He will seem worthy of your love.
The outward shows of sky and earth,
Of hill and valley, he had viewed;
And impulses of deeper birth
Had come to him in solitude.
In common things that round us lie
Some random truths he can impart—
The harvest of a quiet eye
That sleeps and broods on his own heart.
We shall give but one more extract; illustrative of the moral wisdom which the poetic recluse had drank in from Nature, and incorporated with his own character. It was written at the age of twenty-five: