[3] 1827.
Oftener than mightiest Floods, whose path is wrought
Through wastes of sand, and forests dark and chill. 1820.
[4] 1827.
Do thou, even thou, O faithful Anna! say
Why this small Streamlet is to me so dear;
Thou know'st, that while enjoyments disappear
And sweet remembrances like flowers decay, 1820.
[5] 1827.
Lingers upon its marge, ... 1820.
[6] 1820.
For on that day, now seven years gone, when first
Two glad foot-travellers, through sun and shower
My Love and I came hither, while thanks burst
Out of our hearts ...
We from that blessed water slaked our thirst. MS.
... seven years back, ...
... hearts to God for that good hour,
Eating a traveller's meal in shady bower,
We ... MS.