Thy spirits have a fainter flow, 5 I see thee daily weaker grow— 'Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! But well thou play'dst the housewife's part, Have wound themselves about this heart, 20 55. No voice divine the storm allay'd, When, snatch'd from all effectual aid, But I beneath a rougher sea, And whelm'd in deeper gulfs than he. TOMORROW 65 W. Cowper In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining, Than a snug elbow-chair will afford for reclining, CCVI. With an ambling pad-pony to pace o'er the lawn, 5 And blithe as the lark that each day hails the dawn With a porch at my door, both for shelter and shade too, 10 And a small spot of ground for the use of the spade too, With a barn for the use of the flail : A cow for my dairy, a dog for my game, And a purse when a friend wants to borrow; I'll envy no Nabob his riches or fame, 15 Or what honours may wait him Tomorrow. From the bleak northern blast may my cot be completely Secured by a neighbouring hill; And at night may repose steal upon me more sweetly 20 And while peace and plenty I find at my board, With my friends may I share what Today may afford, And when I at last must throw off this frail cov'ring 25 But my face in the glass I'll serenely survey, And with smiles count each wrinkle and furrow ; As this old worn-out stuff, which is threadbare Today, J. Collins 56. Life! I know not what thou art, Life! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; -Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning. 30 CCVII. A. L. Barbauld 5 10 |