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SONNET TO WORDSWORTH.

But thy last gift!—how precious to my sight!
But to my soul much more, is the rich page
Of Wordsworth, bard, interpreter, and sage
Of Nature in her majesty and might!
With what an earnest, yet serene delight,
He seeks her beauties, all her moods and forms
And gives them language, till his spirit warms
With a desire to take the loftiest flight!
I like him well, when “'mid the untrodden ways,”
Among the lowly dwellings of the poor,
He finds some wisdom at the humblest door,
And weaves it in the tissue of his lays.
Who with right feeling reads his tranquil song,
Should grow more calm and wise, more purified and strong.