Such pleasure now is mine, albeit forced, Herein less happy than the Traveller To cast from time to time a painful look Upon unwelcome things, which unawares Reveal themselves; not therefore is my heart 495 Depressed, nor does it fear what is to come, But confident, enriched at every glance. The more I see the more delight my mind Receives, or by reflexion can create. Truth justifies herself, and as she dwells 500 With Hope, who would not follow where she leads? Nor let me pass unheeded other loves Where no fear is, and humbler sympathies. Already hath sprung up within my heart A liking for the small grey horse that bears 505 The paralytic man, and for the brute-- In Scripture sanctified--the patient brute, On which the cripple, in the quarry maimed, Rides to and fro: I know them and their ways.[370] The famous sheep-dog, first in all the Vale, 510 Though yet to me a stranger, will not be A stranger long; nor will the blind man’s guide, Meek and neglected thing, of no renown! Soon will peep forth the primrose; ere it fades Friends shall I have at dawn, blackbird and thrush 515 To rouse me, and a hundred warblers more; And if those eagles to their ancient hold Return, Helvellyn’s eagles! with the pair From my own door I shall be free to claim Acquaintance as they sweep from cloud to cloud. 520 The owl that gives the name to Owlet-Crag Have I heard whooping, and he soon will be A chosen one of my regards. See there The heifer in yon little croft belongs To one who holds it dear; with duteous care 525 She reared it, and in speaking of her charge I heard her scatter some endearing words Domestic, and in spirit motherly She being herself a Mother, happy Beast If the caresses of a human voice 530 Can make it so, and care of human hands. And ye as happy under Nature’s care, Strangers to me, and all men, or at least Strangers to all particular amity, All intercourse of knowledge or of love 535 That parts the individual from his kind, Whether in large communities ye keep From year to year, not shunning Man’s abode, A settled residence, or be from far, Wild creatures, and of many homes, that come 540 The gift of winds, and whom the winds again Take from us at your pleasure--yet shall ye Not want, for this, your own subordinate place In my affections. Witness the delight With which erewhile I saw that multitude 545 Wheel through the sky, and see them now at rest, Yet not at rest, upon the glassy lake. They _cannot_ rest, they gambol like young whelps;