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When he had learnt what thing it was
He drew it gently from the pool, And brought it forth into the light : The shepherds met him with his charge, An unexpected sight! Into their arms the lamb they took, Said they, “ He's neither maimed nor scarred.” Then up the steep ascent they hied, And placed him at his mother's side ; And gently did the Bard Those idle shepherd-boys upbraid, And bade them better mind their trade.
MID the smoke of cities did you pass
Your time of early youth; and there you learned,
The living beings by your own fire-side,
Is flow towards the sympathies of them
However trivial, if you thence are taught
While I was seated, now some ten days past, Beneath those lofty firs that overtop Their ancient neighbour, the old steeple-tower, The Vicar from his gloomy house hard by Came forth to greet me; and when he had asked, “ How fares Joanna, that wild-hearted maid ! And when will she return to us?” he paused; And, after short exchange of village news, He with grave looks demanded, for what cause, Reviving obsolete idolatry, I, like a Runic priest, in characters Of formidable size had chiselled out Some uncouth name upon the native rock, Above the Rotha, by the forest side. --Now, by those dear immunities of heart Engendered betwixt malice and true love, I was not loth to be so catechised, And this was my reply :-“ As it befel, One Summer morning we had walked abroad At break of day, Joanna and myself. -'Twas that delightful season when the broom, Full-flowered, and visible on every steep, Along the copses runs in veins of gold.