O GODDARD! what art thou?—a name,― We met, while festive mirth ran wild, We parted upon solemn ground Fetch, sympathising Powers of air, Belov'd by every gentle Muse Tho' lodged within no vigorous frame, |Not vain is sadly-utter'd praise; Lamented Youth! to thy cold clay And, when thy Mother weeps for Thee, 9 Goldau is one of the villages deso. lated by the fall of part of the mountain Rossberg. 10 The corpse of poor Goddard was cast ashore on the estate of a Swiss gentleman, Mr. Keller, who performed all the rites of hospitality which could be rendered to the dead as well as to the living. He had a handsome mural monument erected in the church of Küsnacht, recording the death of the young Ameri. can, and also set an inscription on the shore of the lake, pointing out the spot where the body was deposited by the waves. 11 The persuasion here expressed was not groundless. The first human consolation that the afflicted Mother felt was derived from this tribute to her son's memory; a fact which the author learned, at his own residence, from her Daughter, who visited Europe some years afterwards. ELEGIAC PIECES. ADDRESS TO THE SCHOLARS OF THE I COME, ye little noisy Crew, Your hands, dear Little-ones, do all Here did he sit confined for hours; Come streaming down the streaming To stately Hall and Cottage rude panes. [mound Flow'd from his life what still they hold, Now stretch'd beneath his grass-green Light pleasures, every day, renew'd; He rests a prisoner of the ground. He loved the Sun, but if it rise Or set, to him where now he lies, And blessings half a century old. O true of heart, of spirit gay! Such solace find we for our loss; DIRGE. MOURN,Shepherd,near thy old grey stone; Thou one blind Sailor, rich in joy As he before had sanctified Ye Striplings, light of heart and gay, For us who here in funeral strain With one accord our voices raise, Let sorrow overcharged with pain Be lost in thankfulness and praise. And when our hearts shall feel a sting BY THE SIDE OF THE GRAVE SOME YEARS AFTER. IN MEMORY OF MY BROTHER, JOHN WORDSWORTH, Commander of the East India Company's Ship the Earl of Abergavenny, in which he perished by calamitous shipwreck, Feb. 5th, 1805. THE Sheep-boy whistled loud, and, lo! Deliberate and slow: Lord of the air, he took his flight; Thus in the weakness of my heart And let me calmly bless the Power With calmness suffer and believe, Here did we stop; and here look'd round 1 The subject of this piece is the same as of The Two April Mornings and Tho Funtain. See pages 146 and 147. 2 The point is two or three yards be LONG time his pulse hath ceased to beat; low the outlet of Grisdale tarn on a foot But benefits, his gift, we trace, Round this dear Vale, his native place. road by which a horse may pass to Paterdale; a ridge of Helvellyn on the left and the summit of Fairfield on the right -Author's Notes, 1843. He would have loved thy modest grace, Brother and friend, if verse of mine 4 The poet repeatedly celebrates the virtues and the sad death of his brother John. In a letter to his friend Sir George Beaumont, dated March 12, 1805, he makes the following reflections, started by that event: "Why have we sympathies that make the best of us so afraid of inflicting pain and sorrow, which yet we see dealt about so lavishly by the supreme Governor? Why should our notions of right towards each other, and to all sentient beings within our influence, differ so widely from what appears to be His notion and rule, if everything were to end here? Would it not be blasphemy to say that, upon the supposition of the think. ing principle being destroyed by death, how3 The plant alluded to is the Moss ever inferior we may be to the Cause and Campion. This most beautiful plant is Ruler of things, we have more of fore in scarce in England, though it is found in our nature than He has? The thought is great abundance upon the mountains of monstrous; and yet how to get rid of it, Scotland. The first specimen I ever saw except upon the supposition of another of it, in its native bed, was singularly and a better world, I do not see. As to fine, the tuft or cushion being at least my departed brother, who leads cur minds eight inches in diameter, and the root at present to these reflections, he walked proportionably thick. all his life pure among many impure." Such ebb and flow must ever be, As snowdrop on an infant's grave, the m Then wherefore should we mourn? [1806. Or lily heaving with the wave reast. ELEGIAC STANZAS. That feeds it and defends; As Vesper, ere the star hath kiss'd (Addresseed to Sir G. H. B. upon the death That from the vale ascends. of his Sister-in-law.) O FOR a dirge! But why complain? To twine around the Christian's brows, We pay a high and holy debt; Sad doom, at Sorrow's shrine to kneel, Thou takest not away, O Death! Thou strikest, absence perisheth, Indifference is no more; The future brightens on our sight; For on the past hath fallen a light That tempts us to adore.5 A EXTEMPORE EFFUSION UPON THE DEATH OF JAMES HOGG. WHEN first, descending from the moor lands, I saw the Stream of Yarrow glide When last along its banks I wander'd, Such once was hers, to think and think Their golden leaves upon the pathways, My steps the Border-minstrel led." 5 This lady [Mrs. Frances Fermor] had been a widow long before I knew her. Her husband was of the family of the lady celebrated in The Rape of the Lock. The sorrow which his death caused her was fearful in its character as described in this poem, but was subdued in course of time by the strength of her religious faith. I have been, for many weeks at a time, an inmate with her at Coleorton Hall, as were also Mrs. Wordsworth and my sister. The truth in the sketch of her character here given was acknowl. edged with gratitude by her nearest relatives. She was eloquent in conversation, energetic upon public matters, open in respect to those, but slow to communicate her personal feelings; upon these she a never touched in her intercourse with me, so that I could not regard myself as ingly surprised when I learnt she had her confidential friend, and was accordleft me a legacy of £100 as a token of her esteem.Author's Notes, 1843. Such look th' Oppressor might confound, But hush'd be every thought that springs No thorns can pierce her tender feet, 6 Alluding to the occasion of the poem Yarrow Visited. See page 165 7 Alluding to the occasion of the poem Yarrow Revisited. See page 167, note 10. 8 Sir Walter Scott died Sept. 21, 1832. 9 James Hogg, long and widely-dis tinguished at the Ettrick Shepherd," died in November, 1835. looking, Nor has the rolling year twice measured, | On which with thee, O Crabbe! forth The rapt One, of the godlike forehead, Like clouds that rake the mountain-sum- Or waves that own no curbing hand, Yet I, whose lids from infant slumber I gazed from Hampstead's breezy heath. As if but yesterday departed, Mourn rather for that holy Spirit, No more of old romantic sorrows, 3 The Rev. George Crabbe died Feb. 3, 1832. 4 Alluding to Mrs. Felicia Hemans, Our haughty life is crown'd with dark- who died May 16, 1835. ness, 5 These verses were written extemLike London with its own black wreath, of the Ettrick Shepherd's death, in the pore, immediately after reading a notice Newcastle paper, to the Editor of which sons lamented in these verses were all I sent a copy for publication. The pereither of my friends or acquaintances. Author's Notes, 1843. ELEGIAC STANZAS, SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE OF PEELE CASTLE, IN A STORM, I WAS thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile! So pure the sky, so quiet was the air! How perfect was the calm! it seem'd no sleep; Ah! THEN, if mine had been the Painter's hand, |