FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   176   177   178   179   180   181   182   183   184   185   186   187   188   189   190   191   192   193   194   195   196   197   198   199   200  
201   202   203   204   205   206   207   208   209   >>  
ORDSWORTH. 282. THE FOUNTAIN. _A Conversation._ We talk'd with open heart, and tongue Affectionate and true, A pair of friends, though I was young, And Matthew seventy-two. We lay beneath a spreading oak, Beside a mossy seat; And from the turf a fountain broke And gurgled at our feet. "Now, Matthew!" said I "let us match This water's pleasant tune With some old border song, or catch That suits a summer's noon. "Or of the church-clock and the chimes Sing here beneath the shade That half-mad thing of witty rhymes Which you last April made!" In silence Matthew lay, and eyed The spring beneath the tree; And thus the dear old man replied, The gray-hair'd man of glee: "No check, no stay, this Streamlet fears, How merrily it goes! 'Twill murmur on a thousand years And flow as now it flows. "And here, on this delightful day I cannot choose but think How oft, a vigorous man, I lay Beside this fountain's brink. "My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirr'd, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. "Thus fares it still in our decay: And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what Age takes away, Than what it leaves behind. "The blackbird amid leafy trees-- The lark above the hill, Let loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. "With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife; they see A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free: "But we are press'd by heavy laws; And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy, because We have been glad of yore. "If there be one who need bemoan His kindred laid in earth, The household hearts that were his own,-- It is the man of mirth. "My days, my friend, are almost gone, My life has been approved, And many love me; but by none Am I enough beloved." "Now both himself and me he wrongs, The man who thus complains! I live and sing my idle songs Upon these happy plains: "And Matthew, for thy children dead I'll be a son to thee!" At this he grasp'd my hand and said, "Alas! that cannot be." We rose up from the fountain-side;
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   176   177   178   179   180   181   182   183   184   185   186   187   188   189   190   191   192   193   194   195   196   197   198   199   200  
201   202   203   204   205   206   207   208   209   >>  



Top keywords:

Matthew

 

beneath

 
fountain
 
Beside
 

strife

 

foolish

 

beautiful

 

Nature

 

blackbird


leaves

 
carols
 

approved

 

friend

 

wrongs

 
complains
 
beloved
 

children

 

ORDSWORTH


household

 

hearts

 

plains

 

kindred

 

bemoan

 

chimes

 

church

 

summer

 

silence


tongue

 

spring

 

rhymes

 

border

 
friends
 

spreading

 

gurgled

 

pleasant

 

Affectionate


replied

 

FOUNTAIN

 

Conversation

 

childish

 

Mourns

 

seventy

 

Streamlet

 

merrily

 

murmur


thousand

 

choose

 
vigorous
 

delightful