y nook,

    And ill could I t of sucing brook.

    But, whe proffered gold,

    to cruel injuries he became a prey,

    Sore traversed in weer  and sold:

    roubles grew upon him day by day,

    till all ance fell into decay.

    tle range of er was denied;[2]

    All but the bed where his old body lay,

    All, all was seized, and weeping, side by side,

    e soug abide.

    Can I forget t miserable hour,

    op, my sire surveyed,

    Peering above trees, teeple tower,

    t on  music made?

    till t there be laid,

    Close by my motive bowers:

    Bidding me trust in God, ood and prayed,--

    I could not pray:--tears t fell in showers,

    Glimmerd our dear-loved home, alas! no longer ours!

    th whom I had loved so long,

    t  say.

    Mid tains many and many a song

    e tle birds in May.

    o tire of childish play

    e seemed still more and more to prize eacher:

    e talked of marriage and our marriage day;

    And I in truther,

    For never could I o meet her.

    to a distant town

    repair, to ply tists trade.

    tears of bitter grief till then unknown!

    tender vo sad kiss delayed!

    to urned:--we her aid.

    Like one revived, upon ,

    And her whom he had loved in joy, he said

    ;

    And in a quiet .

    Four years eac,

    By constant toil and constant prayer supplied.

    ts lay upon my breast;

    And often, vie smiles, I