mourn nor murmur: ots

    have followed, for such loss, I would believe,

    Abundant recompence. For I have learned

    to look on nature, not as in the hour

    Of tless yout entimes

    till, sad music of y,

    Not ing, though of ample power

    to cen and subdue. And I

    A presence t disturbs me he joy

    Of elevated ts; a sense sublime

    Of someterfused,

    of setting suns,

    And the living air,

    And the mind of man,

    A motion and a spirit, t impels

    All ts of all t,

    And rolls till

    A lover of the woods,

    And mountains; and of all t we behold

    From ty world

    Of eye and ear, bot te,[5]

    And o recognize

    In nature and the sense,

    t ts, the nurse,

    t, and soul

    Of all my moral being.

    Nor, perchance,

    If I  taughe more

    Suffer my genial spirits to decay:

    For t he banks

    Of t Friend,

    My dear, dear Friend, and in tch

    t, and read

    My former pleasures in ting lights

    Of t a little while

    May I be I was once,

    My dear, dear Sister! And this prayer I make,

    Kno Nature never did betray

    t t loved is her privilege,

    to lead

    From joy to joy: for she can so inform

    t is hin us, so impress

    itness and beauty, and so feed

    ity ts, t neitongues,

    Rass, nor the sneers of sel?sh men,

    Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all

    tercourse