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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: Poems Teachers Ask For + +Author: Various + +Release Date: July 26, 2006 [EBook #18909] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POEMS TEACHERS ASK FOR *** + + + + +Produced by Charles Aldarondo and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + + + + + +<p><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2"></a></p> +<h1>POEMS TEACHERS ASK FOR</h1> + + +<h4>Selected by +READERS OF "NORMAL INSTRUCTOR-PRIMARY PLANS"</h4> + + +<h4>COMPRISING THE POEMS MOST FREQUENTLY REQUESTED FOR PUBLICATION IN THAT +MAGAZINE ON THE PAGE "POEMS OUR READERS HAVE ASKED FOR"</h4> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3"></a></p> +<h2><a name="INDEX" id="INDEX"></a>INDEX</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Abou_Ben_Adhem">Abou Ben Adhem</a></td><td align='left'><i>Hunt</i></td><td align='right'>30</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Abraham_Lincoln">Abraham Lincoln</a></td><td align='left'><i>T. Taylor</i></td><td align='right'>16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#All_Things_Bright_and_Beautiful">All Things Bright and Beautiful</a></td><td align='left'><i>Alexander</i></td><td align='right'>41</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_American_Flag">American Flag, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Drake</i></td><td align='right'>133</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#An_Answer_to_Rock_Me_to_Sleep">Answer to "Rock Me to Sleep"</a></td><td align='left'></td><td align='right'>103</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Arrow_and_the_Song">Arrow and the Song, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Longfellow</i></td><td align='right'>74</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Asleep_at_the_Switch">Asleep at the Switch</a></td><td align='left'><i>Hoey</i></td><td align='right'>56</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#At_School-Close">At School-Close</a></td><td align='left'><i>Whittier</i></td><td align='right'>65</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Aunt_Tabitha">Aunt Tabitha</a></td><td></td><td align='right'>45</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Autumn_Woods">Autumn Woods</a></td><td align='left'><i>Bryant</i></td><td align='right'>48</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Baby">Baby, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Macdonald</i></td><td align='right'>22</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Barbara_Frietchie">Barbara Frietchie</a></td><td align='left'><i>Whittier</i></td><td align='right'>71</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Barefoot_Boy">Barefoot Boy, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Whittier</i></td><td align='right'>176</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Bay_Billy">Bay Billy</a></td><td align='left'><i>Gassaway</i></td><td align='right'>104</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Be_Strong">Be Strong</a></td><td align='left'><i>Babcock</i></td><td align='right'>174</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Better_Than_Gold">Better Than Gold</a></td><td align='left'><i>Smart</i></td><td align='right'>143</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Bingen_on_the_Rhine">Bingen on the Rhine</a></td><td align='left'><i>Norton</i></td><td align='right'>121</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Blue_and_The_Gray">Blue and the Gray, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Finch</i></td><td align='right'>183</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Bluebirds_Song">Bluebird's Song, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>E.H. Miller</i></td><td align='right'>73</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Bobby_Shaftoe">Bobby Shaftoe</a></td><td></td><td align='right'>8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#A_Boy_and_His_Stomach">Boy and His Stomach, A</a></td><td></td><td align='right'>93</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#A_Boys_Song">Boy's Song, A</a></td><td align='left'><i>Hogg</i></td><td align='right'>172</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Breathes_There_the_Man_With_Soul_So_Dead">"Breathes There the Man"</a></td><td align='left'><i>Scott</i></td><td align='right'>185</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Brier-Rose">Brier-Rose</a></td><td align='left'><i>Boyesen</i></td><td align='right'>144</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Brook">Brook, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Tennyson</i></td><td align='right'>162</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Brown_Thrush">Brown Thrush, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Larcom</i></td><td align='right'>181</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Bugle_Song">Bugle Song, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Tennyson</i></td><td align='right'>183</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Builders">Builders, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Longfellow</i></td><td align='right'>181</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Building_of_the_Ship">Building of the Ship, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Longfellow</i></td><td align='right'>63</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Burial_of_Sir_John_Moore_at_Corunna">Burial of Sir John Moore, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Wolfe</i></td><td align='right'>190</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Calf_Path">Calf Path, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Foss</i></td><td align='right'>110</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Casey_at_the_Bat">Casey at the Bat</a></td><td align='left'><i>Thayer</i></td><td align='right'>100</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Caseys_Revenge">Casey's Revenge</a></td><td align='left'><i>Wilson</i></td><td align='right'>101</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Chambered_Nautilus">Chambered