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My untried muse shall no high tone assume	A
Nor strut in arms farewell my cap and plume	A
Brief be my verse a task within my power	B
I tell my feelings in one happy hour	B
But what an hour was that when from the main	C
I reach'd this lovely valley once again	D
A glorious harvest fill'd my eager sight	E
Half shock'd half waving in a flood of light	E
On that poor cottage roof where I was born	F
The sun look'd down as in life's early morn	F
I gazed around but not a soul appear'd	G
I listen'd on the threshold nothing heard	H
I call'd my father thrice but no one came	I
It was not fear or grief that shook my frame	I
But an o'erpowering sense of peace and home	J
Of toils gone by perhaps of joys to come	K
The door invitingly stood open wide	L
I shook my dust and set my staff aside	L
How sweet it was to breathe that cooler air	M
And take possession of my father's chair	M
Beneath my elbow on the solid frame	I
Appear'd the rough initials of my name	I
Cut forty years before the same old clock	N
Struck the same bell and gave my heart a shock	N
I never can forget A short breeze sprung	O
And while a sigh was trembling on my tongue	O
Caught the old dangling almanacks behind	P
And up they flew like banners in the wind	P
Then gently singly down down down they went	Q
And told of twenty years that I had spent	Q
Far from my native land that instant came	I
A robin on the threshold though so tame	I
At first he look'd distrustful almost shy	R
And cast on me his coal black stedfast eye	R
And seem'd to say past friendship to renew	S
Ah ha old worn out soldier is it you	S
Through the room ranged the imprison'd humble bee	T
And bomb'd and bounced and straggled to be free	T
Dashing against the panes with sullen roar	U
That threw their diamond sunlight on the floor	U
That floor clean sanded where my fancy stray'd	V
O'er undulating waves the broom had made	V
Reminding me of those of hideous forms	W
That met us as we pass'd the Cape of Storms	W
Where high and loud they break and peace comes never	B
They roll and foam and roll and foam for ever	B
But here was peace that peace which home can yield	X
The grasshopper the partridge in the field	X
And ticking clock were all at once become	K
The substitutes for clarion fife and drum	K
While thus I mused still gazing gazing still	Y
On beds of moss that spread the window sill	Y
I deem'd no moss my eyes had ever seen	Z
Had been so lovely brilliant fresh and green	Z
And guess'd some infant hand had placed it there	M
And prized its hue so exquisite so rare	M
Feelings on feelings mingling doubling rose	A2
My heart felt every thing but calm repose	A2
I could not reckon minutes hours nor years	B2
But rose at once and bursted into tears	C2
Then like a fool confused sat down again	D
And thought upon the past with shame and pain	C
I raved at war and all its horrid cost	D2
And glory's quagmire where the brave are lost	E2
On carnage fire and plunder long I mused	F2
And cursed the murdering weapons I had used	F2
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Two shadows then I saw two voices heard	H
One bespoke age and one a child's appear'd	G
In stepp'd my father with convulsive start	G2
And in an instant clasp'd me to his heart	G2
Close by him stood a little blue eyed maid	V
And stooping to the child the old man said	H2
Come hither Nancy kiss me once again	D
This is your uncle Charles come home from Spain	C
The child approach'd and with her fingers light	E
Stroked my old eyes almost deprived of sight	E
But why thus spin my tale thus tedious be	T
Happy old Soldier what's the world to me	T
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Change is essential to the youthful heart	G2
It cannot bound it cannot act its part	G2
To one monotonous delight a slave	I2
E'en the proud poet's lines become its grave	I2
By innate buoyancy by passion led	H2
It acts instinctively it will be fed	H2
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A troop of country lasses paced the green	Z
Tired of their seats and anxious to be seen	Z
They pass'd Sir Ambrose turn'd and pass'd again	D
Some lightly tripp'd to make their meaning plain	C
The old man knew it well the thoughts of youth	J2
Came o'er his mind like consciousness of truth	J2
Or like a sunbeam through a lowering sky	R
It gave him youth again and ecstacy	C2
He joy'd to see them in this favourite spot	K2
Who of fourscore or fifty score would not	K2
He wink'd he nodded and then raised his hand	L2
'Twas seen and answer'd by the Oakly band	L2
Forth leap'd the light of heart and light of heel	M2
E'en stiff limb'd age the kindling joy could feel	M2
They form'd while yet the music started light	E
The grass beneath their feet was short and bright	E
Where thirty couple danced with all their might	E
The Forester caught lasses one by one	N2
And twirl'd his glossy green against the sun	N2
The Shepherd threw his doublet on the ground	O2
And clapp'd his hands and many a partner found	O2
His hat loops bursted in the jocund fray	P2
And floated o'er his head like blooming May	P2
Behind his heels his dog was barking loud	Q2
And threading all the mazes of the crowd	Q2
And had he boasted one had wagg'd his tail	R2
And plainly said What can my master ail	R2
To which the Shepherd had he been more cool	S2
Had only said 'Tis Oakly feast you fool	S2
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But where was Philip he who danced so well	T2
Had he retired had pleasure broke her spell	T2
No he had yielded to a tend'rer bond	U2
He sat beside his own sick Rosamond	V2
Whose illness long deferr'd their wedding hour	B
She wept and seem'd a lily in a shower	B
She wept to see him 'midst a crowd so gay	P2
For her sake lose the honours of the day	P2
But could a gentle youth be so unkind	P
Would Philip dance and leave his girl behind	P
She in her bosom hid a written prize	C2
Inestimably rich in Philip's eyes	C2
The warm effusion of a heart that glow'd	W2
With joy with love and hope by Heaven bestow'd	W2
He woo'd he soothed and every art assay'd	W2
To hush the scruples of the bashful maid	W2
Drawing at length against her weak command	W2
Reluctantly the treasure from her hand	W2
And would have read but passion chain'd his tongue	O
He turn'd aside and down the ballad flung	O
And paused so long from feeling and from shame	I
That old Sir Ambrose halloo'd him by name	I
Bring it to me my lad and never fear	X2
I never blamed true love or scorn'd a tear	M
They well become us e'en where branded most	W2
He came and made a proxy of his host	W2
Who as the dancers cooling join'd the throng	Y2
Eyed the fair writer as he read her song	Y2

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