Poet Of Nature, Thou Hast Wept To Know That Things Depart Which Never May Return: Childhood And Youth, Friendship And Love'S First Glow, Have Fled Like Sweet Dreams, Leaving Thee To Mourn. These Common Woes I Feel. One Loss Is Mine Which Thou Too Feel'St, Yet I Alone Deplore. Thou Wert As A Lone Star, Whose Light Did Shine On Some Frail Bark In Winter'S Midnight Roar: Thou Hast Like To A Rock-Built Refuge Stood Above The Blind And Battling Multitude: In Honoured Poverty Thy Voice Did Weave Songs Consecrate To Truth And Liberty, - Deserting These, Thou Leavest Me To Grieve, Thus Having Been, That Thou Shouldst Cease To Be.