HE LIVED AMIDST TH' UNTRODDEN WAYS.

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He lived amidst th' untrodden ways

To Rydal Lake that lead;

A bard whom there were none to praise,

And very few to read.

Behind a cloud his mystic sense,

Deep hidden, who can spy?

Bright as the night when not a star

Is shining in the sky.

Unread his works—his 'Milk White Doe'

With dust is dark and dim;

It's still in Longman's shop, and oh!

The difference to him!