...shade ! Ah, fields beloved ia vain, Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss...bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.'' And again,...

...shade, Ah ! fields beloved in vain, Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales, that from ye blow, • A momentary...bestow, As, waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring. Say, Father Thames,...

...and enliven the heart. But the Thresher shares in none of these. Nor can he, if he would exclaim— " I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As, waving fresh their gladsome wing, My very soul they seem to soothe, And redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring."* In foreign...

...and enliven the heart. But the Thresher shares in none of these. Nor can he, if he would exclaim— " I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As, waving fresh their gladsome wing, My very soul they seem to soothe, And redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring."* In foreign...

...the truth of Gray's exquisite lines on turning back in thought to the scenes of his childhood: — " I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As on they move with gladsome wing ; My weary soul they seem to soothe, And redolent of joy and youth,...

...Where once my careless childhood slray'd A stranger yet to pain ! I feel MIC gales , that from you blow A momentary bliss bestow ; As, waving fresh their gladsome wing , My weary soul they seem to sooth, And , redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring. Say , fallier...

...shade, Ah fields beloved in vain, Where once my careless childhood play'd, A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss...bestow, As, waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring. * * * * * * #.*...

...and " grinning infamy," to happy hills and pleasing shade, with the certain and welcome sensation, " I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss...bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they teem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring." Well do we remember...

...shade ! Ah fields beloved in vain, \Where once my careless childhood stray.* A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss...bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing. My weary soul they seem to sooth, And, redolent of joy and yonth, To breathe a second spring. Say, Father Thames,...

...shade! Ah, fields beloved in vain ! Where once my careless childhood strayed, A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss...bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to sooth; And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring." GBAT'S ODE TO...