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UPON SEEING A COLOURED DRAWING OF THE BIRD OF
PARADISE IN AN ALBUM.
WHO rashly strove thy Image to portray?
In all her brightness, from the dancing crest
Or in the diver's grasp fetched up from caves
Could imitate for indolent survey,
Perhaps for touch profane,
Plumes that might catch, but cannot keep, a stain; And, with cloud-streaks lightest and loftiest, share The sun's first greeting, his last farewell ray!
Resplendent Wanderer! followed with glad eyes
A holy name-the Bird of Heaven!
The Bird of God! whose blessed will
Over the earth and through the skies
How happy at all seasons, could like aim
On wings that fear no glance of God's pure sight,
Above a world that deems itself most wise
When most enslaved by gross realities!
COMPOSED (TWO EXCEPTED) DURING A TOUR IN SCOTLAND, AND ON THE ENGLISH BORDER, IN THE AUTUMN OF 1831.
SAMUEL ROGERS, ESQ.,
A TESTIMONY OF FRIENDSHIP,
ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF INTELLECTUAL OBLIGATIONS
ARE AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED.
Dec. 11, 1834.
[The following Stanzas are a memorial of a day passed with Sir Walter Scott, and other Friends visiting the Banks of the Yarrow under his guidance, immediately before his departure from Abbotsford, for Naples.
The title Yarrow Revisited will stand in no need of explanation, for Readers acquainted with the Author's previous poerns suggested by that celebrated Stream.]
THE gallant Youth, who may have gained,
Or seeks, a winsome Marrow,'
Was but an Infant in the lap
When first I looked on Yarrow;
Once more, by Newark's Castle-gate
Long left without a warder,
I stood, looked, listened, and with Thee,