A RUSTIC SEAT NEAR THE SEA. William Lisle Bowles Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Bowles, William Lisle, 1762-1850. The Poetical Works of William Lisle Bowles, Vol. I. With Memoir, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes by George Gilfillan. Edinburgh James Nichol, 9 North Bank Street... 1855 p. 96.

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A RUSTIC SEAT NEAR THE SEA . To him , who , many a night upon the main , At mid-watch , from the bounding vessel's side , Shivering , has listened to the rocking tide , Oh , how delightful smile thy views again , Fair Land ! the sheltered hut , and far-seen mill That safe sails round and round ; the tripping rill That o'er the gray sand glitters ; the clear sky , Beneath whose blue vault shines the village tower , That high elms , swaying in the wind , embower ; And hedge-rows , where the small birds ' melody Solace the lithe and loitering peasant lad ! O Stranger ! is thy pausing fancy sad At thought of many evils which do press On wide humanity ! — Look up ; address The God who made the world ; but let thy heart Be thankful , though some heavy thoughts have part , That , sheltered from the human storms ' career , Thou meetest innocence and quiet here .