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Yet sometimes when the secret cup
Of still and serious thought went round
It seem'd as if he drank it up,
He felt with spirit so profound.
-Thou soul of God's best earthly mould,
Thou happy soul, and can it be
That these two words of glittering gold
Are all that must remain of thee?
We walk'd along, while bright and red
Uprose the morning sun,
And Matthew stoppa, he look'd, and said,
“ The will of God be done !"
A village Schoolmaster was he,
With hair of glittering grey;
As blithe a man as you could see
On a spring holiday.
And on that morning, through the grass,
And by the steaming rills,
We travell'd merrily to pass
A day among the hills.
“Our work,” said I, was well begun ;
Then, from thy breast what thought,
Beneath so beautiful a sun,
So sad a sigh has brought ?
A second time did Matthew stop,
And fixing still his eye
Upon the eastern mountain-top
To me he made reply.
Yon cloud with that long purple cleft
Brings fresh into my mind
A day like this which I have left
Full thirty years behind.
And on that slope of springing corn
The self-same crimson hue
Fell from the sky that April morn,
The same which now I view !
With rod and line my silent sport
I plied by Derwent's wave,
And, coming to the church, stopp'd short
Beside my Daughter's grave.
Nine summers had she scarcely seen
The pride of all the vale ;
And then she sang !-- she would have been
A very nightingale.
Six feet in earth my Emma lay,
And yet I lov'd her more,
For so it seem'd, than till that day
I e'er had lov'd before.
And, turning from her grave, I met
Beside the church-yard Yew
A blooming Girl, whose hair was wet
With points of morning dew.
A basket on her head she bare,
Her brow was smooth and white,
To see a Child so very fair,
It was a pure delight!
No fountain from its rocky caye
E'er tripp'd with foot so free,
She seem'd as happy as a wave
That dances on the sea.
There came from me a sigh of pain
Which I could ill confine ;
I look'd at her and look'd again;
- And did not wish her mine.
Matthew is in his grave, yet now
Methinks I see him stapd,
As at that moment, with his bough
Of wilding in his hand.