And as a swift, by tender cares opprest, Peeps often ere she dart into her nest, So to the untrodden floor, where round him looks His father, helpless as the babe he rocks, Oft he descends to nurse the brother pair, 1820.] [Variant 127: 1820. Where, ... 1815.] [Variant 128: 1836. Rush down the living rocks with whirlwind sound. 1815.] [Variant 129: 1820. Content ... 1815. ] [Variant 130: 1836. ... consecrate ... 1815.] [Variant 131: The following lines were erased in 1836, and in all subsequent editions: "Here," cried a swain, whose venerable head Bloom'd with the snow-drops of Man's narrow bed, Last night, while by his dying fire, as clos'd The day, in luxury my limbs repos'd, Here Penury oft from misery's mount will guide Ev'n to the summer door his icy tide, And here the avalanche of Death destroy The little cottage of domestic Joy. 1793.] ... a Swain, upon whose hoary head The "blossoms of the grave" were thinly spread, 1820. ... a thoughtful Swain, upon whose head 1827.] [Variant 132: 1836. But, ah! the unwilling mind ... 1820.] [Variant 133: 1836. The churlish gales, that unremitting blow Cold from necessity's continual snow, 1820.] [Variant 134: 1836. To us ... 1820.] [Variant 135: 1836. ... a never-ceasing ... 1820.] [Variant 136: 1836. The father, as his sons of strength become To pay the filial debt, for food to roam, 1820.] [Variant 137: 1836. From his bare nest ... 1820.] [Variant 138: 1836. His last dread pleasure! watches ... 1820.] [Variant 139: 1836. When the poor heart has all its joys resigned, Why does their sad remembrance cleave behind? 1820.] [Variant 140: 1836. Soft o'er the waters mournful measures swell, Unlocking tender thought's "memorial cell"; Past pleasures are transformed to mortal pains And poison spreads along the listener's veins. 1820. While poison ... 1827.] [Variant 141: 1836. Fair smiling lights the purpled hills illume! 1815.] [Variant 142: 1836. Soft ... 1815.] [Variant 143: 1836. Soon flies the little joy to man allowed, And grief before him travels like a cloud: 1815.] [Variant 144: 1836. (Expanding four lines into six.) For come Diseases on, and Penury's rage, Labour, and Care, and Pain, and dismal Age, Till, Hope-deserted, long in vain his breath Implores the dreadful untried sleep of Death. 1815.] [Variant 145: 1836. A Temple stands; which holds an awful shrine, 1815.] [Variant 146: 1836. Pale, dreadful faces round the Shrine appear, 1815.] [Variant 147: 1836. After this line the editions of 1815-1832 have the following couplet: