"As through the garden's desert paths Irove. That massive beam, with curious carvings wrought, Whence the caged linnet soothed my pensive thought; Those muskets, cased with venerable rust; Those once loved forms, still breathing through their dust, Still, from the frame in mould gigantic cast, As through the garden's desert paths I rove, Childhood's loved group revisits every scene; 3 Thou first, best friend that Heaven assigns below What softened views thy magic glass reveals, When o'er the landscape Time's meek twilight steals! The School's lone porch, with reverend mosses gray, Up springs, at every step, to claim a tear, |