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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Hymns, Songs, and Fables, for Young People + +Author: Eliza Lee Follen + +Release Date: September 13, 2005 [EBook #16688] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HYMNS, SONGS, AND FABLES *** + + + + +Produced by PM Childrens Library, Linda Cantoni, and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net. +Produced from page scans provided by Internet Archive and +University of Florida. + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + + +<h1>HYMNS,</h1> +<h1>SONGS, AND FABLES,</h1> +<h3>FOR</h3> +<h2>YOUNG PEOPLE.</h2> + +<h3>BY</h3> + +<h2>ELIZA LEE FOLLEN.</h2> + +<p style="text-align: center"> </p> + +<p style="text-align: center"> +<img src="images/front.jpg" width="208" height="300" alt="Two Boys Planting a Tree" /></p> + +<p style="text-align: center"> </p> + +<p style="text-align: center">REVISED AND ENLARGED FROM THE LAST EDITION.</p> + +<p style="text-align: center"> +BOSTON:<br /> +WM. CROSBY AND H.P. NICHOLS,<br /> +118 WASHINGTON STREET.<br /> +</p> + +<p style="text-align: center">1851.</p> + +<p style="text-align: center">Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1846, by <span class="smcap">Wm. +Crosby and H.P. Nichols</span>, in the Clerk's Office of the District +Court of the District of Massachusetts.</p> + +<p style="text-align: center"> +CAMBRIDGE:<br /> +STEREOTYPED AND PRINTED BY<br /> +METCALF AND COMPANY,<br /> +PRINTERS TO THE UNIVERSITY.<br /> +</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CONTENTS.</h2> +<p style="text-align: center"> </p> + + + +<p style="text-align: center"> +<b> +<a href="#PREFACE_TO_THE_FIRST_EDITION">PREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITION</a><br /> +</b> +<br /> +<b> +<a href="#PREFACE">PREFACE TO THE PRESENT EDITION</a><br /> +</b> +<br /> +<br /> +<b> +<a href="#HYMNS">HYMNS.</a><br /> +</b> +<br /> +<a href="#hymn1">"Suffer little children to come unto me"</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#hymn2">Hymn</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#hymn3">Hymn for a Little Boy</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#hymn4">"The Lord is my Strength"</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#hymn5">Hymn</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#hymn6">"Thy Will be done"</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#hymn7">Sabbath Day</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#hymn8">The Good Boy's Hymn on going to Bed</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#hymn9">God is good</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#hymn10">Evening</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#hymn11">Robinson Crusoe's Hymn</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#hymn12">Hymn</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#hymn13">On Prayer</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#hymn14">"The Spirit giveth Life"</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#hymn15">We never part from Thee</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#hymn16">"I will arise and go to my Father"</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#hymn17">Evening Hymn</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#hymn18">Autumn</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#hymn19">The Lord's Day</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#hymn20">The Ministry of Pain</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#hymn21">"By Faith ye are saved"</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#hymn22">Evening Prayer</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#hymn23">Evening Hymn</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#hymn24">Lines written at Midnight</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#hymn25">"Hope in God"</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#hymn26">Failure and Success</a><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b> +<a href="#SONGS">SONGS.</a><br /> +</b> +<br /> +<a href="#song1">The Little Spring</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#song2">The Little Boy's May-day Song</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#song3">Guess what I have heard</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#song4">Spring</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#song5">The Little Boy's Good-night</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#song6">The Shepherd's Sabbath-song</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#song7">To Spring</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#song8">Her Voyage is at an End</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#song9">Charley and his Father. A Ballad</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#song10">Remember the Slave</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#song11">Home-sickness</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#song12">Happiness</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#song13">Children in Slavery</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#song14">To Good Resolutions</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#song15">Thanks for a Pleasant Day</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#song16">To a Butterfly</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#song17">To Nature</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#song18">On the Death of a Young Companion</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#song19">The Sabbath is here</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#song20">The Child at her Mother's Grave</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#song21">Child's Song</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#song22">To a Fountain</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#song23">Song for an Infant School</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#song24">The Summer</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#song25">To a Beautiful Girl</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#song26">The Little Slave's Wish</a><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<b> +<a href="#FABLES">FABLES.</a><br /> +</b> +<br /> +<a href="#fable1">The Honest Bird</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#fable2">Soliloquy of Ellen's Squirrel</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#fable3">The Pin, Needle, and Scissors</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#fable4">Learned Fred</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#fable5">Little Roland</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#fable6">Billy Rabbit to Mary</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#fable7">The Old and New Shoes</a><br /> +<br /> +<a href="#fable8">The Monkeys and the Bears</a></p> + +<p style="text-align: center"> </p> + + +<p style="text-align: center"> +<b> +<a href="#A_CATALOGUE_OF_BOOKS">PUBLISHER'S CATALOGUE</a><br /></b><br /> + </p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="PREFACE_TO_THE_FIRST_EDITION" id="PREFACE_TO_THE_FIRST_EDITION"></a>PREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITION.</h2> + +<h3>BY CHARLES FOLLEN.</h3> +<p style="text-align: center"> </p> + + +<p>This little book is dedicated to parents and children. Most of the +poems were written with no other hope, than that they would instruct +or please some child. The pleasure they have given in a limited circle +has tempted the writer to print them. Some have never before appeared +in public, but most of them have been already published in different +works; some few, without the author's knowledge.</p> + +<p>It will be found that these poems are intended for children of +different ages and characters. It may be objected to the book, that +gay and serious pieces are bound up together; but so it is in human +life and human nature, and it is essential to the healthful action of +a child's mind that it should be so. The smile that overtakes its +tears is as necessary to the child as the sun after a spring shower +is to the young plant; and without it a blight will fall upon the +opening blossom.</p> + +<p>The natural love that all have for their literary offspring, perhaps, +first induced the author to bring the stray little family together. +This motive was strengthened by the hope that children might love the +book, and that she might have the pleasure of seeing it among their +treasures, with the corners of the leaves well worn by their little +fingers, and perhaps sometimes placed upon the pillow where "angels +hover round."</p> + +<p>This success, which must secure to her also the approbation of +parents, she does aspire after, and most earnestly desire; this, and +this alone, will satisfy her; without this, she would be the first to +pronounce it an unworthy offering.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Cambridge</span>, May 19, 1831.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="PREFACE" id="PREFACE"></a>PREFACE</h2> + +<h2>TO THE PRESENT EDITION.</h2> +<p style="text-align: center"> </p> + + +<p>The present edition of Hymns, Songs, and Fables, has been greatly +enlarged, by poems either not before printed, or that have had a very +limited circulation, and also by a number of translations from the +German. If they should have the good fortune to add to the innocent +pleasure of the young, and deserve to become associated in their minds +with the pure and hallowed recollections of home, and happy early +days, my highest ambition with regard to them be entirely gratified.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Eliza Lee Follen</span>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Cambridge</span>, November 19, 1846.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="HYMNS" id="HYMNS"></a>HYMNS.</h2> +<p style="text-align: center"> </p> +<p style="text-align: center"> </p> + + + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><a name="hymn1">"SUFFER LITTLE CHILDREN TO COME UNTO ME."</a></h3> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Let little children come to me,"—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This is what the Saviour said;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Little children, come and see<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where these gracious words are read.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Often on these pages look,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of the love of God they tell;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis indeed a holy book,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Learn to read and love it well.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus you hear the Saviour speak,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Come ye all and learn of me";<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He was gentle, lowly, meek,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So should all his followers be.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When our Saviour from above,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From his Father did descend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He took them in his arms of love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And children knew him for their friend.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">All little children Jesus blessed,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Blessed in innocence they are;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Little children he caressed;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Praise him in your infant prayer.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="hymn2">HYMN.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Praise to God! O let us raise<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From our hearts a song of praise!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of that goodness let us sing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whence our lives and blessings spring.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Praise to him who made the light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Praise to him who gave us sight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Praise to him who formed the ear;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Will he not his children hear?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Praise him for our happy hours,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Praise him for our varied powers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For these thoughts that rise above,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For these hearts he made for love,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For the voice he placed within,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bearing witness when we sin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Praise to him whose tender care<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Keeps this watchful guardian there.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Praise his mercy, that did send<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Jesus for our guide and friend;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Praise him, every heart and voice,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Him who makes all worlds rejoice.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="hymn3">HYMN FOR A LITTLE BOY.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What, mother, makes it seem to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When I am all alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As if some one could hear and see,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And all my thoughts were known?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Sometimes it makes me very glad,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And dance and sing with joy;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sometimes it makes me very sad,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And frights your little boy.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O, tell me, mother, tell me why;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For I have never known<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why 'tis I laugh, or why I cry,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When I am all alone."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My child, you never are alone;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There is a watchful eye<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To which your very thoughts are known;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Tis God is ever nigh.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"He made your little heart for joy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He tunes your happy song;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O, then, my little timid boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fear only doing wrong.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For he who makes your heart so glad,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who bids the good be gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With the same love will make it sad,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whene'er you disobey.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"He is our Father, and he hears<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your weakest, faintest prayer;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He wipes away an infant's tears,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And children are his care."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="hymn4">"THE LORD IS MY STRENGTH."</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Almighty Father! I am weak,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But thou wilt strengthen me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If from my heart I humbly seek<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For help and light from thee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When I am tempted to do wrong,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then, Father, pity me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And make my failing virtue strong;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Help me to think of thee!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Let Christian courage guard my youth;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That courage give to me<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which ever speaks and acts the truth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And puts its trust in thee.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="hymn5">HYMN.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Will God, who made the earth and sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The night, and shining day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Regard a little child like me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And listen when I pray?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">If I am hungry, poor, and cold,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then will he hear my cry?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when I shall be sick and old,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O, then will God be nigh?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yes; in his holy word we read<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of his unfailing love;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when his mercy most we need,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His mercy he will prove.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To those who seek him, he is near;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He looks upon the heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from the humble and sincere<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He never will depart.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He sees our thoughts, our wishes knows,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He hears our faintest prayer;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where'er the faithful Christian goes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He finds his Father there.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Obedient children need not fear;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">God is a faithful friend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when no other help is near,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He will deliverance send.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then fear not hunger, cold, or pain,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But fear to disobey<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That power which does your life sustain,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And guards you every day.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="hymn6">"THY WILL BE DONE."</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How sweet to be allowed to pray<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To God, the Holy One,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With filial love and trust to say,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Father, thy will be done!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">We in these sacred words can find<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A cure for every ill;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They calm and soothe the troubled mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bid all care be still.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O, let that will, which gave me breath<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And an immortal soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In joy or grief, in life or death,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My every wish control!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O, could my heart thus ever pray,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thus imitate thy Son!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Teach me, O God, with truth to say,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Thy will, not mine, be done!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="hymn7">SABBATH DAY.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How sweet upon this sacred day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The best of all the seven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To cast our earthly thoughts away,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And think of God and heaven!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How sweet to be allowed to pray<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Our sins may be forgiven;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With filial confidence to say,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Father, who art in heaven"!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With humble hope to bend the knee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And, free from folly's leaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Confess that we have strayed from thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou righteous Judge in heaven!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And if to make all sin depart<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In vain the will has striven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He who regards the inmost heart<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will send his grace from heaven.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">If from the bosom that is dear<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By cold unkindness driven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The heart that knows no refuge here<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shall find a friend in heaven.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then hail, thou sacred, blessed day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The best of all the seven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When hearts unite their vows to pay<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of gratitude to Heaven.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="hymn8">THE GOOD BOY'S HYMN ON GOING TO BED.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How sweet to lay my weary head<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon my quiet little bed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And feel assured, that all day long<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I have not knowingly done wrong!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How sweet to hear my mother say,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"You have been very good to-day!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How sweet to see my father's joy<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When he can say, "My dear, good boy!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How sweet it is my thoughts to send<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To many a dear-loved distant friend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And feel, if they my heart could see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How very happy they would be!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How sweet to think that He whose love<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Made all these shining worlds above<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My pure and happy heart can see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And loves a little boy like me.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p style="text-align: center"> </p> +<p style="text-align: center"> </p> + +<p style="text-align: center"> +<img src="images/10a.jpg" alt="A Picnic" width="248" height="334" /></p> +<p style="text-align: center"> </p> +<p style="text-align: center"> </p> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="hymn9">GOD IS GOOD.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thou art good! Each perfumed flower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Waving fields, the dark green wood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The insect fluttering for an hour,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All things proclaim that God is good.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I hear it in each breath of wind;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The hills that have for ages stood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And clouds with gold and silver lined,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All still repeat that God is good.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Each little rill, that many a year<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Has the same verdant path pursued,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And every bird, in accents clear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Joins in the song that God is good.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The restless sea, with haughty roar,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Calms each wild wave and billow rude,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Retreats submissive from the shore,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And swells the chorus, "God is good."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The countless hosts of twinkling stars,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That sing his praise with light renewed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The rising sun each day declares,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In rays of glory, God is good.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The moon, that walks in brightness, says,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That God is good! and man, endued<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With power to speak his Maker's praise,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Should still repeat that God is good.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="hymn10">EVENING.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How beautiful the setting sun!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The clouds how bright and gay!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The stars, appearing one by one,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">How beautiful are they!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And when the moon climbs up the sky,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sheds her gentle light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hangs her crystal lamp on high,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">How beautiful is night!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And can it be I am possessed<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of something brighter far?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Glows there a light within this breast<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Outshining every star?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yes; should the sun and stars turn pale,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The mountains melt away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This flame within shall never fail,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But live in endless day.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This is the soul that God has given,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sin may its lustre dim;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While goodness bears it up to heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And leads it back to him.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="hymn11">ROBINSON CRUSOE'S HYMN.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My Heavenly Father! all I see,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Around me and above,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sends forth a hymn of praise to thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And speaks thy boundless love.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The clear blue sky is full of thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The woods so dark and lone;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The soft south-wind, the sounding sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Worship the Holy One.