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292 Even now, to solemnize thy helpless state,

And to enliven in the mind's regard

Thy passive beauty, parallels have risen,

Resemblances or contrasts, that connect,

Within the region of a Father's thoughts,

Thee and thy Mate and Sister of the sky.

And first;—thy sinless progress, through a world

By sorrow darkened and by care disturbed,

Apt likeness bears to hers through gathered clouds

Moving untouched in silver purity,

And cheering oft-times their reluctant gloom.

Fair are ye both, and both are free from stain:

But thou, how leisurely thou fill'st thy horn

With brightness!—leaving her to post along,

And range about—disquieted in change,

And still impatient of the shape she wears.

Once up, once down the hill, one journey, Babe,

That will suffice thee; and it seems that now

Thou hast fore-knowledge that such task is thine;

Thou travell'st so contentedly, and sleep'st

In such a heedless peace. Alas! full soon

Hath this conception, grateful to behold,

Changed countenance, like an object sullied o'er

By breathing mist; and thine appears to be