'mmm^ Ml LIBRARY OF CONGRESS. Shelf P£U15 UNITED STATES OF XsJlMliiL m K« f^M^im Ik m^L Quiet Hours A COLLECTION OF POEMS. ^ecottb Series. ^ '0^ V ^^^^v 1 O Thou, the primal fount of life and peace, Who shedd'st Thy breathing quiet all around, In me command that pain and conflict cease, And turn to music every jarring sound." BOSTON: ROBERTS BROTHERS. 1881. Copyright, 1880, By Roberts Brothers. University Press: John Wilson and Son, Cambridce. PREFACE. This little volume, like the first series of "Quiet Hours," contains poems of nature and religion. I must express my thanks to the authors who have kindly allowed me to make this use of their poems, and to the publishers who have been so good as to permit me to print copyrighted poems, — Messrs. D. Appleton & Co., Messrs. E. P. Button & Co., and Messrs. Roberts Brothers. To the latter I am indebted for several poems by Jean Ingelow, from a volume called " Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads." M. w. T. November, 1880. CONTENTS. NATURE. From " The Prelude " ^F. Wordsworth The Voices of Nature F. T. Falgrave . From " The Recluse " IV. Wordsworth Resuscitation of Fancy Cfuirles Tiirtier . Most Sweet is it W. Wordsworth From " Endymion " John Keats . . From " Dejection : An Ode " . . . . S. T. Coleridge . To a Skylark W. Wordsworth It is a Beauteous Evening W. Wordszuorth The Evening Breeze Charles Turner Three Years She Grew W. Wordsworth Composed on a May Morning, 1838 . . W. Wordsworth Wind on the Corn Charles Turtier The Felled Oak Charles Turtier A Photograph on the Red Gold .... Charles Turner This Gray Round World John Sterling . The Robin Jones Very . . Elegiac Stanzas W. Wordsworth See what a Lovely Shell A. 'Tennysofi . . The Recollection P. B. Shelley . . An Evening Voluntary PV. IVordszuorth An Evening Voluntary, II W. Wordsworth To , in her Seventieth Year . . . W. Wordsworth The Harvest Moon Charles Ttirner . Orion Charles Turner . VI CONTENTS. From " In Memoriam, CXIX." . . . A. Tennyson Nieht //';«• Blake MORNING AND EVENING. A Morning Prayer C. J. P. Sfitta . Morning Hymn John Sterling . Ecce jam Noctis tenuatur Umbra . . . Breviary . . . Morning Hymn T. H. Gill . . . Morning . Thonias Ken . . Come to Me Henry V. T. . O Silence Deep and Strange y. F. Eichendorf Rector Potens, Verax Deus Breviary . . . Rules and Lessons Henry Vanghan The Hours Jones Very . . Tlie Night Henry Vatiglian Evening Jean Ittgeloiv Abide with Me H. F. Lyte . . Evening John Keble . . Vesper Hymn Eliza Scudder . Night Jones I'ery . . INWARD STRIFE. Sin George Herbert . The Sinful Wish Hartley Coleridge Multum Dile.xit Hartley Coleridge O Father ! I have sinnid Henry S. Sutto?i Low Spirits F. W. Faber . . An Appeal Henry S. Sittton A Cr}' of the Soul Pierre Corneille . Divine Love GerJiard Tersteegen Pettishness Henry S. Stttton Prayer for Strength A no7iymoiis . . Uncertainty CAristian Intelligencer The Lost Cherith A mta Shipton . . My Quest Littelfs Living Age CONTENTS. Vll From " In Nfemoriam, CXXII." , . . A. Tettnyson . . Lord, I have lain Francis Quarles LIFE AND DUTY. Life Mosaic F. R. Havergal Work E. B. Brow}H7ig One Day at a Time E. S. lVatso7i . Good Temper Hannah More . From "Tlie Angel in the House "... Coventry Patmore From •' In Memoriam, CIX." . . . . A. Tentiyson . . She was a Phantom of Delight .... IV. Wordsworth The Secret of a Happy Day F. R. Havergal Abou Ben Adhem Leigh Hunt . Virtue George Herbert Be Useful where Thou livest George Herbert The Delectable Mountains Anonyvious . The Divine Life Charles Wesley True Manliness Hetiry More . The Character of a Happy Life SirH.lVotton Before Labor Charles Wesley Entire Consecration Joachim Lange Take My Life F. R. Havergal The Elixir George Herbert Sonnet G. Macdonald Sensitiveness J. H. Newtnan For None of Us liveth to Himself . . . Jean Ingeloiu The Voice in the Twilight .... Woman^s Work/or li Ye also as Lively Stones ...... Jean Ingelow Work on Eartii John Wilson . Now and Afterwards D. M. Craik . Sonnets from " Within and Without " . George Macdonald The Song of the Christian Pilgrim . . . Gerhard Tersteegen Worldly Place Matthew A mold Quiet Work Matthew A mold Not in Vain Hartley Coleridge All Appointed R. C. Trench . How Soon hath Tiine John Milton . . Cyriack, this Three-years-day .... John Milton . . Vlll CONTENTS. Milton ! Thou shoitldst be living Character of the Happy Warrior Rugby Chapel W. Wordsworth IV. Wordsworth Matthew A mold PRAYER AND ASPIRATION. Be not afraid to Pray Hartley Coleridge . . 