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The humming of the insect throng,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The prattling, sparkling rill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The birds, with their melodious song,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Repeat thy praises still.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And thou dost hear them every one,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Father, thou hearest me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I know that I am not alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When I but think of thee.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="hymn12">HYMN.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It was my Heavenly Father's love<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Brought every being forth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He made the shining worlds above,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And every thing on earth.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Each lovely flower, the smallest fly,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The sea, the waterfall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bright green fields, the clear blue sky,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Tis God that made them all.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He gave me all my friends, and taught<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My heart to love them well,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he bestowed the power of thought,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And speech my thoughts to tell.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My father and my mother dear,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He is their father too;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He bids me all their precepts hear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And all they teach me, do.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">God sees and hears me all the day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And 'mid the darkest night;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He views me when I disobey,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And when I act aright.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He guards me with a parent's care,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When I am all alone;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My hymn of praise, my humble prayer,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He hears them every one.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">God hears what I am saying now,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O, what a wondrous thought!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My Heavenly Father, teach me how<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To love thee as I ought.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="hymn13">ON PRAYER.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As through the pathless fields of air<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wandered forth the timid dove,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So the heart, in humble prayer,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Essays to reach the throne of love.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Like her it may return unblest,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Like her again may soar,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And still return and find no rest,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No peaceful, happy shore.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But now once more she spreads her wings,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And takes a bolder flight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And see! the olive-branch she brings,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To bless her master's sight.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And thus the heart renews its strength,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Though spent and tempest-driven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And higher soars, and brings at length<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A pledge of peace with Heaven.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="hymn14">"THE SPIRIT GIVETH LIFE."</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What was in the viewless wind,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wild rushing through the oak,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seemed to my listening, dreaming mind<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As though a spirit spoke?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What is it to the murmuring stream<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Doth give so sweet a song,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That on its tide my thoughts do seem<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To pour themselves along?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What is it on the dizzy height,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What in each glowing star,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That speaks of things beyond the sight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And questions what they are?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What in the rolling thunder's voice,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What in the ocean's roar,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hears the grand chorus, "O, rejoice!"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Echo from shore to shore?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What in the gentle moon doth see<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Pure thoughts and tender love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hears delicious melody<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Around, below, above?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What bids the savage tempest speak<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of terror and dismay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wakes the agonizing shriek<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of guilt that fears to pray?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It is this ever-living mind;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This little throb of life<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hears its own echoes in the wind,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And in the tempest's strife;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To all that's sweet, and bright, and fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Its own affections gives;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sees its own image everywhere,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Through all creation lives.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It bids the everlasting hills<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Give back the solemn tone;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This boundless arch of azure fills<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With accents all its own.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What is this life-inspiring mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This omnipresent thought?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How shall it ever utterance find<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For all itself hath taught?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To Him who breathed the heavenly flame,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Its mysteries are known;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It seeks the source from whence it came,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And rests in God alone.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="hymn15">WE NEVER PART FROM THEE.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">God, who dwellest everywhere<br /></span> +<span class="i0">God, who makest all thy care,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">God, who hearest every prayer,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Thou who see'st the heart;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thou to whom we lift our eyes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Father, help our souls to rise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, beyond these narrow skies,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">See thee as thou art!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Let our anxious thoughts be still,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Holy trust adore thy will,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Holy love our bosoms fill,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Let our songs ascend!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dearest friends may parted be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All our earthly treasures flee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet we never part from thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Our eternal Friend.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="hymn16">"I WILL ARISE AND GO TO MY FATHER."</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Help me, O God, to trust in thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou high and holy One!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And may my troubled spirit flee<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For rest to thee alone.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In thee alone the soul can find<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Secure and sweet repose;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thou canst bid the desert mind<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To blossom as the rose.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Let not this spirit, formed to rise<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where angels claim their birth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forsake its home beyond the skies,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And cling to barren earth.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The bird of passage knows the sign<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That warns him to depart;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall I not heed the voice divine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That whispers in my heart,—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Up! plume thy wings, soar far away!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No longer idly roam!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fly to the realms of endless day;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For this is not thy home."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This still, small voice, O, may I hear!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ere clouds and darkness come,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thunders in my startled ear<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Proclaim my final doom.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Father! to thee my spirit cries!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thy wandering child reclaim.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Speak! and my dying faith shall rise,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And wake a deathless flame.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="hymn17">EVENING HYMN.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thou, from whom we never part,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou, whose love is everywhere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou who seest every heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Listen to our evening prayer.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Father! fill our souls with love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Love unfailing, full, and free,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love no injury can move,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Love that ever rests on thee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Heavenly Father! through the night<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Keep us safe from every ill;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cheerful as the morning light,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">May we wake to do thy will.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="hymn18">AUTUMN.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sweet Summer, with her flowers, has past,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I hear her parting knell;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I hear the moaning, fitful blast,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sighing a sad farewell.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But, while she fades and dies away,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In rainbow hues she glows;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like the last smile of parting day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Still brightening as she goes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The robin whistles clear and shrill;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sad is the cricket's song;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wind, wild rushing o'er the hill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bears the dead leaf along.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I love this sober, solemn time,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This twilight of the year;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To me, sweet Spring, in all her prime,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was never half so dear.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">While death has set his changing seal<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On all that meets the eye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis rapture, then, within to feel<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The soul that cannot die;—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To look far, far beyond this sky,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To Him who changes never.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This earth, these heavens, shall change and die;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">God is the same for ever.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="hymn19">THE LORD'S DAY.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This is the day when Jesus woke<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From the deep slumbers of the tomb;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This is the day the Saviour broke<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The bonds of fear and hopeless gloom.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This is indeed a holy day;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No longer may we dread to die.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let every fear be cast away,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And tears be wiped from every eye.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sorrow and pain the Saviour knew;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A dark and thorny path he trod;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But heaven was ever in his view,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That toilsome path led up to God.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Let every heart rejoice and sing;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Let every sin and sorrow cease;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let children come this day and bring<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Their offering of love and peace.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="hymn20">THE MINISTRY OF PAIN.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Cease, my complaining spirit, cease;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Know 'tis a Father's hand you feel;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It leads you to the realms of peace;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It kindly only wounds to heal.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My Father! what a holy joy<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bursts on the sad, desponding mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To say, when fiercest ills annoy,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"I know my Father still is kind!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This bids each trembling fear be still,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Checks every murmur, every sigh;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Patience then waits his sovereign will,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Rejoiced to live,—resigned to die.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O blessed ministry of pain!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To teach the soul its real worth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To lead it to that source again,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From whence it first derived its birth.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="hymn21">"BY FAITH YE ARE SAVED."</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Christian! when, overwhelmed with grief and care,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou prayest for the help that thou dost need,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As shipwrecked mariner for life will plead,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O, then for faith pour forth the fervent prayer!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis faith alone life's heavy ills can bear.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O, mark her calm, far-seeing, quickening eye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Full of the light of immortality!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It tells of worlds unseen, and calls us there;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That look of hers can save thee from despair.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When sorrow, like thick darkness, gathers round,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And all life's flowers are fading in the dust,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Faith lifts our drooping vision from the ground,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Says, that the hand that smites us yet is just;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That human agony hath ever found<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The mighty God a never-failing trust.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="hymn22">EVENING PRAYER.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Great Source of being,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Father all-seeing!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We bow before thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our souls adore thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Help us obey thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Guide us aright;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Keep us, we pray thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through the long night.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thou kind, forgiving<br /></span> +<span class="i0">God of all living,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy power defend us,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy peace attend us,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While we are closing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This day in prayer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ever reposing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Under thy care.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="hymn23">EVENING HYMN.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Before I close my eyes to-night,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Let me myself these questions ask:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Have I endeavoured to do right,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor thought my duty was a task?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Have I been gentle, lowly, meek,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the small voice of conscience heard?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When passion tempted me to speak,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Have I repressed the angry word?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Have I with cheerful zeal obeyed<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What my kind parents bid me do,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And not by word or action said<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The thing that was not strictly true?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In hard temptation's troubled hour,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then have I stopped to think and pray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That God would give my soul the power<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To chase the sinful thought away?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O Thou who seest all my heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wilt thou forgive and love me still!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wilt thou to me new strength impart,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And make me love to do thy will!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="hymn24">LINES WRITTEN AT MIDNIGHT.</a></b></h3> + + +<h4 style="text-align: left">TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF A.G. EBERHARD.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The sun in smiles doth dress his face,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As evening comes to take his place;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So looks the parting loved-one, when<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He means to quickly come again.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With moon and stars all sparkling bright,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Advances now the silent night;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with the calm and gentle moon,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet peace doth quietly come on.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Who at the moon and stars can gaze<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Without a gush of love and praise?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now it is the midnight hour,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sleep asserts her soothing power.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But see, the flickering light is gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That from my neighbour's window shone;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His simple household prayer is said,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He rests from toil, on his hard bed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yet still the watchman wakes, and still<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Faithful till morning watch he will;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But vain, O watchman! is thy care,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If God, the Guardian, be not there.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">By my dull lamp, whose light's near gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In my small room I sit alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, thinking o'er past joys and pain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A sweet contentment doth remain.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He's still my trust; he, the true Shepherd, never<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Will forsake his sheep,—he watcheth ever;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mother may forget her child, but yet<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus saith the Lord,—"Thee I will not forget."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I rest in peace, I trust in Thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy faithful eye still watcheth me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For He who ever wakes and lives<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To loving hearts no night e'er gives.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="hymn25">"HOPE IN GOD."</a></b></h3> + + +<h4 style="text-align: left">TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF S.A. MAHLMAN.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Hope, my heart, in patience hope,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou at last thy flowers shalt gather;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">God is full of tender love,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Childlike speak thou to thy Father.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From believing, trusting hearts,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The God of mercy ne'er departs.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Clouds may come, and clouds may go,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Rest upon his goodness always;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To those joyful, sunny heights<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lead these rough and gloomy pathways;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wakes for aye his Eye of Light,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tremble not in storm and night.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Anchored on the Eternal Rock,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To the heart of God fast clinging,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tell him all thy deepest woes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Before him all thy sorrows bringing;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He is kind, and comfort gives<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To every sorrowing heart that lives.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Let true faith strong courage give;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Strength the Helper now is sending;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soon thou'lt understand His ways,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Soon thou'lt find thy sorrows ending.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">God! who life and goodness art!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In patience hope in Him, my heart.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="hymn26">FAILURE AND SUCCESS.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It is in failure, in distress,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When, reft of all, it stands alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And not in what men call success,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The noble, valiant soul is known.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He who perfection makes his aim<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shoots at a mark he may not reach;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The world may laugh, the world may blame.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And what it calls <i>discretion</i> preach.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And he will fail to win the goal<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which low ambition makes its own;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But, far beyond, his earnest soul<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Stands in the light, though all alone.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It was through insult, pain, and loss<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That Jesus won immortal power;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus the great failure of the cross<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was his triumphant, glorious hour.