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    And , therefore , J forgire ihes , BmtMimtd ^ m ^/ ti - gmAsM For beauty changM notp ^ r a » portal 3 ' tl > ier--n w . ivuqz adT Forgive , that not a ch ^ rni is pa ? 4 or go * 3 £ *> b uijiexl A Though fresh the mould ^ lan ^ A Qwb ^ oX Yes , the imprisonM falcon '* H 1 ^ j , 5 y A His flutterings ep <^ y ; an 4 hfe pmibgs cj <>^ ; t ; nu . i i He feels no mioretbe p «« tgs of daily f ^ in , .: . rr ^ iu i bo A He bears no more the e ^ er&ed cb ^ n 5 3 i ; - ? v ,: ndmn l

    Whate ' er fce brav d > ^ r bro oked , * ti $ Qv $ zm ® W % i-o yns ^\ O And the cold earth i ^ oa his fever ed brow ; ^ : ^ v / o K The painful ni ^ it with all its dreams kpfa « t , c ^ u . c Id v / oti And Carrington and Peace have i ^ et at last , s # o I 3 ^ 1 What now to him , that hundred eyes wiH shine 1 jUjh < , With generous tears o '« t ? tfcis vain verse of mine ^ mi 3 ^ k > I What now to him , that , many a voice of song 31 innw Mt 6 " Will the dear echoesxtfihish ^ p orolone ? 7 i ^ n ? )^ 1

    That they , who keow bvtt fgnef by nam ^ mlt sjgb ^ j ¦; 1 ¦ . ul Their pure hearts touched by that pure melody ? \ ^ . mb A And oh , that , Ipst . and kas ^ t , one lingerer sHil , ? ^ 3 s Oft as his eys res ^ on yon Moorland Hill , r - A Gives the poor all be has to give , and showers ^ 1 That azure cenotaph with airy flowers ? i

    Yet let this be :-: fee has not sung in vata * 1 ^ If the pure spirit of his living strain Can , from the beautiful of things that die , Erect a heart , or elevate an eye * For who can see t | ies Beauty round him thrown . Nor some faint sympathy with Beauty own , Some leaning to divinity , some sense Of that which glorifies Omnipotence ? What were an evil God ? And what is Gopd .

    But the prime source of that esh&ustless flooq * With one rich dejuge glorifying all * The seraph ' s paradise the mortal ' s pall , Linking the soul with the material sod , Angels with men ^ and both , and allj with God ? Though homeward now my steps and thoughts I tarn , Those steps still loiter , and those thoughts still burn ; Even as the sunset leaves a conscious glow Long , long behind , to speak of splendours low .

    Yet let me pause ,, wbsre I so oft have stood . To gaze into the interdicted wood : ( What mean monopoly of w $ lk 3 and shades Shuts up for owe these sweet autumnal glades ?) * How rich the tilings , of the chapging year ! > Few leaves have dropp ed , but not ep few are sear , Eix dhut not iiriu , ^ nd forci ng yet a bow ^ r Iiupe ^ ietrable to the day-3 tar ' e power . Th © UBhviherDi 9 n 4 tfeere , a ry ^ dy Tay etrifce ? down Tbrodgh ^ bnie de ^ p rift , athwart the pathway brawn ,

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Nov. 2, 1830, page 762, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2590/page/34/