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Or some great Caravan, from well to well
Now the scene shifts to Venice-to a square
To Naples next—and at the crowded gate,
And She inspires, whose beauty shines in all;
No, 'tis not here that Solitude is known.
O thou all-eloquent, whose mighty mind
Streams like the day—who, angel-like, hast shed
Now in their turn assisting, they repay The anxious cares of many and many a day; And now by those he loves relieved, restored, His very wants and weaknesses afford A feeling of enjoyment. In his walks, Leaning on them, how oft he stops and talks, While they look up! Their questions, their replies, Fresh as the welling waters, round him rise, Gladdening his spirit: and, his theme the past, How eloquent he is! His thoughts flow fast; And, while his heart (oh can the heart grow old? False are the tales that in the World are told !)
Swells in his voice, he knows not where to end; Like one discoursing of an absent friend.
But there are moments which he calls his own. Then, never less alone than when alone, Those that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves-not dead—but gone before, He gathers round him; and revives at will Scenes in his life-that breathe enchantment stillThat come not now at dreary intervals— But where a light as from the Blessed falls, A light such guests bring ever-pure and holyLapping the soul in sweetest melancholy ! -Ah then less willing (nor the choice condemn) To live with others than to think on them!
And now behold him up the hill ascending, Memory and Hope like evening-stars attending; Sustained, excited, till his course is run, By deeds of virtue done or to be done. When on his couch he sinks at length to rest, Those by his counsel saved, his power redressed, Those by the World shunned ever as unblest, At whom the rich man's dog growls from the gate, But whom he sought out, sitting desolate, Come and stand round—the widow with her child, As when she first forgot her tears and smiled! They, who watch by him, see not; but he sees, Sees and exults—Were ever dreams like these? They, who watch by him, hear not; but he hears, And Earth recedes, and Heaven itself appears !