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Think not of failure or success;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He fails who has a low desire.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Up to the highest ever press,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Still onward, upward, higher! higher!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Make such thy purpose, such thy aim,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That they who watch thy spirit's flight<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall look to heaven from whence it came,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And loose thee in celestial light.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="SONGS" id="SONGS"></a>SONGS.</h2> +<p style="text-align: center"> </p> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="song1">THE LITTLE SPRING.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Beneath a green and mossy bank<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There flows a clear and fairy stream;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There the pert squirrel oft has drank,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And thought, perhaps, 'twas made for him.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Their pitchers there the laborers fill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As drop by drop the crystals flow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Singing their silvery welcome still<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To all who to the fountain go.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then to the river on it glides,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Its tributary drop to bear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its modest head a moment hides,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then rises up and sparkles there.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The touching lesson on my heart<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Falls like the gentle dews of heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bids me with humble love impart<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The little treasure God has given.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For from a source as small as this<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Full many a cup of joy may flow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And on the stream of human bliss<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Its little ray of gladness throw.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="song2">THE LITTLE BOY'S MAY-DAY SONG.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The flowers are blooming everywhere,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On every hill and dell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And O, how beautiful they are!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">How sweetly, too, they smell!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The little brooks, they dance along,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And look so glad and gay;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I love to hear their pleasant song,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I feel as glad as they.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The young lambs bleat and frisk about,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The bees hum round their hive,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The butterflies are coming out,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Tis good to be alive.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The trees that looked so stiff and gray<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With green wreaths now are hung;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O mother! let me laugh and play,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I cannot hold my tongue.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"See yonder bird spread out his wings,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And mount the clear blue skies;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hark! how merrily he sings,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As far away he flies."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Go forth, my child, and laugh and play,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And let your cheerful voice,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With birds, and brooks, and merry May,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Cry loud, Rejoice! rejoice!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I would not check your bounding mirth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My little happy boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For He who made this blooming earth<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Smiles on an infant's joy."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="song3">GUESS WHAT I HAVE HEARD.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Dear mother, guess what I have heard!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O, it will soon be spring!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'm sure it was a little bird,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Mother, I heard him sing.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Look at this little piece of green<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That peeps out from the snow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As if it wanted to be seen,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Twill soon be spring, I know.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And O, come here, come here and look!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">How fast it runs along!—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here is a cunning little brook;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O, hear its pretty song!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I know 'tis glad the winter's gone<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That kept it all so still,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For now it merrily runs on,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And goes just where it will.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I feel just like the brook, I know;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It says, it seems to me,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Good by, cold weather, ice, and snow;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now girls and brooks are free."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I love to think of what you said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Mother, to me last night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of this great world that God has made,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So beautiful and bright.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And now it is the happy spring<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No naughty thing I'll do;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I would not be the only thing<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That is not happy, too.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="song4">SPRING.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Hark! the little birds are singing,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Winter's gone and summer's near;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">See, the tender grass is springing,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the flowers will soon be here.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Who made the winter and the spring?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who painted all the flowers?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who taught the little birds to sing,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And made these hearts of ours?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O, 'tis God! how good he is!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He does every blessing give;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All this happy world is his,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Let us love him while we live.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="song5">THE LITTLE BOY'S GOOD-NIGHT.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The sun is hidden from our sight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The birds are sleeping sound;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis time to say to all, "Good night!"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And give a kiss all round.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Good night! my father, mother, dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now kiss your little son;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Good night! my friends, both far and near,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Good night to every one.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Good night! ye merry, merry birds,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sleep well till morning light;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps if you could sing in words,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You would have said, "Good night!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To all my pretty flowers, good night!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You blossom while I sleep;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all the stars, that shine so bright,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With you their watches keep.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The moon is lighting up the skies,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The stars are sparkling there;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis time to shut our weary eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And say our evening prayer.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="song6">THE SHEPHERD'S SABBATH-SONG.</a></b></h3> + + +<h4 style="text-align: left">TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">This is the Sabbath day!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the wide field I am alone.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hark! now one morning bell's sweet tone,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now it has died away.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Kneeling I worship Thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet dread doth o'er my spirit steal,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From whispering sounds of those who kneel,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Unseen, to pray with me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Around and far away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So clear and solemn is the sky,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It seems all opening to my eye;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This is the Sabbath day!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="song7">TO SPRING.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Hail! reviving, joyous Spring,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Smiling through thy veil of showers;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Birds and brooks thy welcome sing,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Haste, and waken all thy flowers.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Hark! a sweet pervading sound!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From the breathing, moving earth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Life is starting all around,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sending joy and fragrance forth.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O'er the oak's gigantic form<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Blossoms hang their drapery;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Branches that defied the storm<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now are full of melody.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There is not a silent thing<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In this joyous company;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Woods, and hills, and valleys ring<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With a shout of jubilee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Wake, my spirit! art thou still?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Senseless things have found a voice;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall this throbbing heart be still,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When all nature cries, "Rejoice"?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Wake, come forth, my bounding soul!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Join the universal glee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yield to nature's kind control,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Catch her heavenly harmony.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Join the grateful, happy throng,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Cast each selfish care away;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Birds and brooks shall tune your song;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This is nature's holiday.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="song8">HER VOYAGE IS AT AN END.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Hushed was the ocean's stormy roar,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Still as an infant's joy;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There sat upon the rocky shore<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A father and his boy.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Far off they saw a gallant ship,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It came from foreign lands;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The boy began to dance and skip,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And clap his little hands.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Her wished-for port is near at hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The ship is hastening on;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They hear the birds sing on the land;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her voyage is nearly done.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The boy's glad notes, his shouts of glee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The rocks with music fill;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But now he cries,—"See, father, see!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The ship is standing still."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Her masts are trembling from the shock.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her white sails all descend;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The ship has struck upon a rock,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her voyage is at an end.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The sailors hurry to and fro,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All crowded is the deck;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She struggles hard,—she's free;—O, no!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She is indeed a wreck.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The boy's young heart is full of grief:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Father! what will she do?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let's take the boat to her relief,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O, quickly let us go!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They went,—and many a stronger hand<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Its ready succour gave;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They brought the crew all safe to land,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the cargo tried to save.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The night comes on, the night is dark,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">More dark the billows seem;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They break against the ship, and hark!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The seamew's mournful scream.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The boy upon his pillow lies,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In sweet repose he sinks;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, as he shuts his weary eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On the poor ship he thinks.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The sun shines o'er the watery main<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As it did the day before;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The father and his son again<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Are seated on the shore.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With the western wind full many a boat<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Their white sails gayly fill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They lightly o'er the blue waves float,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But the gallant ship is still.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The sailors now the mournful wreck<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of masts and rigging strip;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The waves are playing o'er the deck<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of the sad and ruined ship.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A crow upon the top branch stood<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of a lone and blasted tree;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He seemed to look upon the flood<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With a gloomy sympathy.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The boy now looks up at the bird,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">At the sinking vessel now;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He does not speak a single word.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But a shade is on his brow.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now slowly comes a towering wave,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sweeps with triumph on;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It bears her to her watery grave,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The gallant ship is gone.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Hushed is the ocean's stormy roar,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Still as an infant's joy;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The father sits upon the shore<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In silence with his boy.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><i>Cohasset Shore, July, 1831.</i></p> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="song9">CHARLEY AND HIS FATHER.</a></b></h3> + +<h4 style="text-align: left">A BALLAD.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The birds are flown away,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The flowers are dead and gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The clouds look cold and gray<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Around the setting sun.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The trees with solemn sighs<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Their naked branches swing;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The winter winds arise,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And mournfully they sing.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Upon his father's knee<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was Charley's happy place,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And very thoughtfully<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He looked up in his face;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And these his simple words:—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Father, how cold it blows!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What 'comes of all the birds<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Amidst the storms and snows?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"They fly far, far away<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From storms, and snows, and rain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But, Charley dear, next May<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They'll all come back again."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And will my flowers come, too?"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The little fellow said,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And all be bright and new,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That now looks cold and dead?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O, yes, dear; in the spring<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The flowers will all revive,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The birds return and sing,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And all be made alive."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Who shows the birds the way,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Father, that they must go?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And brings them back in May,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When there is no more snow?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And when no flower is seen<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Upon the hill and plain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who'll make it all so green,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bring the flowers again?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My son, there is a Power<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That none of us can see<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Takes care of every flower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gives life to every tree.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"He through the pathless air<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shows little birds their way;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And we, too, are his care,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He guards us day by day."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Father, when people die,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will they come back in May?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tears were in Charley's eye,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Will they, dear father, say?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"No! they will never come;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">We go to them, my boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There, in our heavenly home,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To meet in endless joy."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Upon his father's knee<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Still Charley kept his place,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And very thoughtfully<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He looked up in his face.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="song10">REMEMBER THE SLAVE.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Mother! whene'er around your child<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You clasp your arms in love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when, with grateful joy, you raise<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your eyes to God above,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Think of the negro mother, when<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her child is torn away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sold for a little slave,—O, then<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For that poor mother pray!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Father! whene'er your happy boys<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You look upon with pride,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And pray to see them when you're old,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All blooming by your side,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Think of that father's withered heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The father of a slave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who asks a pitying God to give<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His little son a grave.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Brothers and sisters! who with joy<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Meet round the social hearth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And talk of home and happy days,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And laugh in careless mirth,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Remember, too, the poor young slave,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who never felt your joy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who, early old, has never known<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The bliss to be a boy.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ye Christians! ministers of Him<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who came to make men free,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When, at the Almighty Maker's throne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You bend the suppliant knee,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">From the deep fountains of your soul<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then let your prayers ascend<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the poor slave, who hardly knows<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That God is still his friend.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Let all who know that God is just,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That Jesus came to save,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unite in the most holy cause<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of the forsaken slave.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="song11">HOME-SICKNESS.</a></b></h3> + + +<h4 style="text-align: left">TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Were I a wild, wild falcon,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'd soar away on high,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And seek my father's dwelling,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Beyond the far blue sky.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Against that well-known door then<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'd flap my wings with joy;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My mother from the window<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sees and admits her boy.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Dear son!" she'd say; "O, welcome!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">How often has my heart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Longed sadly to embrace thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now here behold thou art!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus memory still is dreaming<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of what can never be.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My long-lost home,—the loved ones,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">These eyes may never see.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="song12">HAPPINESS.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What is it makes the morning bright?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What gilds the evening hours?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What makes our hearts seem gay and light,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As if we trod on flowers?