Old Man Travelling
ANIMAL TRANQUILLITY AND DECAY, A SKETCH
The litte hedge-row birds
That peck along the road, regard him not
He travels on, and in his face, his step,
His gait, is one expression; every limb,
His look and bending figure,all bespeak
A man who does not move with pain,but moves
With thought-He is insensibly subdued
To Settled quit: he is one by whom
All effort seems forgotten, one to whom
Long patience has such mild composure given,
That patience now doth seem a thing, of which
He hath no need. He is by nature led
To peace so perfect, that the young behold
With envy, what the old man hardly feels
I asked him whither he was boound, and what_
The Object of his journey; he replied
Sir! Iam going many miles to take'
A last leave of my son, a mariner,
Who from a sea-fight has been brought to Flamouth
'And there is dying in an hospital.
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