LIX. THOMSON'S GRAVE. COLLINS. IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave; In yon deep bed of whispering reeds That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love, through life, the soothing shade. → Thomson died on the 27th of August, 1748. Line 6th, The harp of Eolus, of which there is a description in the "Castle of Indolence." Then maids and youths shall linger here; To hear the woodland Pilgrim's knell. Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore, When Thames in summer-wreaths is drest; And oft suspend the dashing oar, To bid his gentle spirit rest. And oft, as ease and health retire But thou, who own'st that earthy bed, Line 11th, Richmond Church. 10 Yet lives there one, whose heedless eye Shall scorn thy pale shrine glimmering near! With him, sweet bard! may fancy die, And joy desert the blooming year. But thou, lorn stream, whose sullen tide And, see! the fairy valleys fade, Dun night has veiled the solemn view; Yet once again, dear parted shade, Meek nature's child, again adieu ! The genial meads, assigned to bless Thy life, shall mourn thy early doom; Thy hinds, and shepherd-girls, shall dress, With simple hands thy rural tomb. Long, long, thy stone, and pointed clay, Shall melt the musing Briton's eyes; O vales, and wild woods, (shall he say,) In yonder grave your Druid lies! LX. FRAGMENT. THOMPSON CALLENDAR. DARK is the night, and loud the wind, An aching head, and anxious heart, Can sounds tranquillity impart Almighty Father! stretch thine arm For health, and peace, and hope, are fled. |