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Tis innocence that makes us gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bids flowers grow everywhere;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Makes it bright sunshine every day.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And every evening fair.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What makes us, when we look above,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">See smiling angels there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And think they look on us in love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As if we were their care?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis that the soul, all free from sin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Glows like an inward sun;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And heaven above and heaven within<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Do meet and join in one.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="song13">CHILDREN IN SLAVERY.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When children play the livelong day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Like birds and butterflies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As free and gay sport life away,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And know not care nor sighs;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then earth and air seem fresh and fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All peace below, above;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Life's flowers are there, and everywhere<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Is innocence and love.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When children pray with fear all day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A blight must be at hand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then joys decay, and birds of prey<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Are hovering o'er the land.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When young hearts weep as they go to sleep,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then all the world seems sad;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The flesh must creep, and woes are deep,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When children are not glad.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="song14">TO GOOD RESOLUTIONS.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How like the morning flower ye are!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which lifts its diamond head,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Exulting in the mead;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But the rude wind shall steal its gem,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shall break its tender stem,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And leave it dead.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Frail pledges of the contrite heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wherefore so soon decay?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O, yet prolong your stay!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until my soul shall boldly rise,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And claim its native skies,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Haste not away.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="song15">THANKS FOR A PLEASANT DAY.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Come, let us all, with heart and voice,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To God our Father sing and pray;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In his unceasing love rejoice,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And thank him for this pleasant day.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The clear blue sky looks full of love;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Let all our selfish passions cease!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O, let us lift our thoughts above,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where all is brightness, goodness, peace.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">If we have done a brother wrong,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O, let us seek to be forgiven;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor let one discord spoil the song<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Our hearts would raise this day to heaven.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This blessed day, when the pure air<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Is full of sweetness, full of joy,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When all around is calm and fair,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shall we the harmony destroy?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O, may it be our earnest care<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To free our souls from every sin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then will each day be bright and fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For God's pure sunshine dwells within.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="song16">TO A BUTTERFLY.</a></b></h3> + +<blockquote> + +<p>[Those who are acquainted with this little poem, translated +from Herder, will perceive that a slight liberty has been +taken with the last two lines.]</p> + +</blockquote> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Airy, lovely, heavenly thing!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Butterfly with quivering wing!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hovering in thy transient hour<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Over every bush and flower,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Feasting upon flowers and dew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thyself a brilliant blossom, too!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Who, with skilful fingers fine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Purpled o'er those wings of thine?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was it some sylph whose tender care<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spangled thy robes so fine and fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wove them of the morning air?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I feel thy little throbbing heart;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou fear'st e'en now death's bitter smart.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Fly, little spirit, fly away!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be free and joyful thy short day!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Image thou dost seem to me<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of that which I may one day be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When I shall drop this robe of earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wake into a spirit's birth.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="song17">TO NATURE.</a></b></h3> + + +<h4 style="text-align: left">FROM THE GERMAN OF FREDERICK LEOPOLD, COUNT OF STALBERG.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Holy nature! fresh and free,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let me ever follow thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By the hand, O, lead me still,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a child, at thy sweet will.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When with weariness oppressed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I will on thy bosom rest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Breathe in pleasure from above,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In thy mother-arms of love.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O, how well it is for me<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thee to love, with thee to be!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Holy nature! sweet and free,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let me ever follow thee.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="song18">ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG COMPANION.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Farewell for a time!<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Thou hast gone to that clime<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where sickness and sorrow are o'er.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">We loved thee when here,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">We shed the sad tear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To think we shall see thee no more.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">We weep not for thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">We remember that He<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who made little children his care<br /></span> +<span class="i4">In his own fatherland<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Will reach you his hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And comfort and welcome you there.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Our tears they will flow;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">But do we not know<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That thou art released from all pain?<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Then weep not; for He<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Who walked on the sea<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Has said we shall all live again.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="song19">THE SABBATH IS HERE.</a></b></h3> + + +<h4 style="text-align: left">FROM KRUMACHER.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Sabbath is here, it is sent us from heaven;<br /></span> +<span class="i7">Rest, rest, toilsome life,<br /></span> +<span class="i7">Be silent all strife,<br /></span> +<span class="i7">Let us stop on our way,<br /></span> +<span class="i7">And give thanks and pray<br /></span> +<span class="i5">To Him who all things has given.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Sabbath is here, to the fields let us go;<br /></span> +<span class="i7">How fresh and how fair!<br /></span> +<span class="i7">In the still morning air,<br /></span> +<span class="i7">The bright golden grain<br /></span> +<span class="i7">Waves over the plain;<br /></span> +<span class="i5">It is God who doth all this bestow.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Sabbath is here; on this blessed morn<br /></span> +<span class="i7">No tired ox moans,<br /></span> +<span class="i7">No creaking wheel groans,<br /></span> +<span class="i7">At rest is the plough;<br /></span> +<span class="i7">No noise is heard now,<br /></span> +<span class="i5">Save the sound of the rustling corn.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Sabbath is here; our seed we have sown<br /></span> +<span class="i7">In hope and in faith;<br /></span> +<span class="i7">The Father he saith<br /></span> +<span class="i7">Amen! Be it so!<br /></span> +<span class="i7">Behold the corn grow!<br /></span> +<span class="i5">Rejoicing his goodness we'll own.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Sabbath is here; His love we will sing<br /></span> +<span class="i7">Who sendeth the rain<br /></span> +<span class="i7">Upon the young grain.<br /></span> +<span class="i7">And soon all around<br /></span> +<span class="i7">The sickle will sound.<br /></span> +<span class="i5">And home the bright sheaves we will bring.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Sabbath is here; in hope and in love<br /></span> +<span class="i7">We sow in the dust,<br /></span> +<span class="i7">While humbly we trust<br /></span> +<span class="i7">Up yonder shall grow<br /></span> +<span class="i7">The seed which we sow,<br /></span> +<span class="i5">And bloom a bright garland above.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="song20">THE CHILD AT HER MOTHER'S GRAVE.</a></b></h3> + + +<h4 style="text-align: left">TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In that little room of thine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sweet sleep has come to thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ah, mother! dearest mother mine!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O, call me to that room of thine!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O, shut it not from me!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I would so gladly be with thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And be thy child again;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis cold and stormy here with me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis warm, and, O, so still with thee!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ah! let me, let me in!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thou took'st me gladly once with thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So gladly held my hand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O, see, thou hast forsaken me!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Take me this time again with thee<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Into the heavenly land.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="song21">CHILD'S SONG.</a></b></h3> + + +<h4 style="text-align: left">TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When at night I go to sleep,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fourteen angels are at hand;—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Two on my right their watches keep;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Two on my left to bless me stand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Two hover gently o'er my head;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Two guard the foot of my small bed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Two wake me with the sun's first ray;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Two dress me nicely every day;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Two guide me on the heavenly road,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That leads to paradise and God.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="song22">TO A FOUNTAIN.</a></b></h3> + + +<h4 style="text-align: left">FROM THE GERMAN OF RAMLER.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lo! this fount is flowing ever;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But the fountain prattles never.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Traveller! at this fountain stay;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Learn of it, with pure endeavour,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Good to do, and nothing say.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="song23">SONG FOR AN INFANT SCHOOL.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Children go<br /></span> +<span class="i4">To and fro,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In a merry, pretty row,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Footsteps light,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Faces bright;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Tis a happy sight.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swiftly turning round and round,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Do not look upon the ground.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Follow me,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Full of glee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Singing merrily.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Birds are free,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">So are we;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And we live as happily.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Work we do,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Study too,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For we learn "twice two";<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then we laugh, and dance, and sing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gay as birds or any thing.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Follow me,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Full of glee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Singing merrily.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Work is done,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Play's begun;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now we have our laugh and fun.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Happy days,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Pretty plays,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And no naughty ways.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Holding fast each other's hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We're a little happy band;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Follow me,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Full of glee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Singing merrily.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="song24">THE SUMMER.</a></b></h3> + + +<h4 style="text-align: left">A FREE TRANSLATION OF A GERMAN POPULAR SONG.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Go forth, my heart, and seek the bliss<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of such a summer day as this,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bestowed on all by Heaven;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The beauties of the garden see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Behold! it is for thee and me<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Its glories all are given.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The trees with whispering leaves are dressed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The earth upon her dusky breast<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her robe of green is wearing;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The flowers are blooming far and wide,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not Solomon in all his pride<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With them would bear comparing.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The dove from out her nest doth fly;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far upward in the clear blue sky<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The lark her way is winging;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hark to the lovely nightingale!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With her sweet song each hill and dale,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And woods and rocks, are ringing.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The hen brings out her little brood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The swallow finds her young ones food,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The stork her house is keeping.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bounding stag, the timid roe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are full of joy, and to and fro,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Through the high grass, are leaping.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The brook is tinkling as it goes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with the myrtle and the rose<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Its shady banks adorning;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While, from the flowery mead near by,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sheep and shepherd's joyful cry<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Salutes the early morning.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The never idle troops of bees<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fly here and there, and where they please<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Their honey food are quaffing;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sap is running up the vine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Round the old elm its tendrils twine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And in the sun are laughing.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And can I, may I, silent be?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When all God's glorious works I see<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My soul desires to know him.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When all are singing I must sing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to the Highest I must bring<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The tribute which I owe him.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Are all things here so bright and fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And has he with a loving care<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My happy being given?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What, in the glorious world above,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where all is beauty, all is love,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What shall I be in heaven?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O, were I there! O, stood I now<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In that great Presence! there to bow<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In grateful love before him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then would I with the angels raise<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One never-ending song of praise,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And worship and adore him!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="song25">TO A BEAUTIFUL GIRL.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sweet flower! so young, so fresh, so fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bright pleasure sparkling in thine eye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alas! e'en thee time will not spare,<br /></span> +<span class="i17">And thou must die.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The heart with youthful hope so gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That scarcely ever breathed a sigh,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Must weep o'er pleasures fled away,<br /></span> +<span class="i17">For all must die.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But though the rosy cheek may fade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The virtuous wish, the purpose high,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bloom with which the soul's arrayed,<br /></span> +<span class="i17">Shall never die.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="song26">THE LITTLE SLAVE'S WISH.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I wish I was that little bird<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Up in the bright blue sky,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That sings and flies just where he will,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And no one asks him why.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I wish I was that little brook<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That runs so swift along,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through pretty flowers, and shining stones,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Singing a merry song.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I wish I was a butterfly,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Without a fear or care,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spreading my many-colored wings,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Like a flower in the air.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I wish I was that wild, wild deer,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That I saw the other day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who through the dark green forest flew,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Like an arrow far away.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I wish I was that little cloud<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By the gentle south-wind driven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Floating along so calm and bright<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Up to the gates of heaven.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I'd rather be a savage beast,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And dwell in a gloomy cave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And shake the forest when I roared,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Than what I am,—a slave.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My mother calls me her good boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My father calls me brave;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What wicked action have I done<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That I should be a slave?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They tell me God is very good.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That his right arm can save;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O, is it, can it, be his will<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That I should be a slave?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O, how much better 'tis to die,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And lie down in the grave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than 'tis to be what I am now,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A little negro slave!<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p style="text-align: center"> </p> +<p style="text-align: center"> </p> + +<p style="text-align: center"> +<img src="images/72.jpg" alt="Going to Church" width="271" height="400" /></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="FABLES" id="FABLES"></a>FABLES.</h2> +<p style="text-align: center"> </p> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="fable1">THE HONEST BIRD.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Once on a time, a little bird<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Within a wicker cage was heard,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In mournful tones, these words to sing:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"In vain I stretch my useless wing;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still round and round I vainly fly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And strive in vain for liberty.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dear liberty, how sweet thou art!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The prisoner sings, with breaking heart:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"All other things I'd give for thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor ask one joy but liberty."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He sang so sweet, a little mouse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who often ran about the house,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Came to his cage; her cunning ear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She turned, the mournful bird to hear.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soon as he ceased,—"Suppose," said she,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I could contrive to set you free;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would you those pretty wings give me?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The cage was in the window-seat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sky was blue, the air was sweet.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bird with eagerness replied,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O, yes! my wings, and see, beside,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These seeds and apples, sugar, too,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All, pretty mouse, I'll give to you,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If you will only set me free;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For, O, I pant for liberty!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The mouse soon gnawed a hole; the bird,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In ecstasy, forgot his word;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swift as an arrow, see, he flies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far up, far up, towards the skies;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But see, he stops, now he descends,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Towards the cage his course he bends.