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Rh Fill'd the admiring gaze with awe, and wrought A dim forgetfulness of all beside. Thee, too, I found within thy sylvan home, Whose music thrill'd my heart when life was new, Wordsworth! with wild enchantment circled round, In love with Nature's self, and she with thee. Thy ready hand, that from the landscape cull'd Its long familiar charms, rock, tree, and spire, With kindness half paternal leading on My stranger footsteps through the garden walk, Mid shrubs and flowers that from thy planting grew; The group of dear ones gathering round thy board— She, the first friend, still as in youth beloved— The daughter, sweet companion—sons mature, And favourite grandchild, with his treasured phrase— The evening lamp, that o'er thy silver locks And ample brow fell fitfully, and touch'd Thy lifted eye with earnestness of thought, Are with me as a picture, ne'er to fade Till death shall darken all material things.