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At the corner of Wood-street, when day-light appears, There's a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three
years : Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard In the silence of morning the song of the Bird.
'Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her? She sees
Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale,
She looks, and her Heart is in heaven: but they fade,
For the Spot where the HERMITAGE stood on Sl. Herleri's
If Thou in the dear love of some one Friend
Hast been so bappy, that thou know'st what
thoughts Will, sometimes, in the happiness of love Make the heart sick, then wilt thou reverence This quiet spot. St. Herbert hither came, And here, for many seasons, from the world Removed, and the affections of the world, He dwelt in solitude.-But he had left A Fellow-labourer, whom the good Man loved. As his own soul. And, when within his cave Alone he knelt before the crucifix
While o'er the Lake the cataract of Lodore
Pealed to his orisons, and when he paced
Written with a pencil upon a stone in the wall of the Ilouse
(an Out-house) on the Island at Grasmere.
Rude is this Edifice, and Thou hast seen