While meaner beings, haughty and elate,
A festal throng before the zephyrs sail.
And star-like eyes and lovely cheeks are dewed
With ceaseless tears, an unextinguished rain;
And youth and strength, and kingly fortitude
With dotard weakness struggle oft in vain.
A HERMITAGE.
A Saxon eremite of old did rear
My mossy walls beneath this pine-clad slope;