My Friend! enough to sorrow you have given; The purposes of wisdom ask no more: Be wise and cheerful, and no longer read The forms of things with an unworthy eye; She sleeps in the calm earth, and peace is here. I well remember that those very plumes, Those weeds, and the high spear-grass on that wall, By mist and silent raindrops silvered o'er, As once I passed, into my heart convey'd So still an image of tranquillity, So calm and still, and look'd so beautiful Amid the uneasy thoughts which fill'd my mind, That what we feel of sorrow and despair From ruin and from change, and all the griefs The passing shows of Being leave behind, Appear'd an idle dream, that could not live Where meditation was. I turn'd away, And walk'd along my road in happiness. "What meditation?" cries out Christopher North. "Turn thou, O child of a day, to the New Testament, and therein thou mayest find comfort." And Wordsworth in his revision made the following additions to this fine pagan passage: ----Enough to sorrow you have given; The purposes of wisdom ask no more: Nor more would she have craved as due to one Who in her worst distress, had often felt The unbounded might of prayer; and learned, with soul Fixed on the cross, that consolation springs From sources deeper far than deepest pain For the meek sufferer. Why then should we read The forms of things with an unworthy eye? She sleeps in the calm earth, and peace is here. Then follow the beautiful lines about the weeds, the spear-grass, the mist and rain-drops, as quoted above; but the close of the passage is extended as follows: ----All the griefs That passing shows of Being leave behind, Appeared an idle dream, that could maintain Nowhere dominion o'er the enlightened spirit Whose meditative sympathies repose Upon the breast of Faith. I turned away, And walked along my road in happiness.