238 THE REVERIE OF POOR SUSAN. 29. WITHIN KING'S COLLEGE CHAPEL, CAMBRIDGE. Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense, With ill-match'd aims the Architect who plann'd Of white-robed Scholars only) this immense And glorious work of fine intelligence! 5 -Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore So deem'd the man who fashion'd for the sense These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof -Wordsworth. 30. THE REVERIE OF POOR SUSAN. At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears, Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years: Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard 10 In the silence of morning the song of the bird. "Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her? She sees 5 A mountain ascending, a vision of trees; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, 10 She looks, and her heart is in heaven; but they fade, -Wordsworth. 31.-ON HIS BLINDNESS. When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, To serve therewith my Maker and present That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need Is kingly; thousands at His bidding speed -Milton. 15 5 10 |