"The : I have another reason for presenting Retreate", that will appear immediately but apart from that and inevitable memories of WORDSWORTH, surely we have there some very remarkable scrutiny and interrogation of subtleties of our deepest spiritual being, such as were not frequent two hundred and fifty years ago or thereby. I ask the Reader to mark the intense yearning and feeling away back to child time in the poem : the resolute and almost awesome getting back again in maturity, thinkings and feelings and instinctaspirations long vanished, as of a lost tune returning in a dream. I don't know that anywhere in our elder Literature (out of Hamlet" with which comparison were simply idle) you can put your finger on finer utterance of what most would have found un-utterable or utterable alone by music. Only one who had brooded and listened in the hush of conscious audience with himself, could so have put into words-and such words— the ordinarily inscrutable. Are not ninety-nine out of every hundred, even the two or three out of a thousand, who are fascinated by such introspection of their being, baffled in the effort to get back to their child-period and child-experience when fresh from God and only 'the shadow upon life' of the forbidden'? Of like fineness of feeling and wording is a delicious little poem called "Childehood", a very apotheosis of child-life.1 Now look at "The Retreate" in its fruitfulness, a century and a half afterwards in WORDSWORTH: and which result were there nothing more would make HENRY VAUGHAN a benefactor in the region of our noblest Poetry. Let us read together the Ode on "Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood" that consummate flower of Wordsworth's genius. It can never be read too often: "There was a time when meadow, grove, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, and stream, The things which I have seen I now can see no more. The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; 1 Vol. I. pp. 254-5. The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth. Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday; Thou Child of Joy. Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy! Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel-I feel it all. While Earth herself is adorning, And the Children are culling On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, -But there's a Tree, of many, one, Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream? Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: Not in entire forgetfulness. And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day. Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; The homely Nurse doth all she can, Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A mourning or a funeral, And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song : Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife: But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his “humourous stage |