There, too, a son, his joy and pride, Yet one to which is not denied For he is safe, a quiet bed Hath early found among the dead, And surely here it may be said That such are blest. And oh! for thee, by pitying grace Sighing I turned away; but ere Chaunted in love that casts out fear THE SOLITARY REAPER Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! 65 70 75 80 I long for a repose that ever is the same. 40 Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear To humbler functions, awful Power! 50 55 |