ON THE DEATH OF HENRY KIRKE WHITE. TOO, too prophetic did thy wild note swell, Untimely, wither'd by the northern gale*. And pure in spirit, as the blest are pure; T. PARK. See Clifton Grove, p. 16, ed. 1803. + Young, I think, says of Philander, "he sparkled, was exhaled, and went to Heaven." POEMS. CHILDHOOD: A POEM. This is one of Henry's earliest productions, and appears, by the hand-writing, to have been written when he was between fourteen and fifteen. nature. The picture of the schoolmistress is from PART I. PICTUR'D in memory's mellowing glass, how sweet The village church-yard and the village green, Beloved age of innocence and smiles, When each wing'd hour some new delight beguiles. 5 10 |