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Kind mouse," said he, "behold me now<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Returned to keep my foolish vow;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I only longed for freedom then,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor thought to want my wings again.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Better with life itself to part,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than, living, have a faithless heart;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Do with me, therefore, as you will,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An honest bird I will be still."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">His heart seemed full, no more he said,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He drooped his wings and hung his head.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mouse, though very pert and smart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had yet a very tender heart;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She minced a little, twirled about,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then thus her sentiments threw out:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I don't care much about your wings,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Apples and cakes are better things;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You love the clouds, I choose the house;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wings would look queer upon a mouse.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My nice long tail is better far,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So keep your wings just where they are."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She munched some apple, gave a smack,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ran into her little crack.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bird spread out his wings and flew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And vanished in the sky's deep blue;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far up his joyful song he poured,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sang of freedom as he soared.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="fable2">SOLILOQUY</a></b></h3> + + +<h4 style="text-align: left">OF ELLEN'S SQUIRREL, ON RECEIVING HIS LIBERTY;—OVERHEARD BY A LOVER +OF NATURE AND A FRIEND OF ELLEN.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Was that the music of the wind,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That whispered in my trembling ear?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And can I, free and unconfined,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Taste of the joys that still are dear?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And can I skip from tree to tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And fly along the flowery plain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Light as the wind, as fleet, as free,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And make my winter's nest again?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O, yes! my joyful, trembling heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The song you heard from yonder tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which made awakening memory start,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was the sweet sound of Liberty!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Dear Ellen, many thanks I owe<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For tenderest care bestowed on me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But most my gratitude will flow<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For your best gift,—sweet Liberty!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oft in your gayest, happiest hour,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When all your youthful heart beats high,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, hastening on from flower to flower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You taste the sweets of Liberty,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The thought that you have set me free,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That I can skip and dance like you,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To your kind, tender heart shall be<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As pure a joy as e'er you knew.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Scarce can my wakening sense believe<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The sounds I hear, the sights I see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dear Ellen, once again receive<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your Squirrel's thanks for Liberty.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="fable3">THE PIN, NEEDLE, AND SCISSORS.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Tis true, although 'tis sad to say,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Disputes are rising every day.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You'd think, if no one did deny it,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A little work-box might be quiet;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But 'tis not so, for I did hear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or else I dreamed it, 'tis so queer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Pin and Needle in the cushion<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Maintain the following discussion.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Needle, "extra fine gold-eyed,"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was very sharp and full of pride,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thus, methought, she did begin:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You clumsy, thick, short, ugly Pin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I wish you were not quite so near;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How could my mistress stick me here?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She should have put me in my place,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With my bright sisters in the case."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Would you were there!" the Pin replied;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I do not want you by my side.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'm rather short and thick, 'tis true;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who'd be so long and thin as you?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I've got a head, though, of my own,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That you had better let alone."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"You make me laugh," the Needle cried;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"That you've a head can't be denied;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For <i>you</i> a very proper head,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Without an eye, and full of lead."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"You are so cross, and sharp, and thin,"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Replied the poor insulted Pin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I hardly dare a word to say,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wish indeed you were away;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That golden eye in your poor head<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was only made to hold a thread;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All your fine airs are foolish fudge,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For you are nothing but a drudge;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I, in spite of your abuse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Am made for pleasure and for use.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I fasten the bouquet and sash,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And help the ladies make a dash;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I go abroad and gayly roam,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While you are rusting here at home."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Stop," cried the Needle, "you're too much,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You've brass enough to beat the Dutch;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Do I not make the ladies' clothes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere I retire to my repose?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then who, forsooth, the glory wins?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alas! 'tis finery and pins.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This is the world's unjust decree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But what is this vain world to me?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'd rather live with my own kin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than dance about like you, vain Pin.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'm taken care of every day;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You're used awhile, then thrown away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or else you get all bent up double,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And a snug crack for all your trouble."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"True," said the Pin, "I am abused,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sometimes very roughly used;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I often get an ugly crook,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or fall into a dirty nook;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But there I lie, and never mind it;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who wants a pin is sure to find it;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In time I am picked up, and then<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I lead a merry life again.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You fuss so at a fall or hurt,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, if you get a little dirt,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You keep up such an odious creaking,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That where you are there is no speaking;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And then your lackey Emery's called,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he, poor thing, is pricked and mauled,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until your daintiness—O, shocking!—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is fit for what? to mend a stocking!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Needle now began to speak,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They might have quarrelled for a week,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But here the Scissors interposed.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thus the warm debate was closed:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"You angry Needle! foolish Pin!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How did this nonsense first begin?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You should have both been better taught;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I will cut the matter short.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You both are wrong, and both are right,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And both are very impolite.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">E'en in a work-box 'twill not do<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To talk of every thing that's true.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All personal remarks avoid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For every one will be annoyed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At hearing disagreeable truth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Besides, it shows you quite uncouth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sadly wanting in good taste.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But what advantages you waste!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Think, Pins and Needles, while you may,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How much you hear in one short day;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No servants wait on lordly man<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can hear one half of what you can.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis not worth while to mince the matter;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor men nor boys like girls can chatter;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All now are learning, forward moving,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">E'en Pins and Needles are improving;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in this glorious, busy day<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All have some useful part to play.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Go forth, ye Pins, and bring home news!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye Needles in your cases muse!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And take me for your kind adviser,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And only think of growing wiser;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then, when you meet again, no doubt,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Something you'll have to talk about,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And need not get into a passion,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And quarrel in this vulgar fashion.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Less of yourselves you'll think, and more<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of others, than you did before.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You'll learn, that in their own right sphere<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All things with dignity appear.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And have, when in their proper place,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Peculiar use and native grace."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Methought the polished Scissors blushed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To have said so much, and all was hushed.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="fable4">LEARNED FRED.</a></b></h3> + + +<h4 style="text-align: left">FROM THE GERMAN.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">One short six months had scarcely gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When, full of all he'd learned,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Young Frederick, that hopeful son,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From college home returned.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To his paternal roof restored,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It was not long before<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The learned man at table poured<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The treasures of his lore.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now," said the youngster, "father dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You doubtless think you see<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Two roasted fowls before us here;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But I say there are three.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"<i>Atqui</i> these roasted fowls are two,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And one in two must be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Ergo</i>,—or logic is not true,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">These roasted fowls are three."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"God bless your studies!" quoth papa;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"'Tis just as you have said;<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>This</i> is for me, <i>that</i> for mamma,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The third for learned Fred."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="fable5">LITTLE ROLAND.</a></b></h3> + + +<h4 style="text-align: left">TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lady Bertha sat in the rocky cleft,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her bitter woes to weep;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Little Roland played in the free fresh air;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His sorrows were not deep.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My royal brother, O King Charles,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Why did I fly from thee?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Splendor and rank I left for love;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now thou art wroth with me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O Milon, Milon, husband dear!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Beneath the waves art thou;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For love I have forsaken all,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Yet love forsakes me now.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O Roland! thou, my dearest boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now fame and love to me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come quickly, little Roland, come!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My hope rests all on thee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Go to the city, Roland, go!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To beg us meat and bread;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And whoso gives the smallest gift,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ask blessings on his head."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now great King Charles at table sat,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In the golden hall of state;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With dish and cup the servants ran,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On the noble guests to wait.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Flute, harp, and minstrelsy now tune<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All hearts to joyful mood;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The cheerful music does not reach<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To Bertha's solitude.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Before the hall in the court-yard sat<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of beggars a motley throng;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The meat and drink was more to them<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Than flute, and harp, and song.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The king looked out, through the open door,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Upon the beggar throng;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through the crowd he saw a noble boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Pushing his way along.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Strange was the little fellow's dress,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of divers colors all;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But with the beggars he would not stay,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He looked up at the hall.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Within the hall little Roland treads,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As though it were his own;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He takes a dish from the royal board<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In silence, and is gone.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The king he thinks,—"What do I see?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This is a curious way";<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But, as he quietly submits,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The rest do nothing say.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In a little while again he comes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To the king he marches up,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And little Roland boldly takes<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The royal golden cup.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Halloo! stop there! thou saucy wight!"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">King Charles's voice did ring;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Little Roland kept the golden cup,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And looked up at the king.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The king at first looked angrily;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But very soon he smiled:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"You tread here in our golden hall,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As in the green woods wild.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"From the royal table you take a dish,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As they take an apple from a tree;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As with the waters of the brook,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With my red wine you make free."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The peasant drinks from the running brook,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On apples she may dine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My mother must have fish and game,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For her is the foaming wine."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Is thy mother such a noble dame<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As thou, my boy, dost boast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then surely has she a castle fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And of vassals a stately host.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Tell me, who may her sewer be?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And who cupbearer, too?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"My own right hand her sewer is;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My left, cupbearer true."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Tell on; who are her faithful guards?"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"My two blue eyes alway."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Tell on; who is her minstrel free?"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"My rosy mouth, I say."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Brave servants has the dame, indeed;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But does strange livery choose,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Made up of colors manifold,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shining with rainbow hues."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"From each quarter of the city,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With eight boys I have fought;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Four sorts of cloth to the conqueror,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As tribute, they have brought."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The best of servants, to my mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The dame's must surely be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She is, I wot, the beggar's queen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who keeps a table free.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The noble lady should not far<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From my royal palace be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Arise, three ladies, and three lords,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bring her in to me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Little Roland, holding fast the cup,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From the splendid hall he hies;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To follow him, at the king's command,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Three lords, three ladies, rise.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And after now a little while,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The king sees, far away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The noble ladies and the knights<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Return without delay.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The king he cries out suddenly,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Help, Heaven! see I aright?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis my own blood, in open hall,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I have treated with cruel slight.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Help, Heaven! in pilgrim dress I see<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My sister Bertha stand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So pale in my gay palace here,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A beggar's staff in her hand!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lady Bertha sinks down at his feet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Pale image of despair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His wrath returns, and he looks on her<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With a stern and angry air.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lady Bertha quick cast down her eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No word to speak she tried;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Little Roland raised his clear blue eyes,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"My uncle!" loud he cried.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Rise up, my sister Bertha, rise!"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The king said tenderly;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"For the sake of this dear son of thine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou shalt forgiven be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lady Bertha rose up joyfully:—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Dear brother! thanks to thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Little Roland shall requite the boon<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou hast bestowed on me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"He of the glory of his king<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shall be an image fair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The colors of many a foreign realm<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His banner and shield shall bear.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The cup from many a royal board<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He shall seize with his free right hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And safety and fresh glory bring<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To his sighing mother-land."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="fable6">BILLY RABBIT TO MARY.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> + <p>[Billy Rabbit was a little rabbit which a boy caught in the +woods, and gave to a little girl of the name of Mary. She +was very attentive to the little prisoner, gave him an +abundance of good things to eat, and tried her best to make +him happy; but all in vain. After many attempts, he at last +succeeded in making his escape, and instantly disappeared in +the woods. In the course of the day, the following letter, +sealed with a sharp thorn, was received by his friend Mary.]</p> +</div> + + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"><span class="i0">Artichoke Woods.<br /></span></div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">You thought, my dear Mary, you had Billy fast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I tried very hard, and escaped you at last;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The chance was so tempting, I thought I would <i>nab</i> it,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It was not very naughty, I'm sure, in a rabbit.