105 Praying in Spirit //. M. Ki7nball . . . 105 Help from Prayer R. C. Trench . . . 106 Leave Thyself to God .... . . Tho7nas Burbidge . . 107 P'rom the Fourth Sunday after Easter . J^ohn Keble .... 108 A Prayer Sir W. R. Hamilton .■ 108 A Prayer imitated from the Persian . . Robert Southey . . . 109 Dryness in Prayer /'. W. Faber .... 109 Distractions in Prayer F. W. Faber . . . . iii Sweetness in Prayer F. W. Faber. . . . 113 My Prayer B. T. 114 Alone with God LitteWs Living Age . 115 Father, replenish with Thy grace . . . Angelns Silesius . . 117 Hymn and Prayer J. F. Clarke . . . . 117 O let not the Lord be angry Jean Ingelow . . . 119 The Gift Ajina Shipton ... 120 The Night Service B. M. 122 TRUST AND ADORATION. Within . . Gerhard Tersteegen I\[adame Guy on . . Paul Gerhardt . . 125 126 Commit thy Way to God 126 He made the Stars also Jean Itigelow . . 128 He hath put the World in their Hearts . yean Ingelow . . 129 The Resting-Place amid Changes . • . Anonymojts, 1676 . 129 Though I take the Wings of the Morning yean Ingelow . . 131 In Him we live, and move, etc yean Ingelozu . . 132 The Flower George Herbert . F. W. Faber . . . 133 135 n6 Receiving Dora Greenwell . . No Fear Anna L. Waring . I.S9 CONTENTS. IX Rest in God Whikler . . Psalm CXXI . Henry Vaughati Tliy Will Jean Sophia Pigott God's Support Quarlcs . . . . Joy in the Lord Christian Gregor Childlike Panl Gerhardt . Mount of Olives Henry Vanghan From " The Prelude " IV. Wordsworth Ciiange Jones Very . . All Things are Yours A nna L. U'aring Cheerfulness taught by Reason . . . . E. B. Brownitig God's Presence the Source of All Joy . . IV. Dessler . . On a Long and Perilous Journey . . . Paid Fleinming . God is Faithful J} nna L. IVaring Disappointment F. R. Havergal . Our Stronghold of Hope Zihn Thou wilt keep Him in Perfect Peace . . Anna L. Waring To Myself Paid Flemtning . Confido et Conquiesco A. A. Procter . Only Thine Johann Scheffler Thou knowest that I am not blest . . . Anna L. Waring All Things work together for Good . . . C. //. Townshend HEAVEN AND THE SAINTS. From " Eleanora " John Dry den . On the Memory of Mrs. Thomson . . . John Milton . . She dwelt among the Untrodden Ways . W. Wordsworth Elegy on Mistress Elizabeth Drury . . John Donne . . Tlie Good — They drop around Us . . . /. Williams . . Light in Darkness J. Moultrie . . From " Wallenstein " F. von Schiller . From " Lacryms Paternas " H . Alford . . From " Laodamia " W. Wordsworth Peace Henry Vanghan The Future Life W. C. Bryafit . To W. Wordszvorth Make me to be numbered with Thy Saints //. Vanghan . . CONTENTS. The Conqueror's Grave Life . It is not growing like a Tree .... Tliey are All gone Hymn to God, my God, in my Sickness Friends of my Youth ...... From " In Memoriam, XXXIX." The Verdict of Death ...... A Meditation The Communion of Saints .... The Family in Heaven and Earth . . The Cloud of Witnesses Flight of the Spirit IV. C. Bryafd . A. L. Barbauld . Ben yonson . . H. Vatighan . . Johti Do7me . . Mrs. Arthur Clive A . Tentiyson . . ' Elizabeth Charles Dora Greewwell Richard Ma7it . T. H. Gill . . . A no7iyino7is . . Felicia D. Henians MISCELLANEOUS. The Unfailing One F. R. Havergal Compelled to bear the Cross H. IV. Hall . From " In Memoriam," Strong Son of God A . Tenuysoii . XXXII." . . . A. Te7t7iyson. " " XXXIII.". . . A . Te7i7tyso7i . XXXVI." . . . A. Te7myso7t . The Blessed Life IV. T. Matson After Strife I7idepende7it . After Rest Itidi'pe7ide7it . Thoughts in a City Church Spectator . . Hymn to the City ^V. C. Bryajit Composed upon Westminster Bridge . . IV. Wordsworth A Drop of Dew A 7idreiv Marvell The