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"Think you, mid all this mighty sum "Of things for ever speaking,

"That nothing of itself will come,

"But we must still be seeking?

"Then ask not wherefore, here, alone,

"Conversing as I may,

"I sit upon this old grey stone,

"And dream my time away."

THE TABLES TURNED;

An EVENING SCENE, on the same Subject.

Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks

Why all this toil and trouble?

Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books, Or surely you'll grow double.

The sun, above the mountain's head,

A freshening lustre mellow

Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow.

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Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife:

Come, hear the woodland Linnet,

How sweet his music; on my life

There's more of wisdom in it.

And hark! how blithe the Throstle sings!

And he is no mean preacher :

Come forth into the light of things,

Let Nature be your teacher.

She has a world of ready wealth,

Our minds and hearts to bless

Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health, Truth breathed by chearfulness.

One impulse from a vernal wood

May teach you more of man ;

Of moral evil and of good,

Than all the sages can.

Sweet is the lore which nature brings;

Our meddling intellect

Mishapes the beauteous forms of things;

-We murder to dissect.

Enough of science and of art;

Close up these barren leaves;

Come forth, and bring with you a heart

That watches and receives.

ANIMAL TRANQUILLITY and DECAY,

A SKETCH.

The little hedge-row birds

That peck along the road, regard him not.
He travels on, and in his face, his step,
His gait, is one expression; every limb,

His look and bending figure, all bespeak

A man who does not move with pain, but moves With thought.-He is insensibly subdued

To settled quiet he is one by whom

All effort seems forgotten, one to whom
Long patience has such mild composure given,
That patience now doth seem a thing, of which
He hath no need. He is by nature led

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