XXXIV. AFTER-THOUGHT
I THOUGHT of Thee, my partner and my
guide,
As being past away.--Vain sympathies!
For, backward, Duddon, as I cast my
eyes,
I see what was, and is, and will
abide;
Still glides the Stream, and shall
for ever glide;
The Form remains, the Function never
dies;
While we, the brave, the mighty, and
the wise,
We Men, who in our morn of youth
defied
The elements, must vanish;--be it so!
Enough, if something from our hands
have power 10
To live, and act, and serve the
future hour;
And if, as toward the silent tomb we
go,
Through love, through hope, and
faith's transcendent dower,
The Duddon Valley - an aerial view.
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