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O, let not your kind heart be angry with me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But think what a joy it is to be free,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To see the green woods, to feel the fresh air,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To skip, and to play, and to run everywhere.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The food that you gave me was pleasant and sweet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I'd rather be free, though with nothing to eat.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O, how glad they all were to see me come back,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And every one wanted to give me a smack.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dick knocked over Brownie, and jumped over Bun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the neighbours came in to witness the fun.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My father said something, but could not be heard;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My mother looked at me, but spoke not a word;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And while she was looking, her eyes became pink,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she shed a few tears, I verily think.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To him who a hole or a palace inhabits,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To all sorts of beings, to men, and to rabbits,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ah! dear to us all is sweet Liberty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Especially, Mary, to you and to me.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So I hope you'll forgive me for sending this letter,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To tell you I'm safe, and feel so much better,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cut all sorts of capers, and act very silly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And am your devoted, affectionate<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Billy</span>.<br /></span> +</p> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="fable7">THE OLD AND NEW SHOES.</a></b></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Good bye, get away, you ugly old things!"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Said a little boy once to his shoes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"All stubbed are your toes, all twisted your strings,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You're wrinkled, one-sided, and loose.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But here are my new ones, so shiny and bright,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They are almost as smooth as my skin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How stiff they are, too! how straight and upright!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">How snug my feet feel now they're in!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So saying, he gave to his old shoes a kick,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And strutted with pride to the door;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His unkindness had cut the old shoes to the quick,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For nothing contempt can endure.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Master Frank, Master Frank, stop a while, if you please,"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">('Twas one of the shoes he heard call);<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Our <i>soles</i> cannot bear such insults as these,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And your pride, Sir, will soon have a fall."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Frank stood still with wonder and looked at the shoe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But could not see into the matter;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At last he exclaimed,—"As they've nothing to do,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I suppose, like Poll Parrot, they chatter."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So he opened the door, and walked down the stairs;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His shoes were too stiff to go fast;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But let us observe him, and see how he fares,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">How repentant poor Frank was at last.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">His shoes were so smooth that he could but just stand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So tight, that they pinched in his toes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He could only sit still, and try to look grand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And remember he had on new shoes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But Fido ran in, who loved little Frank,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the shoes were remembered no more;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They began to cut capers, but at the first prank<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Down tumbled poor Frank on the floor.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He was a brave boy, he thought not of crying,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He said, "Never mind," though in pain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He whistled to Fido, but there is no denying<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He fell down again and again.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He went to his bed with his heart full of sorrow;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He said to the nurse,—"I should choose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If you please, when I'm dressed, my good Betsey, to-morrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To put on my easy old shoes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"See how red my toes are, and I'm all black and blue;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I don't like my new shoes at all."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ah! you see," answered Betsey, "what I told you was true;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your shoes, Master Frank, are too small."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">His old shoes he was glad in the morning to see,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And, forgetting his trouble and pain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"How happy," said he, "my poor toes will be<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To get into the old shoes again."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The voice of the old shoe now once more was heard:—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Master Frank, will you please to attend?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I wish, with your leave, to say just a word,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Tis a word of advice from a friend.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Never part with old shoes till they part from you;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Let your new ones be always well tried;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Old shoes and old friends are far better than new,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And, trust me, more worthy of pride.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Our strings and our toes are bad, we must own,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But they can be easily mended.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I have done," said the shoe, in a kind, easy tone,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And it gaped as the lecture was ended.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">New toes and new heels now the old shoes have got,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">New strings, too, their beauty renew;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Frank wears them in peace, and has never forgot<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The words of the friendly old shoe.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + +<h3 style="text-align: left"><b><a name="fable8">THE MONKEYS AND THE BEARS.</a></b></h3> + + +<h4 style="text-align: left">TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF GELLART.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The monkeys, 'tis said, once asked of the bears,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How it was that their nation so much surpassed theirs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And begged that the means they would graciously tell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By which the young bears were kept hearty and well.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Perhaps it may be," said one of the mothers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who seemed more considerate and wise than the others,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Perhaps," said she, trembling at even the thought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"We give our dear young ones less food than we ought;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We may be impatient; I have really some fears<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That we rock them too little, the poor little dears;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our milk may cause fever, and their stomachs not suit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or perhaps they are weakened and injured by fruit.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps the whole mischief is caused by the air,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And who 'gainst this evil can ever prepare?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In their earliest years, it may poison instil,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And through their whole lifetime produce every ill.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps it may be, before we are aware,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They breathe in a pestilence, borne on the air.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps, for the nerves of us monkeys are weak,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In jumping, or leaping, some bone they may break<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In their breasts." Here, for weeping, she scarcely could speak,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she snatched up her little one long to her breast;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With such vehement love the poor victim she pressed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That all its complainings and troubles were stilled;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alas the poor mother! her pet she had killed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Said the bear,—"No longer I think you need seek<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the cause why your young ones are sickly and weak;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It is not the milk, nor the fruit, nor the air,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor fault of the stomach, and 'tis no lack of care.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your blind fondness it is that cuts short their days.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How is it that we such multitudes raise?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As soon as our young ones are able to run,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We take them out with us to play in the sun.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We take them through floods, through heat, and through cold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And so they are healthy, and live to be old."<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p style="text-align: center"> </p> + + +<h3>THE END.</h3> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_CATALOGUE_OF_BOOKS" id="A_CATALOGUE_OF_BOOKS"></a>A CATALOGUE OF BOOKS</h2> + +<h3>PUBLISHED BY</h3> + +<h2>CROSBY & NICHOLS,</h2> + +<h3>111 WASHINGTON STREET,</h3> + +<h3>BOSTON.</h3> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + + +<blockquote> + + +<p><span class="smcap">Crosby & Nichols</span> have for sale a general assortment of Books +in all the various departments of literature, comprising Theological, +School, Juvenile, and Miscellaneous Books of all kinds.</p> + +<p>All Periodicals, both American and Foreign, supplied promptly. 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In his letters he lays his heart entirely +open; and no man, no matter what his opinions or prejudices, can read +them without saying,—'Channing was, indeed, a great and good +man,—one who lived for the world!'"—<i>Christian Messenger.</i></p> + +<p>"Only one who was similar in purpose and temper,—who felt like +aspirations, hopes, and faith,—could at all do justice to the +distinguished subject. The present book must, therefore, we are sure, +give us Channing's character in its completeness, and true harmony and +proportions of parts."—<i>Salem Observer.</i></p> + +<p>"These memoirs of a great and good man will, we apprehend, obtain an +uncommonly extensive circulation, not only among the denomination of +Christians in which he ranked himself, but with all who reverence +purity of character, an enlarged philanthropy, and eminent talents, +guided by virtue and piety."—<i>Salem Register.</i></p> + +<p>"If we mistake not, now is the very time in God's providence when the +biography of William Ellery Channing could best make its appearance. +We have heard that a distinguished divine, of different speculative +religious views from Dr. Channing, has recently said,—'Channing is +greatly needed among us at this present moment.' Behold him here! We +doubt not that the biography thus prepared is to make a great +impression on the age that is passing, and that is yet to +come."—<i>Christian Register.</i></p> + +<p>SERMONS ON CHRISTIAN COMMUNION. Designed to promote the Culture of the +Religious Affections. Edited by Rev. <span class="smcap">T.R. Sullivan</span>. 12mo. pp. +403. Price, $1.00.</p> + +<p>This work is not confined to the subject of the Lord's Supper, but +"forms a series of practical discourses of the persuasive kind, +relating to repentance, or the duty of commencing the Christian +course,—to edification, or the encouragements to progressive +Christian improvement,—and to the eucharistic service, as affording +exercise for all the grateful and devout affections of the heart in +every stage of its subjection to Christian discipline."—<i>Preface.</i></p> + +<p>The following is a list of the writers:—</p> + +<p> +Rev. <span class="smcap">H.A. 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We +chanced to open at Sermon XVIII., on Christian Education, and were +pleased to see the idea of Dr. Bushnell's celebrated book on +'Christian Nurture' illustrated and urged in a sermon by Dr. Putnam, +preached two years before Dr. Bushnell's book made its +appearance."—<i>Christian Register.</i></p> + +<p>"The tone of these sermons, their living interest, their +unpremeditated variety in unity, fit them well for this +purpose,—close personal influence on minds of widely differing views, +united in the one great aim of a Christian life. We shall probably +take an early opportunity of making some selections."—<i>Christian +Inquirer.</i></p> + +<p>"We think the volume is upon the whole one of the best volumes of +discourses ever issued from the American press."—<i>Boston Daily +Atlas.</i></p> + +<p>THE GOSPEL NARRATIVES, their Origin, Peculiarities, and Transmission. +By Rev. <span class="smcap">Henry A. Miles</span>. 16mo. pp. 174. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Hymns, Songs, and Fables, for Young People + +Author: Eliza Lee Follen + +Release Date: September 13, 2005 [EBook #16688] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HYMNS, SONGS, AND FABLES *** + + + + +Produced by PM Childrens Library, Linda Cantoni, and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net. +Produced from page scans provided by Internet Archive and +University of Florida. + + + + + + + + + +HYMNS, SONGS, AND FABLES, +FOR YOUNG PEOPLE. + +BY + +ELIZA LEE FOLLEN. + +REVISED AND ENLARGED FROM THE LAST EDITION. + +BOSTON: +WM. CROSBY AND H.P. NICHOLS, +118 WASHINGTON STREET. + +1851. + +[Illustration] + +Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1846, by WM. CROSBY +AND H.P. NICHOLS, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the +District of Massachusetts. + +CAMBRIDGE: +STEREOTYPED AND PRINTED BY +METCALF AND COMPANY, +PRINTERS TO THE UNIVERSITY. + + + + +PREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITION. + +BY CHARLES FOLLEN. + + +This little book is dedicated to parents and children. Most of the +poems were written with no other hope, than that they would instruct +or please some child. The pleasure they have given in a limited circle +has tempted the writer to print them. Some have never before appeared +in public, but most of them have been already published in different +works; some few, without the author's knowledge. + +It will be found that these poems are intended for children of +different ages and characters. It may be objected to the book, that +gay and serious pieces are bound up together; but so it is in human +life and human nature, and it is essential to the healthful action of +a child's mind that it should be so. The smile that overtakes its +tears is as necessary to the child as the sun after a spring shower +is to the young plant; and without it a blight will fall upon the +opening blossom. + +The natural love that all have for their literary offspring, perhaps, +first induced the author to bring the stray little family together. +This motive was strengthened by the hope that children might love the +book, and that she might have the pleasure of seeing it among their +treasures, with the corners of the leaves well worn by their little +fingers, and perhaps sometimes placed upon the pillow where "angels +hover round." + +This success, which must secure to her also the approbation of +parents, she does aspire after, and most earnestly desire; this, and +this alone, will satisfy her; without this, she would be the first to +pronounce it an unworthy offering. + +CAMBRIDGE, May 19, 1831. + + + + +PREFACE + +TO THE PRESENT EDITION. + + +The present edition of Hymns, Songs, and Fables, has been greatly +enlarged, by poems either not before printed, or that have had a very +limited circulation, and also by a number of translations from the +German. If they should have the good fortune to add to the innocent +pleasure of the young, and deserve to become associated in their minds +with the pure and hallowed recollections of home, and happy early +days, my highest ambition with regard to them be entirely gratified. + +ELIZA LEE FOLLEN. + +CAMBRIDGE, November 19, 1846. + + + + +CONTENTS. + + +HYMNS. + + PAGE + +"Suffer little children to come unto me" 1 + +Hymn 2 + +Hymn for a Little Boy 3 + +"The Lord is my Strength" 5 + +Hymn 6 + +"Thy Will be done" 7 + +Sabbath Day 8 + +The Good Boy's Hymn on going to Bed 10 + +God is good 11 + +Evening 12 + +Robinson Crusoe's Hymn 13 + +Hymn 14 + +On Prayer 16 + +"The Spirit giveth Life" 17 + +We never part from Thee 19 + +"I will arise and go to my Father" 20 + +Evening Hymn 22 + +Autumn 23 + +The Lord's Day 24 + +The Ministry of Pain 25 + +"By Faith ye are saved" 26 + +Evening Prayer 27 + +Evening Hymn 28 + +Lines written at Midnight 29 + +"Hope in God" 31 + +Failure and Success 32 + + +SONGS. + +The Little Spring 35 + +The Little Boy's May-day Song 36 + +Guess what I have heard 38 + +Spring 39 + +The Little Boy's Good-night 40 + +The Shepherd's Sabbath-song 41 + +To Spring 42 + +Her Voyage is at an End 44 + +Charley and his Father. A Ballad 47 + +Remember the Slave 50 + +Home-sickness 52 + +Happiness 53 + +Children in Slavery 54 + +To Good Resolutions 55 + +Thanks for a Pleasant Day 56 + +To a Butterfly 57 + +To Nature 58 + +On the Death of a Young Companion 59 + +The Sabbath is here 60 + +The Child at her Mother's Grave 62 + +Child's Song 63 + +To a Fountain 64 + +Song for an Infant School 64 + +The Summer 66 + +To a Beautiful Girl 68 + +The Little Slave's Wish 69 + + +FABLES. + +The Honest Bird 73 + +Soliloquy of Ellen's Squirrel 76 + +The Pin, Needle, and Scissors 77 + +Learned Fred 83 + +Little Roland 84 + +Billy Rabbit to Mary 91 + +The Old and New Shoes 93 + +The Monkeys and the Bears 97 + + + + +HYMNS. + + +"SUFFER LITTLE CHILDREN TO COME UNTO ME." + + "Let little children come to me,"-- + This is what the Saviour said; + Little children, come and see + Where these gracious words are read. + + Often on these pages look,-- + Of the love of God they tell; + 'Tis indeed a holy book,-- + Learn to read and love it well. + + Thus you hear the Saviour speak,-- + "Come ye all and learn of me"; + He was gentle, lowly, meek,-- + So should all his followers be. + + When our Saviour from above, + From his Father did descend, + He took them in his arms of love, + And children knew him for their friend. + + All little children Jesus blessed,-- + Blessed in innocence they are; + Little children he caressed; + Praise him in your infant prayer. + + +HYMN. + + Praise to God! O let us raise + From our hearts a song of praise! + Of that goodness let us sing + Whence our lives and blessings spring. + + Praise to him who made the light, + Praise to him who gave us sight, + Praise to him who formed the ear; + Will he not his children hear? + + Praise him for our happy hours, + Praise him for our varied powers, + For these thoughts that rise above, + For these hearts he made for love, + + For the voice he placed within, + Bearing witness when we sin; + Praise to him whose tender care + Keeps this watchful guardian there. + + Praise his mercy, that did send + Jesus for our guide and friend; + Praise him, every heart and voice, + Him who makes all worlds rejoice. + + +HYMN FOR A LITTLE BOY. + + "What, mother, makes it seem to me, + When I am all alone, + As if some one could hear and see, + And all my thoughts were known? + + "Sometimes it makes me very glad, + And dance and sing with joy; + Sometimes it makes me very sad, + And frights your little boy. + + "O, tell me, mother, tell me why; + For I have never known + Why 'tis I laugh, or why I cry, + When I am all alone." + + "My child, you never are alone; + There is a watchful eye + To which your very thoughts are known; + 'Tis God is ever nigh. + + "He made your little heart for joy, + He tunes your happy song; + O, then, my little timid boy, + Fear only doing wrong. + + "For he who makes your heart so glad, + Who bids the good be gay, + With the same love will make it sad, + Whene'er you disobey. + + "He is our Father, and he hears + Your weakest, faintest prayer; + He wipes away an infant's tears, + And children are his care." + + +"THE LORD IS MY STRENGTH." + + Almighty Father! I am weak, + But thou wilt strengthen me, + If from my heart I humbly seek + For help and light from thee. + + When I am tempted to do wrong, + Then, Father, pity me, + And make my failing virtue strong; + Help me to think of thee! + + Let Christian courage guard my youth; + That courage give to me + Which ever speaks and acts the truth, + And puts its trust in thee. + + +HYMN. + + Will God, who made the earth and sea, + The night, and shining day, + Regard a little child like me, + And listen when I pray? + + If I am hungry, poor, and cold, + Then will he hear my cry? + And when I shall be sick and old, + O, then will God be nigh? + + Yes; in his holy word we read + Of his unfailing love; + And when his mercy most we need, + His mercy he will prove. + + To those who seek him, he is near; + He looks upon the heart, + And from the humble and sincere + He never will depart. + + He sees our thoughts, our wishes knows, + He hears our faintest prayer; + Where'er the faithful Christian goes, + He finds his Father there. + + Obedient children need not fear; + God is a faithful friend, + And when no other help is near, + He will deliverance send. + + Then fear not hunger, cold, or pain, + But fear to disobey + That power which does your life sustain, + And guards you every day. + + +"THY WILL BE DONE." + + How sweet to be allowed to pray + To God, the Holy One, + With filial love and trust to say,-- + "Father, thy will be done!" + + We in these sacred words can find + A cure for every ill; + They calm and soothe the troubled mind, + And bid all care be still. + + O, let that will, which gave me breath + And an immortal soul, + In joy or grief, in life or death, + My every wish control! + + O, could my heart thus ever pray, + Thus imitate thy Son! + Teach me, O God, with truth to say,-- + "Thy will, not mine, be done!" + + +SABBATH DAY. + + How sweet upon this sacred day, + The best of all the seven, + To cast our earthly thoughts away, + And think of God and heaven! + + How sweet to be allowed to pray + Our sins may be forgiven; + With filial confidence to say, + "Father, who art in heaven"! + + With humble hope to bend the knee, + And, free from folly's leaven, + Confess that we have strayed from thee, + Thou righteous Judge in heaven! + + And if to make all sin depart + In vain the will has striven, + He who regards the inmost heart + Will send his grace from heaven. + + If from the bosom that is dear + By cold unkindness driven, + The heart that knows no refuge here + Shall find a friend in heaven. + + Then hail, thou sacred, blessed day, + The best of all the seven, + When hearts unite their vows to pay + Of gratitude to Heaven. + + +THE GOOD BOY'S HYMN ON GOING TO BED. + + How sweet to lay my weary head + Upon my quiet little bed, + And feel assured, that all day long + I have not knowingly done wrong! + + How sweet to hear my mother say, + "You have been very good to-day!" + How sweet to see my father's joy + When he can say, "My dear, good boy!" + + How sweet it is my thoughts to send + To many a dear-loved distant friend, + And feel, if they my heart could see, + How very happy they would be! + + How sweet to think that He whose love + Made all these shining worlds above + My pure and happy heart can see, + And loves a little boy like me. + +[Illustration] + + +GOD IS GOOD. + + Thou art good! Each perfumed flower, + Waving fields, the dark green wood, + The insect fluttering for an hour,-- + All things proclaim that God is good. + + I hear it in each breath of wind; + The hills that have for ages stood, + And clouds with gold and silver lined, + All still repeat that God is good. + + Each little rill, that many a year + Has the same verdant path pursued, + And every bird, in accents clear, + Joins in the song that God is good. + + The restless sea, with haughty roar, + Calms each wild wave and billow rude, + Retreats submissive from the shore, + And swells the chorus, "God is good." + + The countless hosts of twinkling stars, + That sing his praise with light renewed; + The rising sun each day declares, + In rays of glory, God is good. + + The moon, that walks in brightness, says, + That God is good! and man, endued + With power to speak his Maker's praise, + Should still repeat that God is good. + + +EVENING. + + How beautiful the setting sun! + The clouds how bright and gay! + The stars, appearing one by one, + How beautiful are they! + + And when the moon climbs up the sky, + And sheds her gentle light, + And hangs her crystal lamp on high, + How beautiful is night! + + And can it be I am possessed + Of something brighter far? + Glows there a light within this breast + Outshining every star? + + Yes; should the sun and stars turn pale, + The mountains melt away, + This flame within shall never fail, + But live in endless day. + + This is the soul that God has given,-- + Sin may its lustre dim; + While goodness bears it up to heaven, + And leads it back to him. + + +ROBINSON CRUSOE'S HYMN. + + My Heavenly Father! all I see, + Around me and above, + Sends forth a hymn of praise to thee, + And speaks thy boundless love. + + The clear blue sky is full of thee, + The woods so dark and lone; + The soft south-wind, the sounding sea, + Worship the Holy One. + + The humming of the insect throng, + The prattling, sparkling rill, + The birds, with their melodious song, + Repeat thy praises still. + + And thou dost hear them every one,-- + Father, thou hearest me; + I know that I am not alone, + When I but think of thee. + + +HYMN. + + It was my Heavenly Father's love + Brought every being forth; + He