A little stream had lost its way Amid the grass and fern; A passing stranger scooped a well, Where weary men might turn; He walled it in and hung with care

The loud blast leaps from wave to… Around our heads the thunders rave… And dark, dark is the midnight sky… Save when the lightning flashes hi… O! God whom we revere!

Hope on her wings, and God her gu… The dove of Noah soared, Far through the dim unfathomed spa… Where shoreless ocean roared. But ah! she found no valley green,

Why, Solitude, why hath the minst… The festive repast of the fair and… Why leaves he the city, The wise and the witty, To roam thro’ the woods in communi…

’Tis sweet, in the shade of the lo… In the dewy morning time, To hear the song of the joyous lar… Or the distant village chime; Or to sit and think,

Ye who have scorned each other In this fast fading year, Or wronged a friend or brother, Come gather humbly here: Let sinned against and sinning

There dwelt a miller, hale and bol… Beside the river Dee; He worked and sang from morn till… No lark more blithe than he; And this the burden of his song

Light is love without esteem. Lighter than a feather, But ours has borne Contempt and scorn, And sorrow’s wintry weather!

Tis sad to go a-roving Through the weary world alone, For the bliss of life is loving, Ere the days of youth are flown And old age is Love’s undoing,

Didst ever see a hanging?'-'No, n… Nor ever wish to see such scandal… But once I saw a wretch condemn’d… A lean-faced, bright-eyed youth, w… At the recital of a dream he had.

A voice of wailing and of woe Fills the proud monarch’s regal ha… There’s madness on the kingly brow… There’s frenzy in the soul of Sau… Where is the bard whose gifted lyr…

The rushing winds around us sweep, The storms about us roar, And we-we skim the foaming deep, A thousand miles from shore. Fierce o’er the wave the tempests…

The man is thought a knave, or foo… Or bigot, plotting crime, Who, for the advancement of his ki… Is wiser than his time. For him the hemlock shall distil;

Peerless orb of life and light, Here beneath the cloudless blue, Lo! we quaff the liquor bright, And pray for rain and pleasant dew… Here beneath thy ruddy beam,

Why, O wind of summer. Why that restless moan? Weepest thou for pleasures That are past and gone? Mournest thou for visions