Upon Hearing Of The Death Of The Late Vicar Of Kendal
TO public notice, with reluctance strong,
Did I deliver this unfinished Song;
Yet for one happy issue;--and I look
With self-congratulation on the Book
Which pious, learned, MURFITT saw and read;--
Upon my thoughts his saintly Spirit fed;
He conned the new-born Lay with grateful heart--
Foreboding not how soon he must depart;
Unweeting that to him the joy was given
Which good men take with them from earth to heaven.
More verses by William Wordsworth
- Hint From The Mountains For Certain Political Pretenders
- George And Sarah Green
- There Is A Bondage Worse, Far Worse, To Bear
- Avaunt All Specious Pliancy Of Mind
- Hail, Zaragoza! If With Unwet Eye