The One, yet unbreeched, is not three birthdays old, His Grandsire that age more than thirty times told ; There are ninety good seasons of fair and foul weather Between them, and both go a-stealing together. With chips is the Carpenter strewing his floor? Old Daniel begins, he stops short and his eye, He once had a heart which was moved by the wires 'Twas a path trod by thousands; but Daniel is one gray hairs. The pair sally forth hand in hand: ere the sun Has peered o'er the beeches, their work is begun : And yet, into whatever sin they may fall, This Child but half knows it, and that not at all. They hunt through the streets with deliberate tread, Neither checked by the rich nor the needy they roam ; Old Man! whom so oft I with pity have eyed, V. ANIMAL TRANQUILLITY AND DECAY. A SKETCH. THE little hedge-row birds, That peck along the road, regard him not. To settled quiet: he is one by whom All effort seems forgotten; one to whom To peace so perfect, that the young behold With envy, what the Old Man hardly feels. |