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Thou livest with less ambitious aim, ii 
Yet hast not gone without thy flame ; Peli 
Thou art indeed, by many a claim, i 
The poet’s darling. 
If to a rock from rains we fly, iy | 
Or, some bright day of April sky, hi | 
Imprison’d by hot sunshine lie | 
Near the green holly, NOAM 
And wearily at length should fare ; th Wy 
He needs but look about, and there ia 
Thou art !—~a friend at hand, to scare 
His melancholy. Wie 

A hundred times, by rock or bower, 
Ere thus I have lain couch’d an hour, 
Have I derived from thy sweet power i an 
Some apprehension ; 
Some steady love; some brief delight ; if} 
Some memory that had taken flight ; VN 
Some chime or fancy wrong or right; Me 
Or strong invention. 
If stately passions in me burn, Ni 
And one chance look to thee should turn | 
I drink out of an humble urn in 
A lowlier pleasure ; tigi: 
The homely sympathy that heeds | 
The common life, our nature breeds; i 
A wisdom fitted to the needa Hl 
Of hearts at leisure. | 

