There, too, a son, his joy and pride, Yet one to which is not denied For he is safe, a quiet bed Hath early found among the dead, And surely here it may be said That such are blest. And oh! for thee, by pitying grace Receive thy spirit in the embrace Sighing I turned away; but ere Chaunted in love that casts out fear THE SOLITARY REAPER Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! 65 70 75 80 I long for a repose that ever is the same. 40 Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear To humbler functions, awful Power! The confidence of reason give; 50 55 |