She saw him down the torrent borne; And, while with all a mother's love She from the lofty rocks above Sent forth a cry forlorn, The Lamb, still swimming round and round, Made answer to that plaintive sound. VIII. When he had learnt what thing it was, The Boy recovered heart, and told Both gladly now deferred their task; And there the helpless Lamb he found By those huge rocks encompassed round. IX. He drew it gently from the pool, And brought it forth into the light: The Shepherds met him with his Charge, An unexpected sight! Into their arms the Lamb they took, Said they, "He's neither maimed nor scarred." Then up the steep ascent they hied, And placed him at his Mother's side; Those idle Shepherd-boys upbraid, And bade them better mind their trade. POOR SUSAN At the corner of Wood-street, when day-light appears, There's a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years: Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard 'Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her? She sees Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale, She looks, and her Heart is in heaven: but they fade, INSCRIPTION For the Spot where the HERMITAGE stood on St. Herbert's Island, Derwent-Water. If Thou in the dear love of some one Friend Hast been so happy, that thou know'st what thoughts Will, sometimes, in the happiness of love Make the heart sick, then wilt thou reverence This quiet spot. And here, for many seasons, from the world A Fellow-labourer, whom the good Man loved While o'er the Lake the cataract of Lodore |