Nautilus, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Holmes</i></td><td align='right'>169</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Character_of_the_Happy_Warrior">Character of the Happy Warrior</a></td><td align='left'><i>Wordsworth</i></td><td align='right'>165</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Charge_of_the_Light_Brigade">Charge of the Light Brigade, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Tennyson</i></td><td align='right'>166</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Childrens_Hour">Children's Hour, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Longfellow</i></td><td align='right'>70</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Children">Children, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Dickinson</i></td><td align='right'>53</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#A_Childs_Thought_of_God">Child's Thought of God, A</a></td><td align='left'><i>E.B. Browning</i></td><td align='right'>183</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Christ_in_Flanders">Christ in Flanders</a></td><td></td><td align='right'>18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Christmas_Everywhere">Christmas Everywhere</a></td><td align='left'><i>Brooks</i></td><td align='right'>158</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Cloud">Cloud, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Shelley</i></td><td align='right'>159</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#College_Oil_Cans">College Oil Cans</a></td><td align='left'><i>McGuire</i></td><td align='right'>122</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Columbus">Columbus</a></td><td align='left'><i>Joaquin Miller</i></td><td align='right'>83</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Concord_Hymn">Concord Hymn, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Emerson</i></td><td align='right'>99</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Corn_Song">Corn Song, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Whittier</i></td><td align='right'>171</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Crossing_the_Bar">Crossing the Bar</a></td><td align='left'><i>Tennyson</i></td><td align='right'>186</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Curfew_Must_Not_Ring_To-night">Curfew Must Not Ring To-night</a></td><td align='left'><i>Thorpe</i></td><td align='right'>24</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Custers_Last_Charge">Custer's Last Charge</a></td><td align='left'><i>Whittaker</i></td><td align='right'>91</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Daffodils">Daffodils</a></td><td align='left'><i>Wordsworth</i></td><td align='right'>179</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Darius_Green_and_His_Flying_Machine">Darius Green and His Flying Machine</a></td><td align='left'><i>Trowbridge</i></td><td align='right'>153</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#A_Day_Well_Spent">Day Well Spent, A</a></td><td></td><td align='right'>38</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Dead_Pussy_Cat">Dead Pussy Cat, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Short</i></td><td align='right'>64</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Diffidence">Diffidence</a></td><td></td><td align='right'>23</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Dont_Give_Up">Don't Give Up</a></td><td align='left'><i>P. Cary</i></td><td align='right'>182</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Driving_Home_the_Cows">Driving Home the Cows</a></td><td align='left'><i>Osgood</i></td><td align='right'>88</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Drummer_Boy_of_Mission_Ridge">Drummer Boy of Mission Ridge</a></td><td></td><td align='right'>49</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Each_in_His_Own_Tongue">Each in His Own Tongue</a></td><td align='left'><i>Carruth</i></td><td align='right'>58</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Echo">Echo</a></td><td align='left'><i>Saxe</i></td><td align='right'>20</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Engineers_Making_Love">Engineers Making Love</a></td><td align='left'><i>Burdette</i></td><td align='right'>21</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Eternal_Goodness">Eternal Goodness, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Whittier</i></td><td align='right'>87</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#A_Fable">Fable, A</a></td><td align='left'><i>Emerson</i></td><td align='right'>177</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Face_upon_the_Floor">Face Upon the Floor, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>D'Arcy</i></td><td align='right'>108</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Fairies">Fairies, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Allingham</i></td><td align='right'>173</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#A_Fence_or_an_Ambulance">Fence or an Ambulance, A</a></td><td align='left'><i>Malins</i></td><td align='right'>127</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_First_Settlers_Story">First Settler's Story, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Carleton</i></td><td align='right'>197</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_First_Snow-fall">First Snow-fall, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Lowell</i></td><td align='right'>99</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Flag_Goes_By">Flag Goes By, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Bennett</i></td><td align='right'>45</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Fountain">Fountain, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Lowell</i></td><td align='right'>186</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Four-leaf_Clover">Four-leaf Clover, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Higginson</i></td><td align='right'>134</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Frost">Frost, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Gould</i></td><td align='right'>171</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Give_Us_Men">Give