Retreat He7iry Vaiighan Ode on Intimations of Immortality ... W. Wordsworth QUIET HOURS. NATURE. FROM "THE PRELUDE." Ere we retired, The cock had crowed, and now the eastern sky Was kindling, not unseen, from humble copse And open field, through which the pathway wound, And homeward led my steps. Magnificent The morning rose, in memorable pomp, Glorious as e'er I had beheld — in front. The sea lay laughing at a distance ; near, The solid mountains shone, bright as the clouds, Grain-tinctured, drenched in empyrean light; And in the meadows and the lower grounds Was all the sweetness of a common dawn — Dews, vapors, and the melody of birds, And laborers going forth to till the fields. Ah ! need I say, dear Friend ! that to the brim My heart was full ; I made no vows, but vows Were then made for me ; bond unknown to me I QUIET HOURS. Was given, that I should be, else sinning greatly, A dedicated Spirit. On 1 walked In thankful blessedness, which yet survives. William Wordsworth. THE VOICES OF NATURE. T 70 ICE of Nature in the heart, ^ Narrow though our science, though Here we only know in part, Give us faith in what we know ! To a fuller life aspiring, Satisfy the heart's desiring : — Tell us of a force, behind Nature's force, supreme, alone : Tell us of a larger mind Than the partial power we own : Tell us of a Being wholly Wise and great and just and holy : — Toning down the pride of mind To a wiser humbleness, Teach the limits of mankind, Weak to know, and prompt to guess, On the mighty shores that bound us Childlike gathering trifles round us : — Teach how, yet, what here we know To the unknown leads the way, NA TURK. As the light that, faint and low, Prophesies consummate day ; How the little arc before us Proves the perfect circle o'er us : — How the marr'd unequal scheme That on all sides here we meet. Either is a lawless dream. Or must somewhere be complete ; Where or when, if near, or distant, Known but to the One Existent. — He is. We meanwhile repair From the noise of human things To the fields of larger air. To the shadow of His wings : Listening for His message only In the wild with Nature lonely. Francis Turner Palgrave. FROM "THE RECLUSE." (~\^ truth, of grandeur, beauty, love, and hope, ^-^ And melancholy fear subdued by faith ; Of blessed consolations in distress; Of moral strength and intellectual power ; Of joy in widest commonalty spread ; Of the individual mind that keeps her own Inviolate retirement, subject there To conscience only, and the law supreme QUIET HOURS. Of that intelligence which governs all — I sing : "fit audience let me find, though few ! " Beauty — a living presence of the earth, Surpassing the most fair ideal forms Which craft of delicate spirits hath composed From earth's materials — waits upon my steps ; Pitches her tents before me as I move. An hourly neighbor. Paradise, and groves Elysian. fortunate fields — like those of old Sought in the Atlantic main — why should they be A history only of departed things. Or a mere fiction of what never was ? For the discerning intellect of man, When wedded to this goodly universe In love and holy passion, shall find these A simple produce of the common day. William Wordsworth. RESUSCITATION OF FANCY. npHE edge of thought was blunted by the stress "^ Of the hard world ; my fancy had wax"d dull All Nature seemed less nobly beautiful, — Robbed of her grandeur and her loveliness ; IMethought the Muse within my heart had died, Till, late, awaken'd at the break of day. Just as the East took fire and doflf 'd its gray, The rich preparatives of light I spied ; NA TURE. 5 But one sole star — none other anywhere — A wild-rose odor from the fields was borne ; The lark's mysterious joy filled earth and air, And from the wind's top met the hunter's horn , The aspen trembled wildly, and the morn Breath'd up in rosy clouds, divinely fair! Charles Turxfk. TV TOST sweet is it with unuplifted eyes "'■'-*• To pace the ground, if path be there or none, While a fair region round the traveller lies Which he forbears again to look upon ; Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene, The work of fancy, or some happy tone Of meditation, slipping in between The beauty coming and the beauty gone. If thought and love desert us, from that day Let us break off all commerce with the Muse ; With thought and love companions of our way, Whate'er the senses take or may refuse, The mind's internal heaven shall shed her dews Of inspiration on the humblest lay. William Wordsworth. FROM "ENDYMION." A THING of beauty is a joy forever : ■^ ^ Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep 6 QUIET HOUKS. Full of sweet dreams, and health and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth, Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures, of the gloomy days. Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways Made for our searching ; yes, in spite of all. Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in ; and clear rills That for themselves a cooling covert make 'Gainst the hot season ; the mid-forest brake. Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms : And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead ; All lovely tales that we have heard or read : An endless fountain of immortal drink. Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink. John Keats. FROM "DEJECTION: AN ODE." A GRIEF without a pang, void, dark, and drear, -^^ A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear — O Lady ! in this wan and heartless mood, To other thoughts by yonder throstle wooed. NA TURK. 7 All this long eve, so balmy and serene, Have I been gazing on the western sky, And its peculiar tint of yellow green : And still I gaze — and with how blank an eye ! And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars ; Those stars, that ghde behind them or between, Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen : Yon crescent moon as fixed as if it grew In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue ; I see them all so excellently fair, I see, not feel how beautiful they are ! My genial spirits fail ; And what can these avail To lift the smothering weight from off my breast ? It were a vain endeavor Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west : I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within. O Lady ! we receive but what we give. And in our life alone does Nature live : Ours is her wedding-garment, ours her shroud ! And would we aught behold, of higher worth. Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah ! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the earth — QUIET HOURS. And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element ! Samuel Taylok Coleridge. TO A SKYLARK. ■p^THEREAL minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky ! ^-^ Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound ? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground ? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still ! To the last point of vision, and beyond, Mount, daring warbler ! — that love-prompted strain, ('Twixt thee and thine a never-failing bond) Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain : Yet might'st thou seem, proud privilege ! to sing All independent of the leafy Spring. Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine ; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine ; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam ; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home. William Wordsworth. JVA TURK. 9 IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration ; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity ; The gentleness of heaven is on the Sea. Listen ! