redundant patrimony, did
By a bequest sufficient for my needs
    Enable Enabled me to pause for choice, and walk
    he bore
At large and unrestrained, nor damped too soon
    By mortal cares. Himself no poet, Poet, yet
    Far less a common spirit follower of the world,
    He deemed that my pursuits and labors labours lay
    Apart from all that leads to wealth, or even
    Perhaps to A necessary maintenance,maintenance insures,
    Without some hazard to the finer sense,sense;
    He cleared a passage for me, and the stream
    Flowed in the bent of Nature.
    Having now
    Told what best merits mention, further pains
    Our present labour purpose seems not to require,
    And I have other tasks. Call back Recall to mind
    The mood in which this poem labour was begun,
    O friend the Friend! The termination of my course
    Is nearer now, much nearer, nearer; yet even thenthen,
    In that distraction and intense desiredesire,
    I said unto the life which I had lived,
    'Where Where art thou? Hear I not a voice from thee
    Which 'tis reproach to hear?' hear? Anon I rose
    As if on wings, and saw beneath me stretched
    Vast prospect of the world which I had been,been
    And was; and hence this song, which Song, which, like a larklark,
    I have protracted, in the unwearied heavens
    Singing, and often with more plaintive voice
    Attempered to the sorrows of To earth attempered and her deep-drawn sighs,
    Yet centring all in love, and in
the earth—
    Yet centring all in love, and in the end
    All gratulant if rightly understood.
    All gratulant, if rightly understood.
Whether to me shall be allotted life,
    And And, with life life, power to accomplish aught of worthworth,
    Sufficient to excuse me in men's sightThat will be deemed no insufficient plea
    For having given this record the story of myself,
    Is all uncertain, uncertain: but, beloved friend,Friend!
    When When, looking back back, thou seest, in clearer view
    Than any sweetest liveliest sight of yesterday,
    That summer when on summer, under whose indulgent skies,
    Upon smooth
Quantock's grassy hillsairy ridge we roved
    Far ranging, and among the Unchecked, or loitered 'mid her sylvan coombs,combs,
    Thou in delicious bewitching words, with happy heart,
    Didst speak chaunt the vision of that ancient man,Ancient Man,
    The bright-eyed Mariner, and rueful woes
    Didst utter of the Lady Christabel;
    And I, associate in with such labour, walkedsteeped
    In soft forgetfulness the livelong hours,
Murmuring of him, who him who, joyous haphap, was found,
    After the perils of his moonlight ride,
    Near the loud waterfall, waterfall; or her who sate
    In misery near the miserable thorn;
    When thou dost to that summer turn thy thoughts,
    And hast before thee all which then we were,
    To thee, in memory of that happiness,
    It will be known by thee at least, my friend,
    Felt that the history of a poet's mind
    Is labour not unworthy of regard:
    To thee the work shall justify itself.
    was found,
    When thou dost to that summer turn thy thoughts,
    And hast before thee all which then we were,
    To thee, in memory of that happiness,
    It will be known, by thee at least, my Friend!
    Felt, that the history of a Poet's mind
    Is labour not unworthy of regard;
    To thee the work shall justify itself.

    The last and later portions of this gift
    Which I for thee design have Have been preparedprepared, not with the buoyant spirits
    In times which have from those wherein That were our daily portion when we first
    Together wandered wantoned in wild poesy
    Differed thus far, that they have been, my friend,
    Times of much sorrow, But, under pressure of a private griefgrief,
    Keen and enduring, which the frame of mindmind and heart,
    That in this meditative history
    Hath Have been described, more deeply makes laid open, needs must make me feel,feel
    Yet likewise hath enabled More deeply, yet enable me to bear
    More firmly; and a comfort now, a hope,
    One of the dearest which this life can give,
now hath risen
    Is mine: From hope that thou art near, and wilt be soon
    Restored to us in renovated health—
    When, after the first mingling of our tears,
    'Mong other consolations, we may find
    Some pleasure from this offering of my love.
    Oh, When, after the first mingling of our tears,
    'Mong other consolations, we may draw
    Some pleasure from this offering of my love.
yet a few short years of useful life,
    And all will be complete complete, thy race be run,
    Thy monument of glory will be raised.raised;
    Then, though too (too weak to tread the ways of truth,truth)
    This age fall back to old idolatry,
    Though men return to servitude as fast
    As the tide ebbs, to ignominy and shameshame,
    By nations nations, sink together, we shall still
    Find solace in the knowledge which knowing what we have,have learnt to know,
    Blessed with Rich in true happiness if we may allowed to be
    United helpers forward of Faithful alike in forwarding a day
    Of firmer trust, joint labourers in the work
    Should Providence such grace to us vouchsafe—
    Of their redemption, surely yet to come.

    (Should Providence such grace to us vouchsafe)
    Of their deliverance, surely yet to come.
Prophets of Nature, we to them will speak
    A lasting inspiration, sanctified
    By reason and reason, blest by truth; faith: what we have lovedloved,
    Others will love, and we may will teach them how:how;
    Instruct them how the mind of man becomes
    A thousand times more beautiful than the earth
    On which he dwells, above this frame of things
    (Which, 'mid all revolutions revolution in the hopes
    And fears of men, doth still remain unchanged)
    In beauty exalted, as it is itself
    Of substance quality and of fabric more divine.