The Poetical Works of Ebenezer Elliott Edited by his Son Edwin Elliott ... A New and Revised Edition: Two Volumes |
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FOOTPATHS.
The poor man's walk they take away,
The solace of his only day,
Where now, unseen, the flowers are blowing,
And, all unheard, the stream is flowing!
The solace of his only day,
Where now, unseen, the flowers are blowing,
And, all unheard, the stream is flowing!
In solitude unbroken,
Where rill and river glide,
The lover's elm, itself a grove,
Laments the absent voice of love;
How bless'd I oft sat there with Fanny,
When tiny Jem and little Annie
Were fairies at my side!
Where rill and river glide,
The lover's elm, itself a grove,
Laments the absent voice of love;
How bless'd I oft sat there with Fanny,
When tiny Jem and little Annie
Were fairies at my side!
O dew-dropp'd rose! O woodbine!
They close the bowery way,
Where oft my father's father stray'd,
And with the leaves and sunbeams play'd,
Or, like the river by the wild wood,
Ran with that river, in his childhood,
The gayest child of May!
They close the bowery way,
Where oft my father's father stray'd,
And with the leaves and sunbeams play'd,
Or, like the river by the wild wood,
Ran with that river, in his childhood,
The gayest child of May!
Where little feet o'er bluebells,
Pursued the sun-bless'd bee,
No more the child-loved daisy hears
The voice of childhood's hopes and fears;
Thrush! never more, by thy lone dwelling,
Where fountain'd vales thy tale are telling,
Will childhood startle thee?
Pursued the sun-bless'd bee,
No more the child-loved daisy hears
The voice of childhood's hopes and fears;
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Where fountain'd vales thy tale are telling,
Will childhood startle thee?
The poor man's path they take away,
His solace on the Sabbath day;
The sick heart's dewy path of roses,
Where day's eye lingers ere it closes!
His solace on the Sabbath day;
The sick heart's dewy path of roses,
Where day's eye lingers ere it closes!
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