And such as lift their foreheads overprized, 30 Should sometimes think, where’er they chance to spy This child of Nature’s own humility, What recompense is kept in store or left For all that seem neglected or bereft; With what nice care equivalents are given, 35 How just, how bountiful, the hand of Heaven. _March, 1840._ [214] The small wild Geranium known by that name.--W.W. 1842. [215] These things remain comparatively unaltered. Rydal Mount has suffered little in picturesqueness since Wordsworth’s death; while the house, and the grounds, have gained in many ways by what the present tenant has done for them. It is impossible to keep such a place exactly as it was left by its greatest tenant; and Mr. Crewdson has certainly not injured, but wisely improved the place.--ED. [216] Compare what is said of it in the _Memoirs of Wordsworth_, by his nephew, vol. i. p. 20.--ED. [217] 1849. … tuft 1842. [218] 1845. … want or wealth 1842. ON A PORTRAIT OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON UPON THE FIELD OF WATERLOO, BY HAYDON[219] Composed August 31, 1840.--Published 1842 [This was composed while I was ascending Helvellyn in company with my daughter and her husband. She was on horseback, and rode to the top of the hill without once dismounting, a feat which it was scarcely possible to perform except during a season of dry weather; and a guide, with whom we fell in on the mountain, told us he believed it had never been accomplished before by any one.--I.F.] One of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets”; but first published in the “Poems chiefly of Early and Late Years.”--ED. By Art’s bold privilege Warrior and War-horse stand On ground yet strewn with their last battle’s wreck; Let the Steed glory while his Master’s hand Lies fixed for ages on his conscious neck; But by the Chieftain’s look, though at his side 5 Hangs that day’s treasured sword, how firm a check Is given to triumph and all human pride! Yon trophied Mound shrinks to a shadowy speck In his calm presence! Him the mighty deed Elates not, brought far nearer the grave’s rest, 10 As shows that time-worn face, for he such seed Has sown as yields, we trust, the fruit of fame In Heaven;[220] hence no one blushes for thy name, Conqueror, ’mid some sad thoughts, divinely blest! [219] Haydon worked at this picture of Wellington from June to November, 1839. (See his Autobiography, vol. iii. pp. 108-131.) He writes under date, Sept. 4, 1840:--“Hard at work. I heard from dear Wordsworth, with a glorious sonnet on the Duke, and Copenhagen.† It is very fine, and I began a new journal directly, and put in the sonnet. God bless him.” The following is part of Wordsworth’s letter:--