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Slow-travelling with dim eyes suffus'd with tears, Solemnly seemest, like a vapoury cloud,
To rise before me-Rise, O ever rise,
Rise like a cloud of Incense, from the Earth!
Written in the Album at Elbingerode, in the Hartz Forest.
I STOOD on *Brocken's sovran height, and saw
By the blue distance. Heavily my way
From many a note of many a waterfall,
And the brook's chatter; 'mid whose islet stones
The dingy kidling with its tinkling bell
Leapt frolicsome, or old romantic goat
Sat, his white beard slow waving. I moved on
The highest mountain in the Hartz and indeed in North Germany.
In low and languid *mood: for I had found
Of our adored Country! O thou Queen,
O dear, dear England! how my longing eye
My native Land!
Filled with the thought of thee this heart was proud, Yea, mine eye swam with tears: that all the view
From sovran Brocken, woods and woody hills,
Floated away, like a departing dream,
Feeble and dim! Stranger, these impulses
When I have gazed
From some high eminence on goodly vales,
And cots and villages embowered below,
Where my tired mind might rest, and call it home.
SOUTHEY'S Hymn to the Penates.
Blame thou not lightly; nor will I profane,
That man's sublimer spirit, who can feel
That God is every where! the God who framed Mankind to be one mighty Family,
Himself our Father, and the World our Home.
ON OBSERVING A BLOSSOM
On the 1st of February, 1796.
SWEET Flower! that peeping from thy russet stem
This dark, freeze-coated, hoarse, teeth-chattering Month
Th Disappointment came, and pelting wrong