s
That cheer, but not inebriate, wait on each,
So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

* * * * *

'Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat,
To peep at such a world; to see the stir
Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd.

* * * * *

Book v. _Winter Morn in a Walk_.

He is the freeman whom the truth makes free.

* * * * *

Book vi. _Winter Walk at Noon_.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds;
And as the mind is pitched, the ear is pleased
With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave;
Some chord in unison with what we hear
Is touched within us, and the heart replies.

* * * * *

Here the heart
May give a useful lesson to the head,
And Learning wiser grow without his books.

_Tirocinium_.

Shine by the side of every path we tread
With such a lustre, he that runs may read.

* * * * *

_Retirement_.

Built God a church, and laughed His word to scorn.

* * * * *

How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude!
But grant me still a friend in my retreat,
Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet.

* * * * *

_Conversation_.

A fool must now and then be right, by chance.

* * * * *

_John Gilpin_.

That, though on pleasure she was bent,
She had a frugal mind.

* * * * *

To dash through thick and thin.

* * * * *

A hat not much the worse for wear

* * * * *

_Lines to his Mother's Picture_.

O that those lips had language! Life has passed
With me but roughly since I heard thee last.

_Walking with God_.

What peaceful hours I once enjoyed?
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void,
The world can never fill.

* * * * *

VERSES,
_Supposed to be Written by Alexander Selkirk_.

I am monarch of all I survey,
My right there is none to dispute.

* * * * *

O Solitude! where are the charms
That sages have seen in thy face?

* * * * *

But the sound of the church-going bell
Those valleys and rocks never heard,
Never sighed at the sound of a knell,
Or smiled when a Sabbath appeared.

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