made the shining worlds above, + And every thing on earth. + + Each lovely flower, the smallest fly, + The sea, the waterfall, + The bright green fields, the clear blue sky,-- + 'Tis God that made them all. + + He gave me all my friends, and taught + My heart to love them well, + And he bestowed the power of thought, + And speech my thoughts to tell. + + My father and my mother dear,-- + He is their father too; + He bids me all their precepts hear, + And all they teach me, do. + + God sees and hears me all the day, + And 'mid the darkest night; + He views me when I disobey, + And when I act aright. + + He guards me with a parent's care, + When I am all alone; + My hymn of praise, my humble prayer, + He hears them every one. + + God hears what I am saying now,-- + O, what a wondrous thought! + My Heavenly Father, teach me how + To love thee as I ought. + + +ON PRAYER. + + As through the pathless fields of air + Wandered forth the timid dove, + So the heart, in humble prayer, + Essays to reach the throne of love. + + Like her it may return unblest, + Like her again may soar, + And still return and find no rest, + No peaceful, happy shore. + + But now once more she spreads her wings, + And takes a bolder flight, + And see! the olive-branch she brings, + To bless her master's sight. + + And thus the heart renews its strength, + Though spent and tempest-driven, + And higher soars, and brings at length + A pledge of peace with Heaven. + + +"THE SPIRIT GIVETH LIFE." + + What was in the viewless wind, + Wild rushing through the oak, + Seemed to my listening, dreaming mind + As though a spirit spoke? + + What is it to the murmuring stream + Doth give so sweet a song, + That on its tide my thoughts do seem + To pour themselves along? + + What is it on the dizzy height, + What in each glowing star, + That speaks of things beyond the sight, + And questions what they are? + + What in the rolling thunder's voice, + What in the ocean's roar, + Hears the grand chorus, "O, rejoice!" + Echo from shore to shore? + + What in the gentle moon doth see + Pure thoughts and tender love, + And hears delicious melody + Around, below, above? + + What bids the savage tempest speak + Of terror and dismay, + And wakes the agonizing shriek + Of guilt that fears to pray? + + It is this ever-living mind; + This little throb of life + Hears its own echoes in the wind, + And in the tempest's strife; + + To all that's sweet, and bright, and fair, + Its own affections gives; + Sees its own image everywhere, + Through all creation lives. + + It bids the everlasting hills + Give back the solemn tone; + This boundless arch of azure fills + With accents all its own. + + What is this life-inspiring mind, + This omnipresent thought? + How shall it ever utterance find + For all itself hath taught? + + To Him who breathed the heavenly flame, + Its mysteries are known; + It seeks the source from whence it came, + And rests in God alone. + + +WE NEVER PART FROM THEE. + + God, who dwellest everywhere + God, who makest all thy care, + God, who hearest every prayer, + Thou who see'st the heart; + + Thou to whom we lift our eyes. + Father, help our souls to rise, + And, beyond these narrow skies, + See thee as thou art! + + Let our anxious thoughts be still, + Holy trust adore thy will, + Holy love our bosoms fill, + Let our songs ascend! + Dearest friends may parted be, + All our earthly treasures flee, + Yet we never part from thee, + Our eternal Friend. + + +"I WILL ARISE AND GO TO MY FATHER." + + Help me, O God, to trust in thee, + Thou high and holy One! + And may my troubled spirit flee + For rest to thee alone. + + In thee alone the soul can find + Secure and sweet repose; + And thou canst bid the desert mind + To blossom as the rose. + + Let not this spirit, formed to rise + Where angels claim their birth, + Forsake its home beyond the skies, + And cling to barren earth. + + The bird of passage knows the sign + That warns him to depart; + Shall I not heed the voice divine, + That whispers in my heart,-- + + "Up! plume thy wings, soar far away! + No longer idly roam! + Fly to the realms of endless day; + For this is not thy home." + + This still, small voice, O, may I hear! + Ere clouds and darkness come, + And thunders in my startled ear + Proclaim my final doom. + + Father! to thee my spirit cries! + Thy wandering child reclaim. + Speak! and my dying faith shall rise, + And wake a deathless flame. + + +EVENING HYMN. + + Thou, from whom we never part, + Thou, whose love is everywhere, + Thou who seest every heart, + Listen to our evening prayer. + + Father! fill our souls with love, + Love unfailing, full, and free, + Love no injury can move, + Love that ever rests on thee. + + Heavenly Father! through the night + Keep us safe from every ill; + Cheerful as the morning light, + May we wake to do thy will. + + +AUTUMN. + + Sweet Summer, with her flowers, has past, + I hear her parting knell; + I hear the moaning, fitful blast, + Sighing a sad farewell. + + But, while she fades and dies away, + In rainbow hues she glows; + Like the last smile of parting day, + Still brightening as she goes. + + The robin whistles clear and shrill; + Sad is the cricket's song; + The wind, wild rushing o'er the hill, + Bears the dead leaf along. + + I love this sober, solemn time, + This twilight of the year; + To me, sweet Spring, in all her prime, + Was never half so dear. + + While death has set his changing seal + On all that meets the eye, + 'Tis rapture, then, within to feel + The soul that cannot die;-- + + To look far, far beyond this sky, + To Him who changes never. + This earth, these heavens, shall change and die; + God is the same for ever. + + +THE LORD'S DAY. + + This is the day when Jesus woke + From the deep slumbers of the tomb; + This is the day the Saviour broke + The bonds of fear and hopeless gloom. + + This is indeed a holy day; + No longer may we dread to die. + Let every fear be cast away, + And tears be wiped from every eye. + + Sorrow and pain the Saviour knew; + A dark and thorny path he trod; + But heaven was ever in his view,-- + That toilsome path led up to God. + + Let every heart rejoice and sing; + Let every sin and sorrow cease; + Let children come this day and bring + Their offering of love and peace. + + +THE MINISTRY OF PAIN. + + Cease, my complaining spirit, cease; + Know 'tis a Father's hand you feel; + It leads you to the realms of peace; + It kindly only wounds to heal. + + My Father! what a holy joy + Bursts on the sad, desponding mind, + To say, when fiercest ills annoy,-- + "I know my Father still is kind!" + + This bids each trembling fear be still, + Checks every murmur, every sigh; + Patience then waits his sovereign will, + Rejoiced to live,--resigned to die. + + O blessed ministry of pain! + To teach the soul its real worth; + To lead it to that source again, + From whence it first derived its birth. + + +"BY FAITH YE ARE SAVED." + + Christian! when, overwhelmed with grief and care, + Thou prayest for the help that thou dost need, + As shipwrecked mariner for life will plead, + O, then for faith pour forth the fervent prayer! + 'Tis faith alone life's heavy ills can bear. + O, mark her calm, far-seeing, quickening eye, + Full of the light of immortality! + It tells of worlds unseen, and calls us there; + That look of hers can save thee from despair. + + When sorrow, like thick darkness, gathers round, + And all life's flowers are fading in the dust, + Faith lifts our drooping vision from the ground,-- + Says, that the hand that smites us yet is just; + That human agony hath ever found + The mighty God a never-failing trust. + + +EVENING PRAYER. + + Great Source of being, + Father all-seeing! + We bow before thee; + Our souls adore thee; + Help us obey thee; + Guide us aright; + Keep us, we pray thee, + Through the long night. + + Thou kind, forgiving + God of all living, + Thy power defend us, + Thy peace attend us, + While we are closing + This day in prayer, + Ever reposing + Under thy care. + + +EVENING HYMN. + + Before I close my eyes to-night, + Let me myself these questions ask:-- + Have I endeavoured to do right, + Nor thought my duty was a task? + + Have I been gentle, lowly, meek, + And the small voice of conscience heard? + When passion tempted me to speak, + Have I repressed the angry word? + + Have I with cheerful zeal obeyed + What my kind parents bid me do, + And not by word or action said + The thing that was not strictly true? + + In hard temptation's troubled hour, + Then have I stopped to think and pray, + That God would give my soul the power + To chase the sinful thought away? + + O Thou who seest all my heart, + Wilt thou forgive and love me still! + Wilt thou to me new strength impart, + And make me love to do thy will! + + +LINES WRITTEN AT MIDNIGHT. + +TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF A.G. EBERHARD. + + The sun in smiles doth dress his face, + As evening comes to take his place; + So looks the parting loved-one, when + He means to quickly come again. + + With moon and stars all sparkling bright, + Advances now the silent night; + And with the calm and gentle moon, + Sweet peace doth quietly come on. + + Who at the moon and stars can gaze + Without a gush of love and praise? + And now it is the midnight hour, + And sleep asserts her soothing power. + + But see, the flickering light is gone, + That from my neighbour's window shone; + His simple household prayer is said, + He rests from toil, on his hard bed. + + Yet still the watchman wakes, and still + Faithful till morning watch he will; + But vain, O watchman! is thy care, + If God, the Guardian, be not there. + + By my dull lamp, whose light's near gone, + In my small room I sit alone, + And, thinking o'er past joys and pain, + A sweet contentment doth remain. + + He's still my trust; he, the true Shepherd, never + Will forsake his sheep,--he watcheth ever; + The mother may forget her child, but yet + Thus saith the Lord,--"Thee I will not forget." + + I rest in peace, I trust in Thee; + Thy faithful eye still watcheth me; + For He who ever wakes and lives + To loving hearts no night e'er gives. + + +"HOPE IN GOD." + +TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF S.A. MAHLMAN. + + Hope, my heart, in patience hope,-- + Thou at last thy flowers shalt gather; + God is full of tender love,-- + Childlike speak thou to thy Father. + From believing, trusting hearts, + The God of mercy ne'er departs. + + Clouds may come, and clouds may go, + Rest upon his goodness always; + To those joyful, sunny heights + Lead these rough and gloomy pathways; + Wakes for aye his Eye of Light,-- + Tremble not in storm and night. + + Anchored on the Eternal Rock, + To the heart of God fast clinging, + Tell him all thy deepest woes, + Before him all thy sorrows bringing; + He is kind, and comfort gives + To every sorrowing heart that lives. + + Let true faith strong courage give; + Strength the Helper now is sending; + Soon thou'lt understand His ways, + Soon thou'lt find thy sorrows ending. + God! who life and goodness art! + In patience hope in Him, my heart. + + +FAILURE AND SUCCESS. + + It is in failure, in distress, + When, reft of all, it stands alone, + And not in what men call success, + The noble, valiant soul is known. + + He who perfection makes his aim + Shoots at a mark he may not reach; + The world may laugh, the world may blame. + And what it calls _discretion_ preach. + + And he will fail to win the goal + Which low ambition makes its own; + But, far beyond, his earnest soul + Stands in the light, though all alone. + + It was through insult, pain, and loss + That Jesus won immortal power; + Thus the great failure of the cross + Was his triumphant, glorious hour. + + Think not of failure or success; + He fails who has a low desire. + Up to the highest ever press, + Still onward, upward, higher! higher! + + Make such thy purpose, such thy aim, + That they who watch thy spirit's flight + Shall look to heaven from whence it came, + And loose thee in celestial light. + + + + +SONGS. + + +THE LITTLE SPRING. + + Beneath a green and mossy bank + There flows a clear and fairy stream; + There the pert squirrel oft has drank, + And thought, perhaps, 'twas made for him. + + Their pitchers there the laborers fill, + As drop by drop the crystals flow, + Singing their silvery welcome still + To all who to the fountain go. + + Then to the river on it glides, + Its tributary drop to bear, + Its modest head a moment hides, + Then rises up and sparkles there. + + The touching lesson on my heart + Falls like the gentle dews of heaven, + Bids me with humble love impart + The little treasure God has given. + + For from a source as small as this + Full many a cup of joy may flow, + And on the stream of human bliss + Its little ray of gladness throw. + + +THE LITTLE BOY'S MAY-DAY SONG. + + "The flowers are blooming everywhere, + On every hill and dell, + And O, how beautiful they are! + How sweetly, too, they smell! + + "The little brooks, they dance along, + And look so glad and gay; + I love to hear their pleasant song, + I feel as glad as they. + + "The young lambs bleat and frisk about, + The bees hum round their hive, + The butterflies are coming out,-- + 'Tis good to be alive. + + "The trees that looked so stiff and gray + With green wreaths now are hung; + O mother! let me laugh and play, + I cannot hold my tongue. + + "See yonder bird spread out his wings, + And mount the clear blue skies; + And hark! how merrily he sings, + As far away he flies." + + "Go forth, my child, and laugh and play, + And let your cheerful voice, + With birds, and brooks, and merry May, + Cry loud, Rejoice! rejoice! + + "I would not check your bounding mirth, + My little happy boy, + For He who made this blooming earth + Smiles on an infant's joy." + + +GUESS WHAT I HAVE HEARD. + + Dear mother, guess what I have heard! + O, it will soon be spring! + I'm sure it was a little bird,-- + Mother, I heard him sing. + + Look at this little piece of green + That peeps out from the snow, + As if it wanted to be seen,-- + 'Twill soon be spring, I know. + + And O, come here, come here and look! + How fast it runs along!-- + Here is a cunning little brook; + O, hear its pretty song! + + I know 'tis glad the winter's gone + That kept it all so still, + For now it merrily runs on, + And goes just where it will. + + I feel just like the brook, I know; + It says, it seems to me,-- + "Good by, cold weather, ice, and snow; + Now girls and brooks are free." + + I love to think of what you said, + Mother, to me last night, + Of this great world that God has made, + So beautiful and bright. + + And now it is the happy spring + No naughty thing I'll do; + I would not be the only thing + That is not happy, too. + + +SPRING. + + Hark! the little birds are singing,-- + Winter's gone and summer's near; + See, the tender grass is springing, + And the flowers will soon be here. + + Who made the winter and the spring? + Who painted all the flowers? + Who taught the little birds to sing, + And made these hearts of ours? + + O, 'tis God! how good he is! + He does every blessing give; + All this happy world is his,-- + Let us love him while we live. + + +THE LITTLE BOY'S GOOD-NIGHT. + + The sun is hidden from our sight, + The birds are sleeping sound; + 'Tis time to say to all, "Good night!" + And give a kiss all round. + + Good night! my father, mother, dear, + Now kiss your little son; + Good night! my friends, both far and near, + Good night to every one. + + Good night! ye merry, merry birds, + Sleep well till morning light; + Perhaps if you could sing in words, + You would have said, "Good night!" + + To all my pretty flowers, good night! + You blossom while I sleep; + And all the stars, that shine so bright, + With you their watches keep. + + The moon is lighting up the skies, + The stars are sparkling there; + 'Tis time to shut our weary eyes, + And say our evening prayer. + + +THE SHEPHERD'S SABBATH-SONG. + +TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND. + + This is the Sabbath day! + In the wide field I am alone. + Hark! now one morning bell's sweet tone,-- + Now it has died away. + + Kneeling I worship Thee; + Sweet dread doth o'er my spirit steal, + From whispering sounds of those who kneel, + Unseen, to pray with me. + + Around and far away, + So clear and solemn is the sky, + It seems all opening to my eye; + This is the Sabbath day! + + +TO SPRING. + + Hail! reviving, joyous Spring, + Smiling through thy veil of showers; + Birds and brooks thy welcome sing,-- + Haste, and waken all thy flowers. + + Hark! a sweet pervading sound! + From the breathing, moving earth + Life is starting all around, + Sending joy and fragrance forth. + + O'er the oak's gigantic form + Blossoms hang their drapery; + Branches that defied the storm + Now are full of melody. + + There is not a silent thing + In this joyous company; + Woods, and hills, and valleys ring + With a shout of jubilee. + + Wake, my spirit! art thou still? + Senseless things have found a voice; + Shall this throbbing heart be still, + When all nature cries, "Rejoice"? + + Wake, come forth, my bounding soul! + Join the universal glee, + Yield to nature's kind control, + Catch her heavenly harmony. + + Join the grateful, happy throng, + Cast each selfish care away; + Birds and brooks shall tune your song; + This is nature's holiday. + + +HER VOYAGE IS AT AN END. + + Hushed was the ocean's stormy roar, + Still as an infant's joy; + There sat upon the rocky shore + A father and his boy. + + Far off they saw a gallant ship, + It came from foreign lands; + The boy began to dance and skip, + And clap his little hands. + + Her wished-for port is near at hand, + The ship is hastening on; + They hear the birds sing on the land; + Her voyage is nearly done. + + The boy's glad notes, his shouts of glee, + The rocks with music fill; + But now he cries,--"See, father, see! + The ship is standing still." + + Her masts are trembling from the shock. + Her white sails all descend; + The ship has struck upon a rock,-- + Her voyage is at an end. + + The sailors hurry to and fro, + All crowded is the deck; + She struggles hard,--she's free;--O, no! + She is indeed a wreck. + + The boy's young heart is full of grief: + "Father! what will she do? + Let's take the boat to her relief, + O, quickly let us go!" + + They went,--and many a stronger hand + Its ready succour gave; + They brought the crew all safe to land, + And the cargo tried to save. + + The night comes on, the night is dark, + More dark the billows seem; + They break against the ship, and hark! + The seamew's mournful scream. + + The boy upon his pillow lies, + In sweet repose he sinks; + And, as he shuts his weary eyes, + On the poor ship he thinks. + + The sun shines o'er the watery main + As it did the day before; + The father and his son again + Are seated on the shore. + + With the western wind full many a boat + Their white sails gayly fill, + They lightly o'er the blue waves float,-- + But the gallant ship is still. + + The sailors now the mournful wreck + Of masts and rigging strip; + The waves are playing o'er the deck + Of the sad and ruined ship. + + A crow upon the top branch stood + Of a lone and blasted tree; + He seemed to look upon the flood + With a gloomy sympathy. + + The boy now looks up at the bird, + At the sinking vessel now; + He does not speak a single word. + But a shade is on his brow. + + Now slowly comes a towering wave, + And sweeps with triumph on; + It bears her to her watery grave,-- + The gallant ship is gone. + + Hushed is the ocean's stormy roar, + Still as an infant's joy; + The father sits upon the shore + In silence with his boy. + +_Cohasset Shore, July, 1831._ + + +CHARLEY AND HIS FATHER. + +A BALLAD. + + The birds are flown away, + The flowers are dead and gone, + The clouds look cold and gray + Around the setting sun. + + The trees with solemn sighs + Their naked branches swing; + The winter winds arise, + And mournfully they sing. + + Upon his father's knee + Was Charley's happy place, + And very thoughtfully + He looked up in his face; + + And these his simple words:-- + "Father, how cold it blows! + What 'comes of all the birds + Amidst the storms and snows?" + + "They fly far, far away + From storms, and snows, and rain; + But, Charley dear, next May + They'll all come back again." + + "And will my flowers come, too?" + The little fellow said, + "And all be bright and new, + That now looks cold and dead?" + + "O, yes, dear; in the spring + The flowers will all revive, + The birds return and sing, + And all be made alive." + + "Who shows the birds the way, + Father, that they must go? + And brings them back in May, + When there is no more snow? + + "And when no flower is seen + Upon the hill and plain, + Who'll make it all so green, + And bring the flowers again?" + + "My son, there is a Power + That none of us can see + Takes care of every flower, + Gives life to every tree. + + "He through the pathless air + Shows little birds their way; + And we, too, are his care,-- + He guards us day by day." + + "Father, when people die, + Will they come back in May?" + Tears were in Charley's eye,-- + "Will they, dear father, say?" + + "No! they will never come; + We go to them, my boy, + There, in our heavenly home, + To meet in endless joy." + + Upon his father's knee + Still Charley kept his place, + And very thoughtfully + He looked up in his face. + + +REMEMBER THE SLAVE. + + Mother! whene'er around your child + You clasp your arms in love, + And when, with grateful joy, you raise + Your eyes to God above, + + Think of the negro mother, when + Her child is torn away, + Sold for a little slave,--O, then + For that poor mother pray! + + Father! whene'er your happy boys + You look upon with pride, + And pray to see them when you're old, + All blooming by your side, + + Think of that father's withered heart, + The father of a slave, + Who asks a pitying God to give + His little son a grave. + + Brothers and sisters! who with joy + Meet round the social hearth, + And talk of home and happy days, + And laugh in careless mirth, + + Remember, too, the poor young slave, + Who never felt your joy, + Who, early old, has never known + The bliss to be a boy. + + Ye Christians! ministers of Him + Who came to make men free, + When, at the Almighty Maker's throne, + You bend the suppliant knee, + + From the deep fountains of your soul + Then let your prayers ascend + For the poor slave, who hardly knows + That God is still his friend. + + Let all who know that God is just, + That Jesus came to save, + Unite in the most holy cause + Of the forsaken slave. + + +HOME-SICKNESS. + +TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN. + + Were I a wild, wild falcon, + I'd soar away on high, + And seek my father's dwelling, + Beyond the far blue sky. + + Against that well-known door then + I'd flap my wings with joy; + My mother from the window + Sees and admits her boy. + + "Dear son!" she'd say; "O, welcome! + How often has my heart + Longed sadly to embrace thee; + Now here behold thou art!" + + Thus memory still is dreaming + Of what can never be. + My long-lost home,--the loved ones,-- + These eyes may never see. + + +HAPPINESS. + + What is it makes the morning bright? + What gilds the evening hours? + What makes our hearts seem gay and light, + As if we trod on flowers? + + 'Tis innocence that makes us gay, + Bids flowers grow everywhere; + Makes it bright sunshine every day. + And every evening fair. + + What makes us, when we look above, + See smiling angels there, + And think they look on us in love, + As if we were their care? + 'Tis that the soul, all free from sin, + Glows like an inward sun; + And heaven above and heaven within + Do meet and join in one. + + +CHILDREN IN SLAVERY. + + When children play the livelong day, + Like birds and butterflies, + As free and gay sport life away, + And know not care nor sighs; + + Then earth and air seem fresh and fair, + All peace below, above; + Life's flowers are there, and everywhere + Is innocence and love. + + When children pray with fear all day, + A blight must be at hand; + Then joys decay, and birds of prey + Are hovering o'er the land. + When young hearts weep as they go to sleep, + Then all the world seems sad; + The flesh must creep, and woes are deep, + When children are not glad. + + +TO GOOD RESOLUTIONS. + + How like the morning flower ye are! + Which lifts its diamond head, + Exulting in the mead; + But the rude wind shall steal its gem, + Shall break its tender stem, + And leave it dead. + + Frail pledges of the contrite heart, + Wherefore so soon decay? + O, yet prolong your stay! + Until my soul shall boldly rise, + And claim its native skies, + Haste not away. + + +THANKS FOR A PLEASANT DAY. + + Come, let us all, with heart and voice, + To God our Father sing and pray; + In his unceasing love rejoice, + And thank him for this pleasant day. + + The clear blue sky looks full of love; + Let all our selfish passions cease! + O, let us lift our thoughts above, + Where all is brightness, goodness, peace. + + If we have done a brother wrong, + O, let us seek to be forgiven; + Nor let one discord spoil the song + Our hearts would raise this day to heaven. + + This blessed day, when the pure air + Is full of sweetness, full of joy,-- + When all around is calm and fair,-- + Shall we the harmony destroy? + + O, may it be our earnest care + To free our souls from every sin; + Then will each day be bright and fair, + For God's pure sunshine dwells within. + + +TO A BUTTERFLY. + + [Those who are acquainted with this little poem, translated + from Herder, will perceive that a slight liberty has been + taken with the last two lines.] + + Airy, lovely, heavenly thing! + Butterfly with quivering wing! + Hovering in thy transient hour + Over every bush and flower, + Feasting upon flowers and dew, + Thyself a brilliant blossom, too! + + Who, with skilful fingers fine, + Purpled o'er those wings of thine? + Was it some sylph whose tender care + Spangled thy robes so fine and fair, + And wove them of the morning air? + I feel thy little throbbing heart; + Thou fear'st e'en now death's bitter smart. + + Fly, little spirit, fly away! + Be free and joyful thy short day! + Image thou dost seem to me + Of that which I may one day be, + When I shall drop this robe of earth, + And wake into a spirit's birth. + + +TO NATURE. + +FROM THE GERMAN OF FREDERICK LEOPOLD, COUNT OF STALBERG. + + Holy nature! fresh and free, + Let me ever follow thee; + By the hand, O, lead me still, + Like a child, at thy sweet will. + + When with weariness oppressed, + I will on thy bosom rest, + Breathe in pleasure from above, + In thy mother-arms of love. + + O, how well it is for me + Thee to love, with thee to be! + Holy nature! sweet and free, + Let me ever follow thee. + + +ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG COMPANION. + + Farewell for a time! + Thou hast gone to that clime + Where sickness and sorrow are o'er. + We loved thee when here, + We shed the sad tear + To think we shall see thee no more. + + We weep not for thee, + We remember that He + Who made little children his care + In his own fatherland + Will reach you his hand, + And comfort and welcome you there. + + Our tears they will flow; + But do we not know + That thou art released from all pain? + Then weep not; for He + Who walked on the sea + Has said we shall all live again. + + +THE SABBATH IS HERE. + +FROM KRUMACHER. + + The Sabbath is here, it is sent us from heaven; + Rest, rest, toilsome life, + Be silent all strife, + Let us stop on our way, + And give thanks and pray + To Him who all things has given. + + The Sabbath is here, to the fields let us go; + How fresh and how fair! + In the still morning air, + The bright golden grain + Waves over the plain; + It is God who doth all this bestow. + + The Sabbath is here; on this blessed morn + No tired ox moans, + No creaking wheel groans, + At rest is the plough; + No noise is heard now, + Save the sound of the rustling corn. + + The Sabbath is here; our seed we have sown + In hope and in faith; + The Father he saith + Amen! Be it so! + Behold the corn grow! + Rejoicing his goodness we'll own. + + The Sabbath is here; His love we will sing + Who sendeth the rain + Upon the young grain. + And soon all around + The sickle will sound. + And home the bright sheaves we will bring. + + The Sabbath is here; in hope and in love + We sow in the dust, + While humbly we trust + Up yonder shall grow + The seed which we sow, + And bloom a bright garland above. + + +THE CHILD AT HER MOTHER'S GRAVE. + +TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN. + + In that little room of thine, + Sweet sleep has come to thee; + Ah, mother! dearest mother mine! + O, call me to that room of thine! + O, shut it not from me! + + I would so gladly be with thee, + And be thy child again; + 'Tis cold and stormy here with me, + 'Tis warm, and, O, so still with thee! + Ah! let me, let me in! + + Thou took'st me gladly once with thee, + So gladly held my hand; + O, see, thou hast forsaken me! + Take me