Sonnets :: :: University of Virginia Library

I meet him still at his accustom'd hour
Duly each morn as he ascends the hill,
Where the high cross of Tottenham doth fulfil
Its purpose with admonitory power!
Or wandering by the side of pastoral Lea,
Who murmurs in his ear of happier days,
When Walton on his banks sung Marlowe's lays,
Blending with these his cheerful piety!
Long may his spirit greet me on the road,
And oft revive within my lonely breast
The sweet remembrance of his lov'd abode,
And sweeter smile that gave my worn feet rest,
And ev'n a parent's care on me bestow'd,
Light'ning each burthen that my heart opprest.