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They hear my lips present their sacrifice
This Vesper service closed, without delay, From that exalted station, to the plain Descending, we pursued our homeward course, In mute composure, o'er the shadowy lake, Beneath a faded sky. No trace remained Of those celestial splendors ; grey the vault, Pure, cloudless ether; and the Star of Eve Was wanting ;-but inferior Lights appeared Faintly, too faint almost for sight; and some Above the darkened hills stood boldly forth In twinkling lustre, ere the Boat attained Her mooring-place ;—where, to the sheltering tree Our youthful Voyagers bound fast her prow, With prompt yet careful hands. This done, we paced The dewy fields ; but ere the Vicar's door
Was reached, the Solitary checked his steps ;
To enfeebled Power,
How far those erring notions were reformed;
Page xi.-—" Come thou prophetic Spirit, that inspir'st
The human soul, &c."
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic Soul
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much did he see of men.
In Heron's Tour in Scotland is given an intelligent account of the qualities by which this class of men used to be, and still are, in some degree, distinguished, and of the benefits which Society derives from their labours. Among their characteristics, he does not omit to mention that, from being obliged to pass so much of their time in solitary wandering among rural objects, they frequently acquire meditative habits of mind, and are strongly disposed to enthusiasm poetical and religious. I regret that I have not the book at hand to quote the passage, as it is interesting on many accounts.