Us Men</a></td><td align='left'><i>Holland</i></td><td align='right'>33</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Gods_Judgment_on_a_Wicked_Bishop">God's Judgment on a Wicked Bishop</a></td><td align='left'><i>Southey</i></td><td align='right'>124</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Golden_Keys">Golden Keys</a></td><td></td><td align='right'>134</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Good_Night_and_Good_Morning">Good Night and Good Morning</a></td><td align='left'><i>Houghton</i></td><td align='right'>184</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Gradatim">Gradatim</a></td><td align='left'><i>Holland</i></td><td align='right'>96</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Green_Mountain_Justice">Green Mountain Justice, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Reeves</i></td><td align='right'>74</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Guilty_or_Not_Guilty">Guilty or Not Guilty</a></td><td></td><td align='right'>22</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4"></a><a href="#The_Hand_That_Rules_the_World">Hand That Rules the World, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Wallace</i></td><td align='right'>113</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_House_by_the_Side_of_the_Road">House by the Side of the Road, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Foss</i></td><td align='right'>56</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#How_Cyrus_Laid_the_Cable">How Cyrus Laid the Cable</a></td><td align='left'><i>Saxe</i></td><td align='right'>58</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#How_He_Saved_St_Michaels">How He Saved St. Michael's</a></td><td align='left'><i>Stansbury</i></td><td align='right'>119</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Huskers">Huskers, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Whittier</i></td><td align='right'>152</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#If">If—</a></td><td align='left'><i>Kipling</i></td><td align='right'>51</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#I_Like_Little_Pussy">I Like Little Pussy</a></td><td align='left'><i>J. Taylor</i></td><td align='right'>178</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Incident_of_the_French_Camp">Incident of the French Camp</a></td><td align='left'><i>R. Browning</i></td><td align='right'>182</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#In_Flanders_Fields">In Flanders Fields</a></td><td align='left'><i>McCrae</i></td><td align='right'>195</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#In_Flanders_Fields_An_Answer">In Flanders Fields: An Answer</a></td><td align='left'><i>Galbreath</i></td><td align='right'>195</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#In_School-Days">In School-Days</a></td><td align='left'><i>Whittier</i></td><td align='right'>31</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#An_Inventors_Wife">Inventor's Wife, An</a></td><td align='left'><i>Ewing</i></td><td align='right'>13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Invictus">Invictus</a></td><td align='left'><i>Henley</i></td><td align='right'>29</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Is_It_Worth_While">Is It Worth While?</a></td><td align='left'><i>Joachim Miller</i></td><td align='right'>36</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#I_Want_to_Go_to_Morrow">I Want to Go to Morrow</a></td><td></td><td align='right'>72</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Jane_Conquest">Jane Conquest</a></td><td align='left'><i>Milne</i></td><td align='right'>76</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Jane_Jones">Jane Jones</a></td><td align='left'><i>King</i></td><td align='right'>59</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Johnnys_Histry_Lesson">Johnny's Hist'ry Lesson</a></td><td align='left'><i>Waterman</i></td><td align='right'>62</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#June">June</a></td><td align='left'><i>Lowell</i></td><td align='right'>163</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Kate_Ketchem">Kate Ketchem</a></td><td align='left'><i>P. Cary</i></td><td align='right'>81</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Kate_Shelly">Kate Shelly</a></td><td align='left'><i>Hall</i></td><td align='right'>25</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Katie_Lee_and_Willie_Grey">Katie Lee and Willie Grey</a></td><td></td><td align='right'>30</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Kentucky_Belle">Kentucky Belle</a></td><td align='left'><i>Woolson</i></td><td align='right'>10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Kentucky_Philosophy">Kentucky Philosophy</a></td><td align='left'><i>Robertson</i></td><td align='right'>32</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Kid_Has_Gone_to_the_Colors">Kid Has Gone to the Colors, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Herschell</i></td><td align='right'>9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#King_Robert_of_Sicily">King Robert of Sicily</a></td><td align='left'><i>Longfellow</i></td><td align='right'>147</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Lady_Moon">Lady Moon</a></td><td align='left'><i>Houghton</i></td><td align='right'>185</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Landing_of_the_Pilgrims">Landing of the Pilgrims, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Hemans</i></td><td align='right'>8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Lasca">Lasca</a></td><td align='left'><i>Desprez</i></td><td align='right'>129</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Last_Hymn">Last Hymn, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Faringham</i></td><td align='right'>126</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Leak_in_the_Dike">Leak in the Dike, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>P. Cary</i></td><td align='right'>187</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Main_Truck_or_a_Leap_for_Life">Leap for Life, A</a></td><td align='left'><i>Morris</i></td><td