this time again with thee + Into the heavenly land. + + +CHILD'S SONG. + +TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN. + + When at night I go to sleep, + Fourteen angels are at hand;-- + Two on my right their watches keep; + Two on my left to bless me stand; + Two hover gently o'er my head; + Two guard the foot of my small bed; + Two wake me with the sun's first ray; + Two dress me nicely every day; + Two guide me on the heavenly road, + That leads to paradise and God. + + +TO A FOUNTAIN. + +FROM THE GERMAN OF RAMLER. + + Lo! this fount is flowing ever; + But the fountain prattles never. + Traveller! at this fountain stay; + Learn of it, with pure endeavour, + Good to do, and nothing say. + + +SONG FOR AN INFANT SCHOOL. + + Children go + To and fro, + In a merry, pretty row, + Footsteps light, + Faces bright; + 'Tis a happy sight. + Swiftly turning round and round, + Do not look upon the ground. + Follow me, + Full of glee, + Singing merrily. + + Birds are free, + So are we; + And we live as happily. + Work we do, + Study too, + For we learn "twice two"; + Then we laugh, and dance, and sing, + Gay as birds or any thing. + Follow me, + Full of glee, + Singing merrily. + + Work is done, + Play's begun; + Now we have our laugh and fun. + Happy days, + Pretty plays, + And no naughty ways. + Holding fast each other's hand, + We're a little happy band; + Follow me, + Full of glee, + Singing merrily. + + +THE SUMMER. + +A FREE TRANSLATION OF A GERMAN POPULAR SONG. + + Go forth, my heart, and seek the bliss + Of such a summer day as this, + Bestowed on all by Heaven; + The beauties of the garden see, + Behold! it is for thee and me + Its glories all are given. + + The trees with whispering leaves are dressed, + The earth upon her dusky breast + Her robe of green is wearing; + The flowers are blooming far and wide,-- + Not Solomon in all his pride + With them would bear comparing. + + The dove from out her nest doth fly; + Far upward in the clear blue sky + The lark her way is winging; + Hark to the lovely nightingale! + With her sweet song each hill and dale, + And woods and rocks, are ringing. + + The hen brings out her little brood, + The swallow finds her young ones food, + The stork her house is keeping. + The bounding stag, the timid roe, + Are full of joy, and to and fro, + Through the high grass, are leaping. + + The brook is tinkling as it goes, + And with the myrtle and the rose + Its shady banks adorning; + While, from the flowery mead near by, + The sheep and shepherd's joyful cry + Salutes the early morning. + + The never idle troops of bees + Fly here and there, and where they please + Their honey food are quaffing; + The sap is running up the vine, + Round the old elm its tendrils twine, + And in the sun are laughing. + + And can I, may I, silent be? + When all God's glorious works I see + My soul desires to know him. + When all are singing I must sing, + And to the Highest I must bring + The tribute which I owe him. + + Are all things here so bright and fair, + And has he with a loving care + My happy being given? + What, in the glorious world above, + Where all is beauty, all is love,-- + What shall I be in heaven? + + O, were I there! O, stood I now + In that great Presence! there to bow + In grateful love before him, + Then would I with the angels raise + One never-ending song of praise, + And worship and adore him! + + +TO A BEAUTIFUL GIRL. + + Sweet flower! so young, so fresh, so fair, + Bright pleasure sparkling in thine eye, + Alas! e'en thee time will not spare, + And thou must die. + + The heart with youthful hope so gay, + That scarcely ever breathed a sigh, + Must weep o'er pleasures fled away, + For all must die. + + But though the rosy cheek may fade, + The virtuous wish, the purpose high, + The bloom with which the soul's arrayed, + Shall never die. + + +THE LITTLE SLAVE'S WISH. + + I wish I was that little bird + Up in the bright blue sky, + That sings and flies just where he will, + And no one asks him why. + + I wish I was that little brook + That runs so swift along, + Through pretty flowers, and shining stones, + Singing a merry song. + + I wish I was a butterfly, + Without a fear or care, + Spreading my many-colored wings, + Like a flower in the air. + + I wish I was that wild, wild deer, + That I saw the other day, + Who through the dark green forest flew, + Like an arrow far away. + + I wish I was that little cloud + By the gentle south-wind driven, + Floating along so calm and bright + Up to the gates of heaven. + + I'd rather be a savage beast, + And dwell in a gloomy cave, + And shake the forest when I roared, + Than what I am,--a slave. + + My mother calls me her good boy, + My father calls me brave; + What wicked action have I done + That I should be a slave? + + They tell me God is very good. + That his right arm can save; + O, is it, can it, be his will + That I should be a slave? + + O, how much better 'tis to die, + And lie down in the grave, + Than 'tis to be what I am now,-- + A little negro slave! + +[Illustration] + + + + +FABLES. + + +THE HONEST BIRD. + + Once on a time, a little bird + Within a wicker cage was heard, + In mournful tones, these words to sing:-- + "In vain I stretch my useless wing; + Still round and round I vainly fly, + And strive in vain for liberty. + Dear liberty, how sweet thou art!" + The prisoner sings, with breaking heart:-- + "All other things I'd give for thee, + Nor ask one joy but liberty." + + He sang so sweet, a little mouse, + Who often ran about the house, + Came to his cage; her cunning ear + She turned, the mournful bird to hear. + Soon as he ceased,--"Suppose," said she, + "I could contrive to set you free; + Would you those pretty wings give me?" + + The cage was in the window-seat, + The sky was blue, the air was sweet. + The bird with eagerness replied,-- + "O, yes! my wings, and see, beside, + These seeds and apples, sugar, too, + All, pretty mouse, I'll give to you, + If you will only set me free; + For, O, I pant for liberty!" + + The mouse soon gnawed a hole; the bird, + In ecstasy, forgot his word; + Swift as an arrow, see, he flies, + Far up, far up, towards the skies; + But see, he stops, now he descends, + Towards the cage his course he bends. + "Kind mouse," said he, "behold me now + Returned to keep my foolish vow; + I only longed for freedom then, + Nor thought to want my wings again. + Better with life itself to part, + Than, living, have a faithless heart; + Do with me, therefore, as you will, + An honest bird I will be still." + + His heart seemed full, no more he said, + He drooped his wings and hung his head. + The mouse, though very pert and smart, + Had yet a very tender heart; + She minced a little, twirled about, + Then thus her sentiments threw out:-- + "I don't care much about your wings,-- + Apples and cakes are better things; + You love the clouds, I choose the house; + Wings would look queer upon a mouse. + My nice long tail is better far, + So keep your wings just where they are." + + She munched some apple, gave a smack, + And ran into her little crack. + The bird spread out his wings and flew, + And vanished in the sky's deep blue; + Far up his joyful song he poured, + And sang of freedom as he soared. + + +SOLILOQUY + +OF ELLEN'S SQUIRREL, ON RECEIVING HIS LIBERTY;--OVERHEARD BY A LOVER +OF NATURE AND A FRIEND OF ELLEN. + + Was that the music of the wind, + That whispered in my trembling ear? + And can I, free and unconfined, + Taste of the joys that still are dear? + + And can I skip from tree to tree, + And fly along the flowery plain, + Light as the wind, as fleet, as free, + And make my winter's nest again? + + O, yes! my joyful, trembling heart, + The song you heard from yonder tree, + Which made awakening memory start, + Was the sweet sound of Liberty! + + Dear Ellen, many thanks I owe + For tenderest care bestowed on me; + But most my gratitude will flow + For your best gift,--sweet Liberty! + + Oft in your gayest, happiest hour, + When all your youthful heart beats high, + And, hastening on from flower to flower, + You taste the sweets of Liberty, + + The thought that you have set me free, + That I can skip and dance like you, + To your kind, tender heart shall be + As pure a joy as e'er you knew. + + Scarce can my wakening sense believe + The sounds I hear, the sights I see; + Dear Ellen, once again receive + Your Squirrel's thanks for Liberty. + + +THE PIN, NEEDLE, AND SCISSORS. + + 'Tis true, although 'tis sad to say, + Disputes are rising every day. + You'd think, if no one did deny it, + A little work-box might be quiet; + But 'tis not so, for I did hear, + Or else I dreamed it, 'tis so queer, + A Pin and Needle in the cushion + Maintain the following discussion. + + The Needle, "extra fine gold-eyed," + Was very sharp and full of pride, + And thus, methought, she did begin:-- + You clumsy, thick, short, ugly Pin, + I wish you were not quite so near; + How could my mistress stick me here? + She should have put me in my place, + With my bright sisters in the case." + + "Would you were there!" the Pin replied; + "I do not want you by my side. + I'm rather short and thick, 'tis true; + Who'd be so long and thin as you? + I've got a head, though, of my own, + That you had better let alone." + + "You make me laugh," the Needle cried; + "That you've a head can't be denied; + For _you_ a very proper head, + Without an eye, and full of lead." + + "You are so cross, and sharp, and thin," + Replied the poor insulted Pin, + "I hardly dare a word to say, + And wish indeed you were away; + That golden eye in your poor head + Was only made to hold a thread; + All your fine airs are foolish fudge, + For you are nothing but a drudge; + But I, in spite of your abuse, + Am made for pleasure and for use. + I fasten the bouquet and sash, + And help the ladies make a dash; + I go abroad and gayly roam, + While you are rusting here at home." + + "Stop," cried the Needle, "you're too much, + You've brass enough to beat the Dutch; + Do I not make the ladies' clothes, + Ere I retire to my repose? + Then who, forsooth, the glory wins? + Alas! 'tis finery and pins. + This is the world's unjust decree, + But what is this vain world to me? + I'd rather live with my own kin, + Than dance about like you, vain Pin. + I'm taken care of every day; + You're used awhile, then thrown away, + Or else you get all bent up double, + And a snug crack for all your trouble." + + "True," said the Pin, "I am abused, + And sometimes very roughly used; + I often get an ugly crook, + Or fall into a dirty nook; + But there I lie, and never mind it; + Who wants a pin is sure to find it; + In time I am picked up, and then + I lead a merry life again. + You fuss so at a fall or hurt, + And, if you get a little dirt, + You keep up such an odious creaking, + That where you are there is no speaking; + And then your lackey Emery's called, + And he, poor thing, is pricked and mauled, + Until your daintiness--O, shocking!-- + Is fit for what? to mend a stocking!" + + The Needle now began to speak,-- + They might have quarrelled for a week,-- + But here the Scissors interposed. + And thus the warm debate was closed:-- + "You angry Needle! foolish Pin! + How did this nonsense first begin? + You should have both been better taught; + But I will cut the matter short. + You both are wrong, and both are right, + And both are very impolite. + E'en in a work-box 'twill not do + To talk of every thing that's true. + All personal remarks avoid, + For every one will be annoyed + At hearing disagreeable truth; + Besides, it shows you quite uncouth, + And sadly wanting in good taste. + But what advantages you waste! + Think, Pins and Needles, while you may, + How much you hear in one short day; + No servants wait on lordly man + Can hear one half of what you can. + 'Tis not worth while to mince the matter; + Nor men nor boys like girls can chatter; + All now are learning, forward moving, + E'en Pins and Needles are improving; + And in this glorious, busy day + All have some useful part to play. + Go forth, ye Pins, and bring home news! + Ye Needles in your cases muse! + And take me for your kind adviser, + And only think of growing wiser; + Then, when you meet again, no doubt, + Something you'll have to talk about, + And need not get into a passion, + And quarrel in this vulgar fashion. + Less of yourselves you'll think, and more + Of others, than you did before. + You'll learn, that in their own right sphere + All things with dignity appear. + And have, when in their proper place, + Peculiar use and native grace." + + Methought the polished Scissors blushed + To have said so much, and all was hushed. + + +LEARNED FRED. + +FROM THE GERMAN. + + One short six months had scarcely gone, + When, full of all he'd learned, + Young Frederick, that hopeful son, + From college home returned. + + To his paternal roof restored, + It was not long before + The learned man at table poured + The treasures of his lore. + + "Now," said the youngster, "father dear, + You doubtless think you see + Two roasted fowls before us here; + But I say there are three. + + "_Atqui_ these roasted fowls are two, + And one in two must be; + _Ergo_,--or logic is not true,-- + These roasted fowls are three." + + "God bless your studies!" quoth papa; + "'Tis just as you have said; + _This_ is for me, _that_ for mamma, + The third for learned Fred." + + +LITTLE ROLAND. + +TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND. + + Lady Bertha sat in the rocky cleft, + Her bitter woes to weep; + Little Roland played in the free fresh air; + His sorrows were not deep. + + "My royal brother, O King Charles, + Why did I fly from thee? + Splendor and rank I left for love; + Now thou art wroth with me. + + "O Milon, Milon, husband dear! + Beneath the waves art thou; + For love I have forsaken all, + Yet love forsakes me now. + + "O Roland! thou, my dearest boy, + Now fame and love to me; + Come quickly, little Roland, come! + My hope rests all on thee. + + "Go to the city, Roland, go! + To beg us meat and bread; + And whoso gives the smallest gift, + Ask blessings on his head." + + Now great King Charles at table sat, + In the golden hall of state; + With dish and cup the servants ran, + On the noble guests to wait. + + Flute, harp, and minstrelsy now tune + All hearts to joyful mood; + The cheerful music does not reach + To Bertha's solitude. + + Before the hall in the court-yard sat + Of beggars a motley throng; + The meat and drink was more to them + Than flute, and harp, and song. + + The king looked out, through the open door, + Upon the beggar throng; + Through the crowd he saw a noble boy, + Pushing his way along. + + Strange was the little fellow's dress, + Of divers colors all; + But with the beggars he would not stay,-- + He looked up at the hall. + + Within the hall little Roland treads, + As though it were his own; + He takes a dish from the royal board + In silence, and is gone. + + The king he thinks,--"What do I see? + This is a curious way"; + But, as he quietly submits, + The rest do nothing say. + + In a little while again he comes, + To the king he marches up, + And little Roland boldly takes + The royal golden cup. + + "Halloo! stop there! thou saucy wight!" + King Charles's voice did ring; + Little Roland kept the golden cup, + And looked up at the king. + + The king at first looked angrily; + But very soon he smiled:-- + "You tread here in our golden hall, + As in the green woods wild. + + "From the royal table you take a dish, + As they take an apple from a tree; + As with the waters of the brook, + With my red wine you make free." + + "The peasant drinks from the running brook, + On apples she may dine; + My mother must have fish and game, + For her is the foaming wine." + + "Is thy mother such a noble dame + As thou, my boy, dost boast, + Then surely has she a castle fair, + And of vassals a stately host. + + "Tell me, who may her sewer be? + And who cupbearer, too?" + "My own right hand her sewer is; + My left, cupbearer true." + + "Tell on; who are her faithful guards?" + "My two blue eyes alway." + "Tell on; who is her minstrel free?" + "My rosy mouth, I say." + + "Brave servants has the dame, indeed; + But does strange livery choose,-- + Made up of colors manifold, + Shining with rainbow hues." + + "From each quarter of the city, + With eight boys I have fought; + Four sorts of cloth to the conqueror, + As tribute, they have brought." + + "The best of servants, to my mind, + The dame's must surely be; + She is, I wot, the beggar's queen, + Who keeps a table free. + + "The noble lady should not far + From my royal palace be; + Arise, three ladies, and three lords, + And bring her in to me." + + Little Roland, holding fast the cup, + From the splendid hall he hies; + To follow him, at the king's command, + Three lords, three ladies, rise. + + And after now a little while, + The king sees, far away, + The noble ladies and the knights + Return without delay. + + The king he cries out suddenly,-- + "Help, Heaven! see I aright? + 'Tis my own blood, in open hall, + I have treated with cruel slight. + + "Help, Heaven! in pilgrim dress I see + My sister Bertha stand; + So pale in my gay palace here, + A beggar's staff in her hand!" + + Lady Bertha sinks down at his feet, + Pale image of despair; + His wrath returns, and he looks on her + With a stern and angry air. + + Lady Bertha quick cast down her eyes, + No word to speak she tried; + Little Roland raised his clear blue eyes,-- + "My uncle!" loud he cried. + + "Rise up, my sister Bertha, rise!" + The king said tenderly; + "For the sake of this dear son of thine, + Thou shalt forgiven be." + + Lady Bertha rose up joyfully:-- + "Dear brother! thanks to thee; + Little Roland shall requite the boon + Thou hast bestowed on me. + + "He of the glory of his king + Shall be an image fair; + The colors of many a foreign realm + His banner and shield shall bear. + + "The cup from many a royal board + He shall seize with his free right hand, + And safety and fresh glory bring + To his sighing mother-land." + + +BILLY RABBIT TO MARY. + + [Billy Rabbit was a little rabbit which a boy caught in the + woods, and gave to a little girl of the name of Mary. She + was very attentive to the little prisoner, gave him an + abundance of good things to eat, and tried her best to make + him happy; but all in vain. After many attempts, he at last + succeeded in making his escape, and instantly disappeared in + the woods. In the course of the day, the following letter, + sealed with a sharp thorn, was received by his friend Mary.] + + Artichoke Woods. + + You thought, my dear Mary, you had Billy fast, + But I tried very hard, and escaped you at last; + The chance was so tempting, I thought I would _nab_ it,-- + It was not very naughty, I'm sure, in a rabbit. + O, let not your kind heart be angry with me; + But think what a joy it is to be free, + To see the green woods, to feel the fresh air, + To skip, and to play, and to run everywhere. + The food that you gave me was pleasant and sweet, + But I'd rather be free, though with nothing to eat. + + O, how glad they all were to see me come back, + And every one wanted to give me a smack. + Dick knocked over Brownie, and jumped over Bun, + And the neighbours came in to witness the fun. + My father said something, but could not be heard; + My mother looked at me, but spoke not a word; + And while she was looking, her eyes became pink, + And she shed a few tears, I verily think. + + To him who a hole or a palace inhabits, + To all sorts of beings, to men, and to rabbits, + Ah! dear to us all is sweet Liberty, + Especially, Mary, to you and to me. + So I hope you'll forgive me for sending this letter, + To tell you I'm safe, and feel so much better, + Cut all sorts of capers, and act very silly, + And am your devoted, affectionate + + BILLY. + + +THE OLD AND NEW SHOES. + + "Good bye, get away, you ugly old things!" + Said a little boy once to his shoes; + "All stubbed are your toes, all twisted your strings, + You're wrinkled, one-sided, and loose. + + "But here are my new ones, so shiny and bright, + They are almost as smooth as my skin; + How stiff they are, too! how straight and upright! + How snug my feet feel now they're in!" + + So saying, he gave to his old shoes a kick, + And strutted with pride to the door; + His unkindness had cut the old shoes to the quick, + For nothing contempt can endure. + + "Master Frank, Master Frank, stop a while, if you please," + ('Twas one of the shoes he heard call); + "Our _soles_ cannot bear such insults as these, + And your pride, Sir, will soon have a fall." + + Frank stood still with wonder and looked at the shoe, + But could not see into the matter; + At last he exclaimed,--"As they've nothing to do, + I suppose, like Poll Parrot, they chatter." + + So he opened the door, and walked down the stairs; + His shoes were too stiff to go fast; + But let us observe him, and see how he fares, + How repentant poor Frank was at last. + + His shoes were so smooth that he could but just stand, + So tight, that they pinched in his toes; + He could only sit still, and try to look grand, + And remember he had on new shoes. + + But Fido ran in, who loved little Frank, + And the shoes were remembered no more; + They began to cut capers, but at the first prank + Down tumbled poor Frank on the floor. + + He was a brave boy, he thought not of crying, + He said, "Never mind," though in pain; + He whistled to Fido, but there is no denying + He fell down again and again. + + He went to his bed with his heart full of sorrow; + He said to the nurse,--"I should choose, + If you please, when I'm dressed, my good Betsey, to-morrow, + To put on my easy old shoes. + + "See how red my toes are, and I'm all black and blue; + I don't like my new shoes at all." + "Ah! you see," answered Betsey, "what I told you was true; + Your shoes, Master Frank, are too small." + + His old shoes he was glad in the morning to see, + And, forgetting his trouble and pain, + "How happy," said he, "my poor toes will be + To get into the old shoes again." + + The voice of the old shoe now once more was heard:-- + "Master Frank, will you please to attend? + I wish, with your leave, to say just a word,-- + 'Tis a word of advice from a friend. + + "Never part with old shoes till they part from you; + Let your new ones be always well tried; + Old shoes and old friends are far better than new, + And, trust me, more worthy of pride. + + "Our strings and our toes are bad, we must own, + But they can be easily mended. + I have done," said the shoe, in a kind, easy tone, + And it gaped as the lecture was ended. + + New toes and new heels now the old shoes have got, + New strings, too, their beauty renew; + Frank wears them in peace, and has never forgot + The words of the friendly old shoe. + + +THE MONKEYS AND THE BEARS. + +TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF GELLART. + + The monkeys, 'tis said, once asked of the bears, + How it was that their nation so much surpassed theirs, + And begged that the means they would graciously tell + By which the young bears were kept hearty and well. + "Perhaps it may be," said one of the mothers, + Who seemed more considerate and wise than the others, + "Perhaps," said she, trembling at even the thought, + "We give our dear young ones less food than we ought; + We may be impatient; I have really some fears + That we rock them too little, the poor little dears; + Our milk may cause fever, and their stomachs not suit, + Or perhaps they are weakened and injured by fruit. + Perhaps the whole mischief is caused by the air, + And who 'gainst this evil can ever prepare? + In their earliest years, it may poison instil, + And through their whole lifetime produce every ill. + Perhaps it may be, before we are aware, + They breathe in a pestilence, borne on the air. + Perhaps, for the nerves of us monkeys are weak, + In jumping, or leaping, some bone they may break + In their breasts." Here, for weeping, she scarcely could speak, + And she snatched up her little one long to her breast; + With such vehement love the poor victim she pressed, + That all its complainings and troubles were stilled; + Alas the poor mother! her pet she had killed. + + Said the bear,--"No longer I think you need seek + For the cause why your young ones are sickly and weak; + It is not the milk, nor the fruit, nor the air, + Nor fault of the stomach, and 'tis no lack of care. + Your blind fondness it is that cuts short their days. + How is it that we such multitudes raise? + As soon as our young ones are able to run, + We take them out with us to play in the sun. + We take them through floods, through heat, and through cold, + And so they are healthy, and live to be old." + + +THE END. + + + + +A CATALOGUE OF BOOKS + +PUBLISHED BY + +CROSBY & NICHOLS, + +111 WASHINGTON STREET, + +BOSTON. + + +CROSBY & NICHOLS have for sale a general assortment of Books in all +the various departments of literature, comprising Theological, School, +Juvenile, and Miscellaneous Books of all kinds. + +All Periodicals, both American and Foreign, supplied promptly. 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Price $3.00. + +CONTENTS.--_Part First_,--Parentage and Birth; Boyhood; College Life; +Richmond; Studies and Settlement. _Part Second_,--Early Ministry; +Spiritual Growth; The Unitarian Controversy; Middle-age Ministry; +European Journey. _Part Third_,--The Ministry and Literature; Religion +and Philosophy; Social Reforms; The Antislavery Movement; Politics; +Friends; Home Life; Notes. + +NOTICES OF THE PRESS. + +"A more interesting and instructive biographical work we have never +read. High as was our opinion of Channing,--of his intellectual and +moral worth,--the perusal of this work has convinced us that we never +duly estimated him.... His letters reveal his character more fully +than his sermons and essays. In his letters he lays his heart entirely +open; and no man, no matter what his opinions or prejudices, can read +them without saying,--'Channing was, indeed, a great and good +man,--one who lived for the world!'"--_Christian Messenger._ + +"Only one who was similar in purpose and temper,--who felt like +aspirations, hopes, and faith,--could at all do justice to the +distinguished subject. The present book must, therefore, we are sure, +give us Channing's character in its completeness, and true harmony and +proportions of parts."--_Salem Observer._ + +"These memoirs of a great and good man will, we apprehend, obtain an +uncommonly extensive circulation, not only among the denomination of +Christians in which he ranked himself, but with all who reverence +purity of character, an enlarged philanthropy, and eminent talents, +guided by virtue and piety."--_Salem Register._ + +"If we mistake not, now is the very time in God's providence when the +biography of William Ellery Channing could best make its appearance. +We have heard that a distinguished divine, of different speculative +religious views from Dr. Channing, has recently said,--'Channing is +greatly needed among us at this present moment.' Behold him here! We +doubt not that the biography thus prepared is to make a great +impression on the age that is passing, and that is yet to +come."--_Christian Register._ + +SERMONS ON CHRISTIAN COMMUNION. Designed to promote the Culture of the +Religious Affections. Edited by Rev. T.R. SULLIVAN. 12mo. pp. 403. +Price, $1.00. + +This work is not confined to the subject of the Lord's Supper, but +"forms a series of practical discourses of the persuasive kind, +relating to repentance, or the duty of commencing the Christian +course,--to edification, or the encouragements to progressive +Christian improvement,--and to the eucharistic service, as affording +exercise for all the grateful and devout affections of the heart in +every stage of its subjection to Christian discipline."--_Preface._ + +The following is a list of the writers:-- + +Rev. H.A. MILES, Lowell. + " F. PARKMAN, D.D., Boston. + " S. JUDD, Augusta. + " F.D. HUNTINGTON, Boston. + " C.T. BROOKS, Newport. + " N. HALL, Dorchester. + " J.I.T. 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We +chanced to open at Sermon XVIII., on Christian Education, and were +pleased to see the idea of Dr. Bushnell's celebrated book on +'Christian Nurture' illustrated and urged in a sermon by Dr. Putnam, +preached two years before Dr. Bushnell's book made its +appearance."--_Christian Register._ + +"The tone of these sermons, their living interest, their +unpremeditated variety in unity, fit them well for this +purpose,--close personal influence on minds of widely differing views, +united in the one great aim of a Christian life. We shall probably +take an early opportunity of making some selections."--_Christian +Inquirer._ + +"We think the volume is upon the whole one of the best volumes of +discourses ever issued from the American press."--_Boston Daily +Atlas._ + +THE GOSPEL NARRATIVES, their Origin, Peculiarities, and Transmission. +By Rev. HENRY A. MILES. 16mo. pp. 174. 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