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FIELD-FOOT. II.
A human instinct, breathed into the soulBy Him who out of chaos Eden made,
Has work'd unseen behind yon leafy shade.—
The sense of beauty, stealthy as the mole
But like the lynx keen-vision'd, upward stole
Along the frowning walls, and there essay'd
The more than wizard power of axe and spade,
To lift the aspirant to a lofty goal.
The bird-like spirit of hope from bough to bough,
From rock to rock, incited labour on:
Reluctant nature smooth'd her angry brow,
For not a line of savage grace was gone,
From lowly Field-foot to the crowning Fell;
So shrewdly work'd the Master of the Spell!
Rydal, July 18, 1849.
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