WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Glad hearts ! without reproach or blot ; Who do thy work, and know it not:

0, if through confidence misplaced

They fail, thy saving arms, dread Power ! around them cast.

Serene will be our days and bright,

And happy will our nature be,

When love is an unerring light,

And joy its own security.

And they a blissful course may hold

Even now, who, not unwisely bold,

Live in the spirit of this creed ;

Yet seek thy firm support, according to their need.

1, loving freedom, and untried ; No sport of every random gust, Yet being to myself a guide,

Too blindly have reposed my trust :

And oft, when in my heart was heard

Thy timely mand.ite, I deferr'd

The task, in smoother walks to stray ;

But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I

Through no disturbance of my soul,

Or strong compunction in me wrought,

I supplicate for thy control ;

But in the quietness of thought.

Me this uncharter'd freedom tires ;

I feel the weight of chance-desires ;

My hopes no more must change their name,

I long for a repose that ever is the same.

Yet not the less would I throughout Still act according to the voice

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