Stones from The Quarry or, Moods of Mind. By Henry Browne [i.e. Henry Ellison] |
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ON THE WELL-KNOWN ANECDOTE OF MILTON
ASLEEP UNDER A TREE. |
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ON THE WELL-KNOWN ANECDOTE OF MILTON ASLEEP UNDER A TREE.
The Lord o' the mansion keepeth watch no more;He hath cast off the burthen and the pack
Of yesterdays, like wallet from his back;
He slumbereth in his inner chamber, o'er
His treasures, like a miser o'er his store:
Not gold or silver—of these he doth lack—
But his high thoughts and yearnings; on their track
Pausing, like nestling eaglets ere they soar.
The watchmen of the ears lie fast asleep;
The sentries of the eyes dose at their post;
The voluble tongue Morphean fetters keep.
Haply before him pass the heavenly host;
And yawns beneath him the abysmal deep;
With “Paradise Regained,” the Found and Lost!
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