I Rose While Yet The Cattle, Heat-Opprest, Crowded Together Under Rustling Trees Brushed By The Current Of The Water-Breeze; And For 'Their' Sakes, And Love Of All That Rest, On Duddon'S Margin, In The Sheltering Nest; For All The Startled Scaly Tribes That Slink Into His Coverts, And Each Fearless Link Of Dancing Insects Forged Upon His Breast; For These, And Hopes And Recollections Worn Close To The Vital Seat Of Human Clay; Glad Meetings, Tender Partings, That Upstay The Drooping Mind Of Absence, By Vows Sworn In His Pure Presence Near The Trysting Thorn I Thanked The Leader Of My Onward Way.