UPON PERUSING THE FOREGOING EPISTLE THIRTY YEARS AFTER ITS COMPOSITION
SOON did he Almighty Giver of all rest
Take those dear young Ones to a fearless nest;
And in Death's arms has long reposed the Friend
For whom this simple Register was penned.
Thanks to the moth that spared it for our eyes;
And Strangers even the slighted Scroll may prize,
Moved by the touch of kindred sympathies.
For--save the calm, repentance sheds o'er strife
Raised by remembrances of misused life,
The light from past endeavours purely willed
And by Heaven's favour happily fulfilled;
Save hope that we, yet bound to Earth, may share
The joys of the Departed--what so fair
As blameless pleasure, not without some tears,
Reviewed through Love's transparent veil of years?
NOTE.--LOUGHRIGG TARN, alluded to in the foregoing Epistle,
resembles, though much smaller in compass, the Lake Nemi, or
"Speculum Dianae" as it is often called, not only in its clear
waters and circular form, and the beauty immediately surrounding
it, but also as being overlooked by the eminence of Langdale Pikes
as Lake Nemi is by that of Monte Calvo. Since this Epistle was
written Loughrigg Tarn has lost much of its beauty by the felling
of many natural clumps of wood, relics of the old forest
particularly upon the farm called "The Oaks," so called from the
abundance of that tree which grew there.
It is to be regretted, upon public grounds, that Sir George
Beaumont did not carry into effect his intention of constructing
here a Summer Retreat in the style I have described; as his taste
would have set an example how buildings, with all the
accommodations modern society requires, might be introduced even
into the most secluded parts of this country without injuring
their native character.