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 Which all, methinks, would love; but chiefly he, The humble man, who in his youthful years Knew just so much of folly as had made His early manhood more securely wise: Here he might lie on fern or wither'd heath, While from the singing lark (that sings unseen The minstrelsy which solitude loves best) And from the sun, and from the breezy air, Sweet influences trembled o'er his frame; And he with many feelings, many thoughts, Made up a meditative joy, and found Religious meanings in the forms of nature! And so, his senses gradually wrapp'd In a half-sleep, he dreams of better worlds, And dreaming hears thee still, O singing lark! That singest like an angel in the clouds.


 * My God! it is a melancholy thing

For such a man, who would full fain preserve His soul in calmness, yet perforce must feel For all his human brethren—O my God, It is indeed a melancholy thing,