1 That, Father! will I gladly do: The minster-clock has just struck two, At this the Father raised his hook, He plied his work;-and Lucy took Not blither is the mountain roe: Her feet disperse the powdery snow, The storm came on before its time: She wandered up and down; And many a hill did Lucy climb But never reached the town. The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At day-break on a hill they stood That over-looked the moor; And thence they saw the bridge of wood, A furlong from their door. They wept and, turning homeward, cried,1 "In heaven we all shall meet;" -When in the snow the mother spied 1827. And now they homeward turned, and cryed, 1800. 1815. Then downwards from the steep hill's edge 1 And through the broken hawthorn hedge, And then an open field they crossed: The marks were still the same; They tracked them on, nor ever lost; They followed from the snowy bank Into the middle of the plank; And further there were none ! -Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild. O'er rough and smooth she trips along, And never looks behind; And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind. This poem was illustrated by Sir George Beaumont, in a picture of some merit, which was engraved by P. C. Bromley, and published in the collected editions of 1815 and 1820.-ED. 1 1845. Then downward from the steep hill's edge Half breathless from the steep hill's edge 1800. 1832. [Written in Germany, 1799. Suggested by an account I had of a wanderer in Somersetshire.] WHEN Ruth was left half-desolate, Her Father took another Mate; And she had made a pipe of straw, 1 1802. 2 As if she from her birth had been Beneath her father's roof, alone She seemed to live; her thoughts her own; 3 1827. Herself her own delight; Pleased with herself, nor sad, nor gay; And, passing thus the live-long day, She grew to woman's height.3 There came a Youth from Georgia's shore A military casque he wore, A slighted child, This Stanza not in edition 1800. She passed her time; and in this way Grew up to woman's height. 1800. 1802. With splendid feathers drest; He brought them from the Cherokees; And made a gallant crest. From Indian blood you deem him sprung: And, when America was free From battle and from jeopardy, He 'cross the ocean came. With hues of genius on his cheek The moon, the glory of the sun, And streams that murmur as they run, Had been his dearest joy. He was a lovely Youth! I guess The panther in the wilderness Was not so fair as he; And, when he chose to sport and play, No dolphin ever was so gay Upon the tropic sea. Among the Indians he had fought, And with him many tales he brought Such tales as told to any maid By such a Youth, in the green shade, He told of girls—a happy rout! Who quit their fold with dance and shout, To gather strawberries all day long; When daylight is gone down. He spake of plants that hourly change With budding, fading, faded flowers From morn to evening dews. He told of the magnolia* spread The cypress and her spire; -Of flowers † that with one scarlet gleam To set the hills on fire. The youth of green savannahs spake, Of islands, that together lie He spake of plants divine and strange every hour Magnolia grandiflora. 1800. 1800. 1802. + The splendid appearance of these scarlet flowers, which are scattered with such profusion over the Hills in the southern parts of North America, is frequently mentioned by Bartram in his travels. 1800. |