align='right'>74</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Leap_of_Roushan_Beg">Leap of Roushan Beg, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Longfellow</i></td><td align='right'>60</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Leedle_Yawcob_Strauss">Leedle Yawcob Strauss</a></td><td align='left'><i>Adams</i></td><td align='right'>35</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#A_Legend_of_Bregenz">Legend of Bregenz, A</a></td><td align='left'><i>Procter</i></td><td align='right'>141</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Legend_of_the_Organ-Builder">Legend of the Organ-Builder, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Dorr</i></td><td align='right'>106</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#LEnvoi">L'Envoi</a></td><td align='left'><i>Kipling</i></td><td align='right'>67</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Lifes_Mirror">Life's Mirror</a></td><td align='left'><i>Bridges</i></td><td align='right'>37</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Lips_That_Touch_Liquor_Must_Never_Touch_Mine">Lips That Touch Liquor, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Young</i></td><td align='right'>79</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Little_Birdie">Little Birdie</a></td><td align='left'><i>Tennyson</i></td><td align='right'>173</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Little_Black-Eyed_Rebel">Little Black-Eyed Rebel, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Carleton</i></td><td align='right'>37</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Little_Boy_Blue">Little Boy Blue</a></td><td align='left'><i>Field</i></td><td align='right'>195</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Little_Brown_Hands">Little Brown Hands</a></td><td align='left'><i>Krout</i></td><td align='right'>71</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Little_Plant">Little Plant, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Brown</i></td><td align='right'>192</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Lost_Chord">Lost Chord, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Procter</i></td><td align='right'>69</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Breathes_There_the_Man_With_Soul_So_Dead">Love of Country ("Breathes There the Man")</a></td><td align='left'><i>Scott</i></td><td align='right'>185</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Main_Truck_or_a_Leap_for_Life">Main Truck, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Morris</i></td><td align='right'>74></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Mandalay">Mandalay</a></td><td align='left'><i>Kipling</i></td><td align='right'>82</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Man_With_the_Hoe">Man With the Hoe, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Markham</i></td><td align='right'>115</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Maud_Muller">Maud Muller</a></td><td align='left'><i>Whittier</i></td><td align='right'>205</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Miller_of_the_Dee">Miller of the Dee, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Mackay</i></td><td align='right'>39</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Moo_Cow_Moo">Moo Cow Moo, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Cooke</i></td><td align='right'>40</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Mothers_Fool">Mother's Fool</a></td><td></td><td align='right'>31</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Mothers_of_Men">Mothers of Men</a></td><td align='left'><i>Joaquin Miller</i></td><td align='right'>43</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Mount_Vernons_Bells">Mount Vernon's Bells</a></td><td align='left'><i>Slade</i></td><td align='right'>95</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Mr_Finneys_Turnip">Mr. Finney's Turnip</a></td><td></td><td align='right'>96</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#My_Love_Ship">My Love Ship</a></td><td align='left'><i>Wilcox</i></td><td align='right'>114</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#My_Mother">My Mother</a></td><td></td><td align='right'>138</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Nathan_Hale">Nathan Hale</a></td><td align='left'><i>Finch</i></td><td align='right'>78</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Never_Trouble_Trouble">Never Trouble Trouble</a></td><td align='left'><i>Windsor</i></td><td align='right'>33</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Nobility">Nobility</a></td><td align='left'><i>A. Cary</i></td><td align='right'>169</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Not_Understood">"Not Understood"</a></td><td></td><td align='right'>136</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#November">November</a></td><td align='left'><i>A. Cary</i></td><td align='right'>173</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#O_Captain_My_Captain">O Captain! My Captain</a></td><td align='left'><i>Whitman</i></td><td align='right'>7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Octobers_Bright_Blue_Weather">October's Bright Blue Weather</a></td><td align='left'><i>Jackson</i></td><td align='right'>144</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Old_Clock_on_the_Stairs">Old Clock on the Stairs, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Longfellow</i></td><td align='right'>17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Old_Ironsides">Old Ironsides</a></td><td align='left'><i>Holmes</i></td><td align='right'>61</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Old_Red_Cradle">Old Red Cradle, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Grannies</i></td><td align='right'>39</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#O_Little_Town_of_Bethlehem">O Little Town of Bethlehem</a></td><td align='left'><i>Brooks</i></td><td align='right'>168</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#On_His_Blindness">On His Blindness</a></td><td align='left'><i>Milton</i></td><td align='right'>172</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#On_the_Shores_of_Tennessee">On