FORTH from the calm sequester'd shade,
Once more approaching twilight bade;
When, as the sigh of joy arose,
And while e'en fancy sought repose,
One vast transcendent object sprung,
Arresting every eye and tongue;
Strangers, fair BRECON, wondering, scan
The peaks of thy stupendous VANN:
But how can strangers, chain'd by time,
Through floating clouds his summit climb?
Another day had almost fled;
A clear horizon, glowing red,
Its promise on all hearts impress'd,
Bright sunny hours, and Sabbath rest.
END OF THE THIRD BOOK.
BOOK IV.
CONTENTS OF BOOK IV.
The Gaer, a Roman Station.--Brunless Castle.--The Hay.--Funeral
Song, "Mary's Grave."--Clifford Castle.--Return
by Hereford, Malvern Hills, Cheltenham, and Gloucester,
to Uley.--Conclusion.
_BOOK IV_.
'Tis sweet to hear the soothing chime,
And, by thanksgiving, measure time;
When hard-wrought poverty awhile
Upheaves the bending back to smile;
When servants hail, with boundless glee,
The sweets of love and liberty;
For guiltless love will ne'er disown
The cheerful Sunday's market town,
Clean, silent, when his power's confess'd,
And trade's contention lull'd to rest.
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