Life left my loaded heart, and closing eye; 5 A sigh recall’d the wanderer to my breast; Dear was the pause of life, and dear the sigh That call’d the wanderer home, and home to rest. That tear proclaims--in thee each virtue dwells, And bright will shine in misery’s midnight hour; 10 As the soft star of dewy evening tells What radiant fires were drown’d by day’s malignant pow’r, That only wait the darkness of the night To chear the wand’ring wretch with hospitable light. AXIOLOGUS. [European Magazine, 1787, vol. xi. p. 302.] S.T.C. addressed some lines to Wordsworth under the name Axiologus. The following is a sample, sent to me by the late Mr. Dykes Campbell, _Ad Vilmum Axiologum_.--ED.[338] AD VILMUM AXIOLOGUM This be the meed, that thy song creates a thousand-fold echo! Sweet as the warble of woods, that awakes at the gale of the morning! List! the Hearts of the Pure, like caves in the ancient mountains Deep, deep _in_ the Bosom, and _from_ the Bosom resound it, Each with a different tone, complete or in musical fragments-- All have welcomed thy Voice, and receive and retain and prolong it! This is the word of the Lord! it is spoken and Beings Eternal Live and are borne as an Infant, the Eternal begets the Immortal-- Love is the Spirit of Life, and Music the Life of the Spirit! [337] The only justification for republishing this sonnet is that it is the earliest authoritative record of Wordsworth’s attempts in Verse. It is a much more authentic one than the _Extract from the conclusion of a Poem, composed in anticipation of leaving School_, or than the lines _Written in very early Youth_, and beginning Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.