the Shores of Tennessee</a></td><td align='left'><i>Beers</i></td><td align='right'>93</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Opportunity1">Opportunity</a></td><td align='left'><i>Ingalls</i></td><td align='right'>175</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Opportunity2">Opportunity</a></td><td align='left'><i>Malone</i></td><td align='right'>175</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#An_Order_for_a_Picture">Order for a Picture, An</a></td><td align='left'><i>A. Cary</i></td><td align='right'>41</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Our_Folks">Our Folks</a></td><td align='left'><i>Beers</i></td><td align='right'>107</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Out_in_the_Fields">Out in the Fields</a></td><td align='left'><i>E.B. Browning</i></td><td align='right'>73</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Over_the_Hill_to_the_Poor-House">Over the Hill to the Poorhouse</a></td><td align='left'><i>Carleton</i></td><td align='right'>131</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Overworked_Elocutionist">Overworked Elocutionist, The</a></td><td></td><td align='right'>9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Owl_and_The_Pussy-Cat">Owl and the Pussy-Cat, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Lear</i></td><td align='right'>170</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Owl_Critic">Owl Critic, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Fields</i></td><td align='right'>64</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Paul_Reveres_Ride">Paul Revere's Ride</a></td><td align='left'><i>Longfellow</i></td><td align='right'>193</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Penny_Ye_Mean_to_Gie">Penny Ye Mean to Gie, The</a></td><td></td><td align='right'>34</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#A_Perfect_Day">Perfect Day, A</a></td><td align='left'><i>Bond</i></td><td align='right'>80</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Pippas_Song">Pippa's Song</a></td><td align='left'><i>R. Browning</i></td><td align='right'>185</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Plain_Bob_and_a_Job">Plain Bob and a Job</a></td><td align='left'><i>Foley</i></td><td align='right'>44</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Planting_of_the_Apple-Tree">Planting of the Apple-Tree</a></td><td align='left'><i>Bryant</i></td><td align='right'>164</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#A_Poets_Prophecy">Poet's Prophecy, A</a></td><td align='left'><i>Tennyson</i></td><td align='right'>7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Polonius_Advice_to_Laertes">Polonius' Advice to Laertes</a></td><td align='left'><i>Shakespeare</i></td><td align='right'>177</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Poorhouse_Nan">Poorhouse Nan</a></td><td align='left'><i>Blinn</i></td><td align='right'>116</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5"></a><a href="#A_Psalm_of_Life">Psalm of Life, A</a></td><td align='left'><i>Longfellow</i></td><td align='right'>61</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Quality_of_Mercy">Quality of Mercy, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Shakespeare</i></td><td align='right'>181</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Raggedy_Man">Raggedy Man, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Riley</i></td><td align='right'>203</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Recessional">Recessional, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Kipling</i></td><td align='right'>86</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Ride_of_Jennie_MNeal">Ride of Jennie M'Neal, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Carleton</i></td><td align='right'>111</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Riding_on_the_Rail">Riding on the Rail</a></td><td align='left'><i>Saxe</i></td><td align='right'>62</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Rivers_of_France">Rivers of France, The</a></td><td></td><td align='right'>46</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Robert_of_Lincoln">Robert of Lincoln</a></td><td align='left'><i>Bryant</i></td><td align='right'>189</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Overworked_Elocutionist">Robert Reese (The Overworked Elocutionist)</a> </td><td></td><td align='right'>9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Rock_Me_to_Sleep">Rock Me to Sleep</a></td><td align='left'><i>Allen</i></td><td align='right'>102</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Say_Not_the_Struggle_Nought_Availeth">Say Not the Struggle Nought Availeth</a></td><td align='left'><i>Clough</i></td><td align='right'>39</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Second_Table">Second Table</a></td><td align='left'><i>Waterman</i></td><td align='right'>52</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Seein_Things">Seein' Things</a></td><td align='left'><i>Field</i></td><td align='right'>203</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Seven_Times_One">Seven Times One</a></td><td align='left'><i>Ingelow</i></td><td align='right'>46</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Seven_Times_Two">Seven Times Two</a></td><td align='left'><i>Ingelow</i></td><td align='right'>47</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Seven_Times_Three">Seven Times Three</a></td><td align='left'><i>Ingelow</i></td><td align='right'>47</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Seven_Times_Four">Seven Times Four</a></td><td align='left'><i>Ingelow</i></td><td align='right'>48</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Sheridans_Ride">Sheridan's Ride</a></td><td align='left'><i>Read</i></td><td align='right'>167</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#She_Walks_in_Beauty">She Walks in Beauty</a></td><td align='left'><i>Byron</i></td><td align='right'>180</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Sister_and_I">Sister and I</a></td><td></td><td align='right'>207</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Sisters_Best_Feller">Sister's Best Feller</a></td><td align='left'><i>Lincoln</i></td><td align='right'>84</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Sleep_Baby_Sleep">Sleep, Baby, Sleep</a></td><td align='left'><i>Elizabeth Prentiss</i></td><td align='right'>69</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Smack_in_School">Smack in School, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Palmer</i></td><td align='right'>128</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Somebodys_Mother">Somebody's Mother</a></td><td align='left'><i>Brine</i></td><td align='right'>136</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#A_Song_of_Our_Flag">Song of Our Flag, A</a></td><td align='left'><i>Nesbit</i></td><td align='right'>89</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Song_of_the_Camp">Song of the Camp, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>B. Taylor</i></td><td align='right'>180</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Song_of_the_Sea">Song of the Sea</a></td><td align='left'><i>Cornwall</i></td><td align='right'>23</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Song_of_the_Shirt">Song of the Shirt</a></td><td align='left'><i>Hood</i></td><td align='right'>157</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Song_The_Owl">Song: The Owl</a></td><td align='left'><i>Tennyson</i></td><td align='right'>174</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#So_Was_I">So Was I</a></td><td align='left'><i>Smiley</i></td><td align='right'>36</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Suppose">Suppose</a></td><td align='left'><i>P. Cary</i></td><td align='right'>178</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Sweet_and_Low">Sweet and Low</a></td><td align='left'><i>Tennyson</i></td><td align='right'>175</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Tapestry_Weavers">Tapestry Weavers, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Chester</i></td><td align='right'>85</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Teachers_Dream">Teacher's Dream, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Venable</i></td><td align='right'>140</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Telling_the_Bees">Telling the Bees</a></td><td align='left'><i>Whittier</i></td><td align='right'>135</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Thanatopsis">Thanatopsis</a></td><td align='left'><i>Bryant</i></td><td align='right'>196</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Thanksgiving-Day">Thanksgiving-Day</a></td><td align='left'><i>Child</i></td><td align='right'>178</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Theres_But_One_Pair_of_Stockings_to_Mend_To-Night">There's But One Pair of Stockings</a></td><td></td><td align='right'>27</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#To_a_Butterfly">To a Butterfly</a></td><td align='left'><i>Wordsworth</i></td><td align='right'>179</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#To_a_Skylark">To a Skylark</a></td><td align='left'><i>Shelley</i></td><td align='right'>160</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#To_a_Waterfowl">To a Waterfowl</a></td><td align='left'><i>Bryant</i></td><td align='right'>137</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#To-day2">To-day</a></td><td align='left'><i>Carlyle</i></td><td align='right'>191</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#To-day1">To-day</a></td><td align='left'><i>Waterman</i></td><td align='right'>35</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#To_The_Fringed_Gentian">To the Fringed Gentian</a></td><td align='left'><i>Bryant</i></td><td align='right'>179</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Tree">Tree, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Bjornson</i></td><td align='right'>186</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Twinkle_Twinkle_Little_Star">Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star</a></td><td align='left'><i>J. Taylor</i></td><td align='right'>185</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Two_Glasses">Two Glasses, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Wilcox</i></td><td align='right'>15</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Village_Blacksmith">Village Blacksmith, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Longfellow</i></td><td align='right'>97</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#A_Visit_from_St_Nicholas">Visit from St. Nicholas, A</a></td><td align='left'><i>Moore</i></td><td align='right'>54</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Walrus_and_the_Carpenter">Walrus and the Carpenter, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Carroll</i></td><td align='right'>138</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#We_Are_Seven">We Are Seven</a></td><td align='left'><i>Wordsworth</i></td><td align='right'>19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#What_I_Live_For">What I Live For</a></td><td align='left'><i>Banks</i></td><td align='right'>114</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#What_is_Good">What is Good</a></td><td align='left'><i>O'Reilly</i></td><td align='right'>34</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#When_the_Cows_Come_Home">When the Cows Come Home</a></td><td align='left'><i>Mitchell</i></td><td align='right'>90</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#When_the_Minister_Comes_to_Tea">When the Minister Comes to Tea</a></td><td align='left'><i>Lincoln</i></td><td align='right'>89</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#When_the_Teacher_Gets_Cross">When the Teacher Gets Cross</a></td><td></td><td align='right'>86</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Where_the_West_Begins">Where the West Begins</a></td><td align='left'><i>Chapman</i></td><td align='right'>85</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Whistling_in_Heaven">Whistling in Heaven</a></td><td></td><td align='right'>67</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_White-Footed_Deer">White-Footed Deer, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Bryant</i></td><td align='right'>94</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Who_Won_the_War">Who Won the War?