Oh say not that my heart is cold
To aught that once could warm it –
That Nature’s Form so dear of old
No more has power to charm it;
Or that th’ ungenerous world can chill
One glow of fond emotion
For those who made it dearer still,
And shared my wild devotion.
Still oft those solemn scenes I view
In rapt and dreamy sadness;
Oft look on those who loved them too
With Fancy’s idle gladness;
Again I longed to view the light
In Nature’s features glowing;
Again to tread the mountain’s height,
And taste the soul’s o’erflowing.
Stern Duty rose, and frowning flung
His leaden chain around me;
With iron look and sullen tongue
He muttered as he bound me –
‘The mountain breeze, the boundless heaven,
Unfit for toil the creature;
These for the free alone were given, –
But what have slaves with Nature?’
(Charles Wolfe)
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