Poem By Josias Homely
Written at 'Lover's Leap' on the banks of the Dart.
I'd live a hermit on the craggy side.
Of this rude rock, which juts its rugged breast.
Where murmuring at delay the waters glide ;
Runnino; their restless race in search of rest.
The rapid Dart with its own foam at play.
Dashing, and rippling as it speeds along,
As through the rocks its gushing waters stray,
Should raise a chorus to my morning song.
And when at eve the moon in vain essays
To view her likeness in the playful stream,
And the soft radiance of her smiling rays.
Strays o'er the wave in many a sparkling beam,
Pure would my Vesper Hymn ascend on high—
Meek coulil I live, and liumbly trusting, die.