</a></td><td align='left'><i>Pulsifer</i></td><td align='right'>43</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Why_Should_the_Spirit_of_Mortal_be_Proud">Why Should the Spirit of Mortal Be Proud!</a></td><td align='left'><i>Knox</i></td><td align='right'>118</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Wild_White_Rose">Wild White Rose, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Willis</i></td><td align='right'>66</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Wind_and_the_Moon">Wind and the Moon, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Macdonald</i></td><td align='right'>191</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Wind">Wind, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Rossetti</i></td><td align='right'>170</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Wishing">Wishing</a></td><td align='left'><i>Allingham</i></td><td align='right'>190</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#A_Womans_Question">Woman's Question, A</a></td><td align='left'><i>Lathrop</i></td><td align='right'>129</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Wonderful_World">Wonderful World, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Rands</i></td><td align='right'>174</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Woodman_Spare_That_Tree">Woodman, Spare That Tree</a></td><td align='left'><i>Morris</i></td><td align='right'>70</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#You_and_You">You and You</a></td><td align='left'><i>Wharton</i></td><td align='right'>97</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Young_Man_Waited">Young Man Waited, The</a></td><td align='left'><i>Cooke</i></td><td align='right'>28</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Your_Mission">Your Mission</a></td><td align='left'><i>Gates</i></td><td align='right'>55</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6"></a></p> +<h2><a name="PREFACE" id="PREFACE"></a>PREFACE</h2> + +<p>Seldom does a book of poems appear that is definitely a response to +demand and a reflection of readers' preferences. Of this collection that +can properly be claimed. For a decade <span class="smcap">Normal instructor-primary plans</span> +has carried monthly a page entitled "Poems Our Readers Have Asked For." +The interest in this page has been, and is, phenomenal. Occasionally +space considerations or copyright restrictions have prevented compliance +with requests, but so far as practicable poems asked for have been +printed. Because it has become impossible to furnish many of the earlier +issues of the magazine, the publishers decided to select the poems most +often requested and, carefully revising these for possible errors, to +include them in the present collection. In some cases the desired poems +are old favorite dramatic recitations, but many of them are poems that +are required or recommended for memorizing in state courses of study. +This latter feature will of itself make the book extremely valuable to +teachers throughout the country. We are glad to offer here certain +poems, often requested, but too long for insertion on our magazine +Poetry Page. We are pleased also to be able to include a number of +popular copyright poems. Special permission to use these has been +granted through arrangement with the authorized publishers, whose +courtesy is acknowledged below in detail:</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">The Bobbs-Merrill Company</span>—<i>The Raggedy Man</i>, from "The Biographical +Edition of the Complete Works of James Whitcomb Riley," copyright 1918.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Charles Scribner's Sons</span>—<i>Seein' Things</i> and <i>Little Boy Blue</i>, by +Eugene Field; <i>Gradatim</i> and <i>Give Us Men</i>, from "The Poetical Works of +J.G. Holland"; and <i>You and You</i>, by Edith Wharton, copyright 1919.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Harper and Brothers</span>—<i>Over the Hill to the Poor-House</i>, <i>The Ride of +Jennie M'Neal</i>, <i>The Little Black-Eyed Rebel</i>, and <i>The First Settler's +Story</i>, by Will Carleton.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">The Dodge Publishing Company</span>—<i>The Moo Cow Moo</i> and <i>The Young Man +Waited</i>, by Edmund Vance Cooke.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lothrop, Lee and Shepard Company</span>—<i>The House by the Side of the Road</i> +and <i>The Calf Path</i>, by Sam Walter Foss.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Little, Brown and Company</span>—<i>October's Bright Blue Weather</i>, by Helen +Hunt Jackson.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Houghton Mifflin Company</span>—Poems by John G. Whittier, Alice Cary, Phoebe +Cary, James T. Fields, and Lucy Larcom.</p> + + +<p>THE PUBLISHERS.</p> + + +<p><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7"></a></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="POEMS_TEACHERS_ASK_FOR" id="POEMS_TEACHERS_ASK_FOR"></a>POEMS TEACHERS ASK FOR</h2> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + + + +<h2><a name="O_Captain_My_Captain" id="O_Captain_My_Captain"></a>O Captain! My Captain!</h2> + +<h4>(<i>This poem was written in memory of Abraham Lincoln.</i>)</h4> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But, O heart! heart! heart!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">O the bleeding drops of red,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where on the deck my Captain lies,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Fallen, cold and dead.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Here Captain! dear father!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">This arm beneath your head!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">It is some dream that on the deck</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">You've fallen cold and dead.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse or will;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Exult, O shores! and ring, O bells!