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EXPOSTULATION AND REPLY.
“ Why, William, on that old gray stone,
Where are your
books? that light bequeathed To beings else forlorn and blind! Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed From dead men to their kind.
You look round on your mother earth,
One morning thus, by Esthwaite lake, When life was sweet, I knew not why, To me my good friend Matthew spake, And thus I made reply:
“ The eye — it cannot choose but see;
Nor less I deem that there are Powers
Think you, mid all this mighty sum
- Then ask not wherefore, here, alone, Conversing as I may, I sit upon
this old gray stone, And dream my time away."