Page:The Recluse, Wordsworth, 1888.djvu/46

34 Where no fear is, and humbler sympathies.

Already hath sprung up within my heart

A liking for the small gray horse that bears

The paralytic man, and for the brute

In Scripture sanctified—the patient brute

On which the cripple, in the quarry maimed,

Rides to and fro: I know them and their ways.

The famous sheep-dog, first in all the vale,

Though yet to me a stranger, will not be

A stranger long; nor will the blind man's guide,

Meek and neglected thing, of no renown!

Soon will peep forth the primrose, ere it fades

Friends shall I have at dawn, blackbird and thrush

To rouse me, and a hundred warblers more!

And if those Eagles to their ancient hold

Return, Helvellyn's Eagles! with the Pair