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The weary have life, and the hungry have bliss; 10 The mourner is cheered, and the anxious have rest; And the guilt-burthened soul is no longer opprest. As the Moon brightens round her the clouds of the night, So He, where he stands, is a centre of light; It gleams on the face, there, of dusky-browed[1] Jack, 15 And the pale-visaged Baker's, with basket on back. That errand-bound 'Prentice was passing in haste-- What matter! he's caught--and his time runs to waste; The Newsman is stopped, though he stops on the fret; And the half-breathless Lamplighter--he's in the net! 20 The Porter sits down on the weight which he bore; The Lass with her barrow wheels hither her store;[2]-- If a thief could be here he might pilfer at ease; She sees the Musician, 'tis all that she sees! 24 He stands, backed by the wall;--he abates not his din; His hat gives him vigour, with boons dropping in, From the old and the young, from the poorest; and there! The one-pennied Boy has his penny to spare. O blest are the hearers, and proud be the hand 29 Of the pleasure it spreads through so thankful a band; I am glad for him, blind as he is!--all the while If they speak 'tis to praise, and they praise with a smile. That tall Man, a giant in bulk and in height, Not an inch of his body is free from delight; Can he keep himself still, if he would? oh, not he! 35 The music stirs in him like wind through a tree. Mark that Cripple[3] who leans on his crutch; like a tower That long has leaned forward, leans hour after hour!-- That Mother,[4] whose spirit in fetters is bound, While she dandles the Babe in her arms to the sound. 40 Now, coaches and chariots! roar on like a stream; Here are twenty souls happy as souls in a dream: They are deaf to your murmurs--they care not for you, Nor what ye are flying, nor[5] what ye pursue! This must be assigned to the same London visit, in the spring of 1806, referred to in the note to the previous poem. Charles Lamb wrote to Wordsworth in 1815, "Your _Power of Music_ reminded me of his" (Bourne's) "poem of _The Ballad Singer in the Seven Dials_."--ED. VARIANTS: [1] 1815. ... dusky-faced ... 1807. [2] 1815. ... for store;--
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