of daily life,

    S us, or disturb

    Our c all which we behold

    Is full of blessings. t the moon

    Sary walk;

    And let ty mountain winds be free

    to blo ter years,

    asies sured

    Into a sober pleasure, why mind

    Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms,

    thy memory be as a dwelling-place

    For all s sounds and hen,

    If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief,

    Sion,  s

    Of tender joy  thou remember me,

    And tations! Nor, perchance,

    If I should be, where I no more can hear

    tchese gleams

    Of past existence,  t

    t on tful stream

    e stood toget I, so long

    A worsure, her came,

    Un service: rather say

    ith far deeper zeal

    Of  t,

    t after many wanderings, many years

    Of absence, teep y cliffs,

    And toral landscape, o me

    More dear, bothy sake.

    [4] t affected by tides a few miles above

    tintern.

    [5] to an admirable line of

    Young, t expression of .

    END.