For love, that comes to all; the holy sense, Best gift of God, in thee was most intense; 30 A chain of heart, a feeling of the mind, A tender sympathy, which did thee bind Not only to us Men, but to thy Kind: Yea, for thy Fellow-brutes in thee we saw The soul of Love, Love's intellectual law:-- Hence, if we wept, it was not done in shame; Our tears from passion and from reason came, And, therefore, shalt thou be an honoured name! _SONNET_. ADMONITION, (Intended more particularly for the Perusal of those who may have happened to be enamoured of some beautiful Place of Retreat, in the Country of the Lakes.) Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye! --The lovely Cottage in the guardian nook Hath stirr'd thee deeply; with its own dear brook, Its own small pasture, almost its own sky! But covet not th' Abode--oh! do not sigh, As many do, repining while they look, Sighing a wish to tear from Nature's Book This blissful leaf, with worst impiety. Think what the home would be if it were thine, Even thine, though few thy wants!--Roof, window, door, The very flowers are sacred to the Poor, The roses to the porch which they entwine: Yea, all, that now enchants thee, from the day On which it should be touch'd, would melt, and melt away! _SONNET_. ... "_gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name_." Though narrow be that Old Man's cares, and near The poor Old Man is greater than he seems: For he hath waking empire, wide as dreams; An ample sovereignty of eye and ear. Rich are his walks with supernatural chear; The region of his inner spirit teems With vital sounds, and monitory gleams Of high astonishment and pleasing fear. He the seven birds hath seen that never part, Seen the SEVEN WHISTLERS in their nightly rounds, And counted them: and oftentimes will start-- For overhead are sweeping GABRIEL'S HOUNDS, Doom'd, with their impious Lord, the flying Hart To chase for ever, on aerial grounds. _SONNET_. A PROPHECY. Feb. 1807. High deeds, O Germans, are to come from you! Thus in your Books the record shall be found, "A Watchword was pronounced, a potent sound, ARMINIUS!--all the people quaked like dew Stirr'd by the breeze--they rose, a Nation, true, True to itself--the mighty Germany, She of the Danube and the Northern sea, She rose,--and off at once the yoke she threw. All power was given her in the dreadful trance-- Those new-born Kings she wither'd like a flame." --Woe to them all! but heaviest woe and shame To that Bavarian, who did first advance His banner in accursed league with France, First open Traitor to her sacred name! _SONNET_, TO THOMAS CLARKSON, On the final passing of the Bill for the Abolition of the Slave Trade, March, 1807.