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder everlastingly. Dear child ! dear girl ! that walkest with me here, If thou appear'st untouched by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine : Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year ; And worshipp'st at the temple's inner shrine, God being with thee when we know it not. William Wordsworth, 1802. T HE evening breeze is blowing from the lea Upon the fluttering elm ; thou hast a mind, O star ! methinks, to settle in the tree — But, ever baflled by the pettish wind, Thou movest back and forward, and I find A pastime for my thoughts in watching thee ; In thy vast orbit thou art rolling now, And wottest not how to my human eye Thou seemest flouted by a waving bough. Serving my fancy's needs right pleasantly ; Thou w^ottest not — but He who made thee knows Of all thy fair results both far and near. Of all thine earthly, all thine heavenly shows — The expression of thy beauty there and here, Charles Turner. QUIET HOURS. "THREE YEARS SHE GREW." 'T^HREE years she grew in sun and shower, ■^ Then Nature said, " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown. This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain. " She shall be sportive as the fawn That wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm, And hers the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things. " The floating clouds their state shall lend To her : for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy. NATURE II " The stars of midnight shall be dear To her and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face. '•And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Her virgin bosom swell ; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell." Thus Nature spake. The work was done ; How soon my Lucy's race was run ! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm and quiet scene ; The memory of what has been, And nevermore will be. William Wordsworth, 1799. COMPOSED ON A MAY MORNING. T IFE with yon lambs, like day, is just begun, -^— ' Yet Nature seems to them a heavenly guide. Does joy approach ? they meet the coming tide ; And sullenness avoid, as now they shun Pale twilight's lingering glooms, — and in the sun Couch near their dams, with quiet satisfied ; Or gambol, each with his shadow at his side, 12 QUIET HOURS. Varying its shape wherever he may run. As they from turf yet hoar with sleepy dew All turn, and court the shining and the green, Where herbs look up and opening flowers are seen, Why to God's goodness cannot we be true ? And so, His gifts and promises between, Feed to the last on pleasures ever new ? William Wordsworth, 183S. WIND ON THE CORN. TTj^ULL often as I rove by path or stile, ■*- To watch the harvest ripening in the vale, Slowly and sweetly, like a growing smile — A smile that ends in laughter — the quick gale Upon the breadths of gold-green wheat descends ; While still the swallow, with unbaffled grace, About his viewless quarry dips and bends — And all the fine excitement of the chase Lies in the hunter's beauty : in the eclipse Of that brief shadow, how the barley's beard Tilts at the passing gloom, and wild-rose dips Among the white-tops in the ditches reared : And hedge-row's flowery breast of lace-work stirs Faintly in that full wind that rocks the outstanding firs. Charles Turner. NATURE. 13 THE FELLED OAK: Grasby Vicarage, September 5, 1874. TT THEN the storm felled our oak, and thou, fair wold, ' Wert seen beyond it, we were slow to take The lesson taught ; for our old neighbor's sake, We found thy distant presence wan and cold, And gave thee no warm welcome, for whene'er We tried to dream him back into the place Where once he stood, the giant of his race, 'T was but to lift an eye and thou wert there, His sad remembrancer, the monument That told us he was gone. But thou hast blent Thy beauty with our loss so long and well. That in all future grief we may foretell Some lurking good behind each seeming ill, Beyond each fallen tree some fair blue hill. Charles Turner. A PHOTOGRAPH ON THE RED GOLD. Jersey, 1S67. A BOUT the knoll the airs blew fresh and brisk, ^ And, musing as I sat, I held my watch Upon my open palm ; its smooth bright disk Was uppermost, and so it came to catch, And dwarf, the figure of a waving tree. 14 QUIET HOURS. Backed by the West. A tiny sunshine peeped About a tiny elm, — and both were steeped In royal metal, flaming ruddily : How lovely was that vision to behold ! How passing sweet that fairy miniature, That streamed and flickered o'er the burning gold ! God of small things and great ! do Thou ensure Thy gift of sight, till all my days are told, Bless all its bhss, and keep its pleasures pure ! Charles Turner. 