Which is the bliss of solitude.
I wandered lonely.
To be a Prodigal's favourite,—then, worse truth,
A Miser's pensioner,—behold our lot!
The Small Celandine.
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God![475:1]
Ode to Duty.
A light to guide, a rod
To check the erring, and reprove.
Ode to Duty.