. Home school of American literature: . s of prayer. Whatever tale in the bell is heard, He broods on his folded feet, unstirred. Or, rising half in his rounded takes the time to smooth his breast;Then drops again, with filmed eyes,And sleeps as the last vibration dies. Sweet bird ! I would that I could be A hermit in the crowd like thee! With wings to fly to wood and glen. Thy lot, like mine, is cast with men; And daily, with unwilling feet, I tread, like thee, the crowded street; But, unlike me, when day is oer, Thou canst dismiss the world, and soar; Or, at a half-felt wish for rest
. Home school of American literature: . s of prayer. Whatever tale in the bell is heard, He broods on his folded feet, unstirred. Or, rising half in his rounded takes the time to smooth his breast;Then drops again, with filmed eyes,And sleeps as the last vibration dies. Sweet bird ! I would that I could be A hermit in the crowd like thee! With wings to fly to wood and glen. Thy lot, like mine, is cast with men; And daily, with unwilling feet, I tread, like thee, the crowded street; But, unlike me, when day is oer, Thou canst dismiss the world, and soar; Or, at a half-felt wish for rest. Canst smooth the feathers on thy breast, And drop, forgetful, to thy nest. I would that in such wings of gold, I could my weary heart up-fold ; I would I could look down unmoved, (Unloving as I am unloved,) And while the world throngs on beneath. Smooth down my cares, and calmly breathe; And never sad with others sadness. And never glad with others gladness, Listen, unstirred, to knell or chime, And, lapped in quiet, bide my time. ^^. RICHARD HENRY STODDARD.
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