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A Birth-day Meditation, during a solitary winter walk of seven miles,
between a village in Derbyshire and Sheffield, when the ground was
covered with snow, the sky serene, and the morning air intensely pure.

Once in the flight of ages past,
There lived a man:--and WHO was HE?
--Mortal! howe'er thy lot be cast,
That man resembled Thee.

Unknown the region of his birth,
The land in which he died unknown:
His name has perish'd from the earth;
This truth survives alone:--

That joy and grief, and hope and fear,
Alternate triumph'd in his breast;
His bliss and woe,--a smile, a tear!--
Oblivion hides the rest.

The bounding pulse, the languid limb,
The changing spirits' rise and fall;
We know that these were felt by him,
For these are felt by all.

He suffer'd,--but his pangs are o'er;
Enjoy'd,--but his delights are fled;
Had friends,--his friends are now no more;
And foes,--his foes are dead.

He loved,--but whom he loved, the grave
Hath lost in its unconscious womb:
O. she was fair!--but nought could save
Her beauty from the tomb.

He saw whatever thou hast seen;
Encounter'd all that troubles thee:
He was--whatever thou hast been;
He is--what thou shalt be.

The rolling seasons, day and night,
Sun, moon, and stars, the earth and main,
Erewhile his portion, life and light,
To him exist in vain.

The clouds and sunbeams, o'er his eye
That once their shades and glory threw,
Have left in yonder silent sky
No vestige where they flew.

The annals of the human race,
Their ruins, since the world began,
Of HIM afford no other trace
Than this,--THERE LIVED A MAN!

November 4, 1805. BARRY CORNWALL'S "EPISTLE TO CHARLES LAMB;

ON HIS EMANCIPATION FROM CLERKSHIP"

(WRITTEN OVER A FLASK OF SHERRIS)

FROM _ENGLISH SONGS_

(_See Letter_ 551, _page_ 952)

Dear Lamb! I drink to thee,--to _thee_
Married to sweet Liberty!

What, old friend, and art thou freed
From the bondage of the pen?
Free from care and toil indeed?
Free to wander amongst men
When and howsoe'er thou wilt?
_All_ thy drops of labour spilt,
On tho