Lyrical Ballads with Other Poems, 1800, Volume 2 - William Wordsworth

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their inheritance, that single cottage,

        You see it yonder, and those few green fields.

        They toil'd and wrought, and still, from sire to son,

        Each struggled, and each yielded as before

        A little – yet a little – and old Walter,

        They left to him the family heart, and land

        With other burthens than the crop it bore.

        Year after year the old man still preserv'd

        A chearful mind, and buffeted with bond,

        Interest and mortgages; at last he sank,

        And went into his grave before his time.

        Poor Walter! whether it was care that spurr'd him

        God only knows, but to the very last

        He had the lightest foot in Ennerdale:

        His pace was never that of an old man:

        I almost see him tripping down the path

        With his two Grandsons after him – but you,

        Unless our Landlord be your host to-night,

        Have far to travel, and in these rough paths

        Even in the longest day of midsummer —

LEONARD

      But these two Orphans!

PRIEST

                                Orphans! such they were —

        Yet not while Walter liv'd – for, though their Parents

        Lay buried side by side as now they lie,

        The old Man was a father to the boys,

        Two fathers in one father: and if tears

        Shed, when he talk'd of them where they were not,

        And hauntings from the infirmity of love,

        Are aught of what makes up a mother's heart,

        This old Man in the day of his old age

        Was half a mother to them. – If you weep, Sir,

        To hear a stranger talking about strangers,

        Heaven bless you when you are among your kindred!

        Aye. You may turn that way – it is a grave

        Which will bear looking at.

LEONARD

                                   These Boys I hope

        They lov'd this good old Man —

PRIEST

                                       They did – and truly,

        But that was what we almost overlook'd,

        They were such darlings of each other. For

        Though from their cradles they had liv'd with Walter,

        The only kinsman near them in the house,

        Yet he being old, they had much love to spare,

        And it all went into each other's hearts.

        Leonard, the elder by just eighteen months,

        Was two years taller: 'twas a joy to see,

        To hear, to meet them! from their house the School

        Was distant three short miles, and in the time

        Of storm and thaw, when every water-course

        And unbridg'd stream, such as you may have notic'd

        Crossing our roads at every hundred steps,

        Was swoln into a noisy rivulet,

        Would Leonard then, when elder boys perhaps

        Remain'd at home, go staggering through the fords

        Bearing his Brother on his back. – I've seen him,

        On windy days, in one of those stray brooks,

        Aye, more than once I've seen him mid-leg deep,

        Their two books lying both on a dry stone

        Upon the hither side: – and once I said,

        As I remember, looking round these rocks

        And hills on which we all of us were born,

        That God who made the great book of the world

        Would bless such piety —

LEONARD

      It may be then —

PRIEST

        Never did worthier lads break English bread:

        The finest Sunday that the Autumn saw,

        With all its mealy clusters of ripe nuts,

        Could never keep these boys away from church,

        Or tempt them to an hour of sabbath breach.

        Leonard and James! I warrant, every corner

        Among these rocks and every hollow place

        Where foot could come, to one or both of them

        Was known as well as to the flowers that grew there.

        Like roe-bucks they went bounding o'er the hills:

        They play'd like two young ravens on the crags:

        Then they could write, aye and speak too, as well

        As many of their betters – and for Leonard!

        The very night before he went away,

        In my own house I put into his hand

        A Bible, and I'd wager twenty pounds,

        That, if he is alive, he has it yet.

LEONARD

        It seems, these Brothers have not liv'd to be

        A comfort to each other. —

PRIEST

                                   That they might

        Live to that end, is what both old and young

        In this our valley all of us have wish'd,

        And what, for my part, I have often pray'd:

        But Leonard —

LEONARD

      Then James still is left among you —

PRIEST

        'Tis of the elder Brother I am speaking:

        They had an Uncle, he was at that time

        A thriving man, and traffick'd on the seas:

        And, but for this same Uncle, to this hour

        Leonard had never handled rope or shroud.

        For the Boy lov'd the life which we lead here;

        And, though a very Stripling, twelve years old;

        His soul was knit to this his native soil.

        But, as I said, old Walter was too weak

        To strive with such a torrent; when he died,

        The estate and house were sold, and all their sheep,

        A pretty flock, and which, for aught

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