He might then say, with something of a proud content, The moving accident is not my trade; To freeze the blood I have no ready arts; ’Tis my delight alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts. The passages in which this thoughtful humanity and far-sighted spiritual vision appear in beautiful union, are too numerous for quotation, or even for reference. We will give but two, and extract them as hints of his spiritual biography and the growth of his mind: Love he had found in huts where poor men lie; His daily teachers had been woods and rills, _The silence that is in the starry sky,_ _The sleep that is among the lonely hills._ —- But who is He with modest looks, And clad in homely russet brown? He murmurs near the running brooks A music sweeter than their own. He is retired as noontide dew, Or fountain in a noonday grove; And you must love him, ’ere to you He will seem worthy of your love. The outward shows of sky and earth, Of hill and valley, he had viewed; And impulses of deeper birth _Had come_ to him in solitude. In common things that round us lie Some random truths he can impart— The harvest of a quiet eye That sleeps and broods on his own heart. We shall give but one more extract; illustrative of the moral wisdom which the poetic recluse had drank in from Nature, and incorporated with his own character. It was written at the age of twenty-five: If thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure, Stranger! henceforth be warned; and know that pride, Howe’er disguised in its own majesty, Is littleness; that he who feels contempt For any living thing, hath faculties Which he has never used; that thought with him Is in its infancy. The man whose eye Is ever on himself doth look on one, The least of Nature’s works, one who might move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Unlawful, ever. O be wiser, Thou! Instructed that true knowledge leads to love; True dignity abides with him alone Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, Can still suspect, and still revere himself, In lowliness of heart.