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Yet, whate'er enjoyments dwell In the impenetrable cell Of the silent heart which Nature Furnishes to every Creature; Whatsoe'er we feel and know Too sedate for outward show, Such a light of gladness breaks, Pretty Kitten ! from thy freaks, — Spreads with such a living grace O'er my little Laura's face; . Yes, the sight so stirs and charms Thee, Baby, laughing in my arms, That almost I could repine That your transports are not mine, That I do not wholly fare Even as ye do, thoughtless Pair! And I will have my careless season Spite of melancholy reason, Will walk through life in such a way That, when time brings on decay, Now and then I may possess Hours of perfect gladsomeness. - Pleased by any random toy; By a Kitten's busy joy, Or an Infant's laughing eye Sharing in the ecstasy; I would fare like that or this, Find my wisdom in my bliss ; Keep the sprightly soul awake, And have faculties to take, Even from things by sorrow wrought, Matter for a jocund thought, Spite of care, and spite of grief, To gambol with Life's falling Leaf.

XIII.

A FLOWER GARDEN.

Tell me, ye Zephyrs ! that unfold, While fluttering o'er this gay Recess, Pinions that fanned the teeming mould Of Eden's blissful wilderness, Did only softly-stealing Hours There close the peaceful lives of flowers ? Say, when the moving Creatures saw All kinds commingled without fear, Prevailed a like indulgent law For the still Growths that prosper here? Did wanton Fawn and Kid forbear The half-blown Rose, the Lily spare ? Or peeped they often from their beds And prematurely disappeared, Devoured like pleasure ere it spreads A bosom to the Sun endeared ? If such their harsh untimely doom, It falls not here on bud or bloom. All Summer long the happy Eve Of this fair Spot her flowers may bind, Nor e'er, with ruffled fancy, grieve, From the next glance she casts, to find That love for little Things by Fate Is rendered vain as love for great.

Yet, where the guardian Fence is wound,
So subtly is the eye beguiled
It sees not nor suspects a Bound,
No more than in some forest wild ;
Free as the light in semblance — crost
Only by art in nature lost.

And, though the jealous turf refuse By random footsteps to be prest, And feeds on never-sullied dews, Ye, gentle breezes from the West, With all the ministers of Hope, Are tempted to this sunny slope ! And hither throngs of Birds resort ; Some, inmates lodged in shady nests, Some, perched on stems of stately port That nod to welcome transient guests ; While Hare and Leveret, seen at play, Appear not more shut out than they. Apt emblem (for reproof of pride) This delicate Enclosure shows Of modest kindness, that would hide The firm protection she bestows; Of manners, like its viewless fence, Ensuring peace to innocence. Thus spake the moral Muse - her wing Abruptly spreading to depart, She left that farewell offering, Memento for some docile heart; That may respect the good old age When Fancy was Truth's willing Page; And Truth would skim the flowery glade, Though entering but as Fancy's Shade.

XIV.

TO THE DAISY.
With little here to do or see
Of things that in the great world be,
Sweet Daisy ! oft I talk to thee,

For thou art worthy,
Thou unassuming Common-place
Of Nature, with that homely face,
And yet with something of a grace,

Which Love makes for thee!

Oft on the dappled turf at ease
I sit, and play with similies,
Loose types of Things through all degrees,

Thoughts of thy raising :
And many a fond and idle name
I give to thee, for praise or blame,
As is the humour of the game,

While I am gazing.

A Nun demure, of lowly port ;
Or sprightly Maiden, of Love's Court,
In thy simplicity the sport

Of all temptations ;
A Queen in crown of rubies drest;
A Starveling in a scanty vest;
Are all, as seems to suit thee best,

Thy appellations.

A little Cyclops, with one eye
Staring to threaten and defy,
That thought comes next — and instantly

The freak is over,

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The shape will vanish, and behold
A silver Shield with boss of gold,
That spreads itself, some Faery bold

In fight to cover !

I see thee glittering from afar ; -
And then thou art a pretty Star;
Not quite so fair as many are

In heaven above thee !
Yet like a star, with glittering crest,
Self-poised in air thou seem'st to rest ; -
May peace come never to his nest,

Who shall reprove thee !

Sweet Flower ! for by that name at last,
When all my reveries are past,
I call thee, and to that cleave fast,

Sweet silent Creature !
That breath’st with me in sun and air,
Do thou, as thou art wont, repair
My heart with gladness, and a share

Of thy meek nature !

XV.

TO THE SAME FLOWER.

Bright flower, whose home is every where !
A Pilgrim bold in Nature's care,
And oft, the long year through, the heir

Of joy or sorrow,

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