"Think you, mid all this mighty sum " Of things for ever speaking, "That nothing of itself will come, "But we must still be seeking ? "-'Then ask not wherefore, here, alone, "Conversing as I may, " And dream my time away." THE TABLES TURNED; an evening scene, on the same subject. Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks, Why all this toil and trouble? Up! up! my friend, and quit your books, Or surely you'll grow double. The sun above the mountain's head, A freshening lustre mellow, Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife, How sweet his music; on my life And hark! how blithe the throstle sings! And he is no mean preacher; Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher. She has a world of ready wealth, Our minds and hearts to bless— Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health, Truth breathed by chearfulness. One impulse from a vernal wood Sweet is the lore which nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mishapes the beauteous forms of things; —We murder to dissect. Enough of science and of art; Close up these barren leaves ; Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives. : OLD MAN TRAVELLING; animal tranquillity and decay, A SKETCH.. The little hedge-row birds, That peck along the road, regard him not. He travels on, and in his face, his step, His gait, is one expression; every limb, His look and bending figure, all bespeak Long patience has such mild composure given, |