The Cambridge book of poetry and song . are there:But in the garden-bower the brideAnd bridemaids singing are:And hark the little vesper bell,Which biddeth me to prayer! O Wedding-Guest! this soul hath beenAlone on a wide wide sea:So lonely twas, that God himselfScarce seemed there to be. O sweeter than the marriage-feast,Tis sweeter far to walk together to the kirk,With a goodly company! To walk together to the all together pray,While each to his great Father bends,Old men, and babes, and loving friendsAnd youths and maidens gay! Farewell, farewell! but this I tellTo thee,thou
The Cambridge book of poetry and song . are there:But in the garden-bower the brideAnd bridemaids singing are:And hark the little vesper bell,Which biddeth me to prayer! O Wedding-Guest! this soul hath beenAlone on a wide wide sea:So lonely twas, that God himselfScarce seemed there to be. O sweeter than the marriage-feast,Tis sweeter far to walk together to the kirk,With a goodly company! To walk together to the all together pray,While each to his great Father bends,Old men, and babes, and loving friendsAnd youths and maidens gay! Farewell, farewell! but this I tellTo thee,thou Wedding-Guest!He prayeth well, who loveth wellBoth man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth bestAll things both great and small;For the dear God who loveth us,He made and loveth all. The Mariner, whose eye is bright,AVhose beard with age is gone: and now the Wedding-GuestTurned from the bridegrooms door. He w^ent like one that hath been stunned,And is of sense forlorn:A sadder and a wiser man,He rose the morrow [From ChrisiabeL] ^ BROKEN FltlEynSHlPS. Alas! they had been friends inyouth;But whispering tongues can poison truth;And constancy lives in realms above;And life is thorny; and youth is vain;And to be wroth with one we love,Doth work like madness in the thus it chanced, as I Koland and Sir spake words of high disdainAnd insult to his hearts best brother:They parted — neer to meet again!But never either found anotherTo free the hollow heart from pain-ing—They stood aloof, the scars cliffs which had been rent asun-derA dreary sea now flows between; —But neither heat, nor frost, nor thun-der,Shall wholly do away, I ween,The marks of that which once hathbeen. [From The Three Graves.]BELL AND BROOK. Tis sweet to hear a brook, tis sweet To hear the Sabbath-bell. Tis sweet to hear them both at once, Deep in a woody dell. [From Dejection.] A GJUEF without a pang, void, dark,and drear,A stifled, dro
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