him here, and at his Mother's, and at Bury: that I have discours'd with
him; that we have made our rural walks together: that I have heard him
read some of those Poems which are not yet printed; but which when they
shall be so, will support fully and extend the Fame he has acquir'd.
Though I have spent, occasionally, much of my life among persons worthy of
Admiration and of Esteem, I can recollect few days so interesting and so
valuable to me as these.

C.L.

TROSTON, 25 May, 1800.

What I have said in prose, p. ix of this Preface, is charmingly expressed
in the language of the Muses by Mr. COLLIER, in his Miscellaneous Poems
lately publish'd.

O where on earth can he a pleasure find
Whose heart th' extatic sweets of Love has known,
When in the jarring chaos of his mind
The gentle God no longer holds his throne!



ON REVISITING THE PLACE OF MY NATIVITY.

Though Winter's frowns had damp'd the beaming eye,
Through Twelve successive Summers heav'd the sigh,
The unaccomplish'd wish was still the same;
Till May in new and sudden glories came!
My heart was rous'd; and Fancy on the wing,