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Her buoyant Spirit can prevail
Where common cheerfulness would fail ;
An animal delight though dim!
The more I looked, I wondered more -And, while I scanned them o'er and o'er, A moment gave me to espy
A trouble in her strong black eye;
A remnant of uneasy light,
A flash of something over-bright!
Nor long this mystery did detain
So be it! but let praise ascend To Him who is our Lord and Friend! Who from disease and suffering
Hath called for thee a second Spring;
Repaid thee for that sore distress
By no untimely joyousness;
Which makes of thine a blissful state; And cheers thy melancholy Mate!
FLY, some kind Spirit, fly to Grasmere-dale,
The happy Kitten bound with frolic might,
While we have wandered over wood and wild,
Smile on his Mother now with bolder cheer.
THE BLIND HIGHLAND BOY.
A TALE TOLD BY THE FIRE-SIDE, AFTER RETURNING TO THE VALE OF GRASMERE.
Now we are tired of boisterous joy,
This corner is
stool and rest;
There! take your seat, and let me see
That you can listen quietly;
And, as I promised, I will tell
That strange adventure which befel
A poor blind Highland Boy.
A Highland Boy! - why call him so?
He ne'er had seen one earthly sight;
Or fish in stream, or bird in bower,
And yet he neither drooped nor pined, Nor had a melancholy mind;
For God took pity on the Boy,
And was his friend; and gave
Of which we nothing know.
His Mother, too, no doubt, above