PHILLIPS.

Hither, the gray and shapely church beside,

At sandy Hingham, by the sounding sea,

From the disturbing town escaped thus wide,

I’ m come, from all encumbering care set free,

To raise the choral song, with friends discourse,

Roam the wide fields for flowers, or seaward sail,

Or to Cohasset’ s strand repair, where hoarse

Tumultuous surges chant their ceaseless tale;

Or poesy entertain, grave Wordsworth’ s lays,

Melodious musing childhood’ s glorious prime,

Shakespeare’ s warm sonnets or Venetian plays,

Or that sad wizard Mariner’ s marvellous Rime.

Here in these haunts, this lovers’ company,

Sweet Love’ s symposium hold we happily.