Verse > Anthologies > Francis T. Palgrave, ed. > The Golden Treasury
Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury.  1875.
W. Wordsworth
CCXII. London, 1802
O FRIEND! I know not which way I must look 
  For comfort, being, as I am, opprest 
  To think that now our life is only drest 
For show—mean handiwork of craftsman, cook, 
Or groom!—We must run glittering like a brook         5
  In the open sunshine, or we are unblest; 
  The wealthiest man among us is the best. 
No grandeur now in nature or in book 
Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense, 
This is idolatry; and these we adore—  10
Plain living and high thinking are no more. 
  The homely beauty of the good old cause 
Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, 
  And pure religion breathing household laws. 

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