Chapter 81: LXXX

LXXX Stern lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead’s most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face; Flowers laugh before thee on their beds, And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the Stars from wrong; And the most ancient Heavens, through thee, are fresh and strong. Wordsworth: Ode to Duty When Dorothea had seen Mr. Farebrother in the morning, she had promised to go and dine at the parson…