'TPHIS gray round world, so full of life, ■*■ Of hate and love, of calm and strife. Still ship-like on for ages fares. How grand it sweeps the eternal blue ! Glide on, fair vessel, till thy crew Discern how great a lot is theirs, John Sterling. THE ROBIN. 'T^HOU need'st not flutter from thy half-built nest, ^ Whene'er thou hear'st man's hurrying feet go by. Fearing his eye for harm may on thee rest, Or he thy young unfinished cottage spy ; All will not heed thee on that swinging bough, Nor care that round thy shelter spring the leaves. Nor watch thee on the pool's wet margin now For clay to plaster straws thy cunning weaves : NATURE. 15 All will not hear thy sweet out-pouring joy, That with morn's stillness blends the voice of song, For over-anxious cares their souls employ, That else upon thy music borne along And the light wings of heart-ascending prayer Had learned that Heaven is pleased thy simple joys to share. Jones Very. ELEGIAC STANZAS, SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE OF PEELE CASTLE IN A STORM, PAINTED BY SIR GEORGE BEAUMONT. T WAS thy neighbor once, thou rugged pile ! -*• Four summer weeks I dwelt in sight of thee : I saw thee every day ; and all the while Thy form was sleeping on a glassy sea. So pure the sky, so quiet was the air ! So like, so very like, was day to day ! Whene'er I looked, thy image still was there ; It trembled, but it never passed away. How perfect was the calm ! it seemed no sleep ; No mood which season takes away, or brings : I could have fancied that the mighty deep Was even the gentlest of all gentle things. Ah ! the7i, if mine had been the painter's hand, To express what then I saw, and add the gleam, The light that never was, on sea or land. The consecration, and the poet's dream, 1 6 QUIET HOURS. I would have planted thee, thou hoary pile, Amid a world how different from this ! Beside a sea that could not cease to smile, On tranquil land, beneath a sky of bliss A picture had it been of lasting ease, Elysian quiet, without toil or strife ; No motion but the moving tide, a breeze, Or merely silent Nature's breathing life. Such, in the fond illusion of my heart, Such picture would I at that time have made ; And seen the soul of truth in every part, A steadfast peace that might not be betrayed. So once it would have been; 't is so no more ; I have submitted to a new control : A power is gone which nothing can restore ; A deep distress hath humanized my soul. Not for a moment could I now behold A smiling sea, and be what I have been ! The feeling of my loss will ne'er be old ; This, which I know, I speak with mind serene. Then, Beaumont, friend who would have been the friend, If he had lived, of him* whom I deplore, This work of thine I blame not, but commend — This sea in anger and that dismal shore. * His brother, Captain John Wordsworth, who was lost at sea. NA TURE. 1 7 Oh, 't is a passionate work — yet wise and well, Well chosen is the spirit that is here ; That hulk which labors in the deadly swell, This rueful sky, this pageantry of fear. And this huge castle, standing here sublime, I love to see the look with which it braves, Cased in the unfeeling armor of old time, The lightning, the fierce wind, and trampling waves. Farewell, farewell the heart that lives alone. Housed, in a dream, at distance from the kind ! Such happiness, wherever it be known, Is to be pitied, for ' tis surely blind. But welcome fortitude and patient cheer. And frequent sights of what is to be borne ! Such sights, or worse, as are before me here I — Not without hope we suffer and we mourn. William Wordsworth, 1805. O EE what a lovely shell, *^ Small and pure as a pearl. Lying close to my foot. Frail, but a work divine. Made so fairily well With delicate spire and whorl, How exquisitely minute, A miracle of desi