And all day long I number yet,
All seasons through, another debt,
Which I, wherever thou art met,
To thee am owing;
An instinct call it, a blind sense;
A happy genial influence,
Coming one knows not how nor whence,
Nor whither going.
Child of the year! that round dost run
Thy course, bold lover of the sun,
And cheerful when the day’s begun
As morning leveret,
Thy long-lost praise thou shalt regain;
Dear shalt thou be to future men
As in old time;—thou, not in vain,
Art Nature’s favourite.
NATURALISTS’ CALENDAR.
Mean Temperature 42·10.
March 5.
1826.—Mid Lent Sunday.
For particulars of this day, see vol. i. p. 358.