Upon a bank I sat a child made seer Of one fair primrose flowering in my mind: Better than love it is, said I, to find One small page of God's manuscript made clear. I looked on Truth transfigured without fear, The light was very beautiful and kind; And where the Holy Ghost in flame had signed I read it through the lenses of a tear. And then my day grew dim, I could not see The primrose that had lighted me to Heaven, And there was but the shadow of a tree Ghostly among the stars. The years that pass Like shadow soldiers never more have given One moment to see wonders in the grass § In Line 12, 'clouds' is faintly pencilled above 'stars'. Line 13 is corrected from: 'Like non-stop trains never more have given'. 'Weary' is pencilled below 'shadow'.