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121 WRITTEN IN MY POCKET-COPY OF THOMSON'S

CASTLE OF INDOLENCE.

our happy Castle there dwelt One

Whom without blame I may not overlook;

For never sun on living creature shone

Who more devout enjoyment with us took.

Here on his hours he hung as on a book;

On his own time here would he float away;

As doth a fly upon a summer brook;

But go to-morrow—or belike to-day—

Seek for him,—he is fled; and whither none can say.

Thus often would he leave our peaceful home

And find elsewhere his business or delight;

Out of our Valley's limits did he roam:

Full many a time, upon a stormy night,

His voice came to us from the neighbouring height: