[27] [Version F of "Lines written (rather say begun)"]

[Page f.insert 6. pasted to 48v]

The worship of this sabbath Morn
How sweetly it begins
With the full choral hymn of birds
Mingles; no sad lament for sins
Alas! my feet no more may join5
The chearful sabbath train
But if I inwardly lament
Oh! may a will subdued
all grief restrain
No prisoner am I on this couch10
My mind free to roam.
And leisure, peace & loving friends
Are the best treasures of an earthly home
Such gifts are mine
then why deplore the body’s gentle slow decay15
A warning mercifully sent
To fix my hopes upon a surer stay

                                       ⟨Composed & written
                                       by D Wordsworth⟩

[Page f.49r]

[Page f.49v]

[Page f.50v]

[Page f.50r]

Volume Editor(s)