Aye, in lone glory, cherish'd-thee I hail! Not with the selfish, worldly mass, who move, In mincing measures, only with the gale Of prosperous fame: but when low sinks thy heart In dark and silent solitude, apart,

Deep mourning him who is not; in thy wail

O then my spirit joins

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my tears they flow,

And I do almost drink thy cup of woe!

E. W.

Stockton upon Tees.

POEMS,

WRITTEN BEFORE THE PUBLICATION OF

CLIFTON GROVE,

VOL. I

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POEMS.

CHILDHOOD:

A POEM.

This is one of Henry's earliest productions, and appears, by the handwriting, to have been written when he was between fourteen and fifteen. The picture of the school-mistress is from nature.

PART I.

PICTUR'D in memory's mellowing glass how sweet
Our infant days, our infant joys to greet;

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To roam in fancy in each cherish'd scene,
The village church-yard, and the village-green,
The woodland walk remote, the greenwood glade,
The mossy seat beneath the hawthorn's shade,
The white-wash'd cottage, where the woodbine grew,
And all the favourite haunts our childhood knew!

How sweet, while all the evil shuns the gaze,
To view the unclouded skies of former days!

Beloved age of innocence and smiles,

When each wing'd hour some new delight beguiles.

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