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">But I, with mournful tread,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Walk the deck my Captain lies,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Fallen, cold and dead.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Walt Whitman.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_Poets_Prophecy" id="A_Poets_Prophecy"></a>A Poet's Prophecy</h2> + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rained a ghastly dew</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With the standards of the peoples plunging through the thunderstorm;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till the war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battleflags were furl'd</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Tennyson, "Locksley Hall," 1842.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8"></a></p> + +<h2><a name="The_Landing_of_the_Pilgrims" id="The_Landing_of_the_Pilgrims"></a>The Landing of the Pilgrims</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>The breaking waves dashed high</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On a stern and rock-bound coast,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the woods against a stormy sky</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their giant branches tossed;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the heavy night hung dark</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The hills and waters o'er,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When a band of exiles moored their bark</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On the wild New England shore.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Not as the conqueror comes,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They, the true-hearted, came,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Not with the roll of the stirring drums,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the trumpet that sings of fame;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Not as the flying come,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In silence and in fear;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They shook the depths of the desert's gloom</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With their hymns of lofty cheer.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Amidst the storms they sang;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the stars heard, and the sea;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To the anthem of the free.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The ocean eagle soared</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From his nest by the white wave's foam;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the rocking pines of the forest roared—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">This was their welcome home!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There were men with hoary hair</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Amidst that pilgrim band:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Why had they come to wither there</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Away from their childhood's land?</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There was woman's fearless eye,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lit by her deep love's truth;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There was manhood's brow serenely high,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the fiery heart of youth.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What sought they thus afar?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bright jewels of the mine?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They sought a faith's pure shrine.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ay, call it holy ground,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The soil where first they trod!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They have left unstained what there they found—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Freedom to worship God!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Felicia Hemans.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Bobby_Shaftoe" id="Bobby_Shaftoe"></a>Bobby Shaftoe</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>"Marie, will you marry me?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For you know how I love thee!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tell me, darling, will you be</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The wife of Bobby Shaftoe?"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Bobby, pray don't ask me more,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For you've asked me twice before;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Let us be good friends, no more,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">No more, Bobby Shaftoe."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"If you will not marry me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I will go away to sea;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And you ne'er again shall be</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A friend of Bobby Shaftoe."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Oh, you will not go away</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For you've said so twice to-day.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Stop! He's gone! Dear Bobby, stay!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dearest Bobby Shaftoe!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Silver buckles on his knee,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But he'll come back and marry me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"He will soon come back to me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And how happy I shall be,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He'll come back and marry me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dearest Bobby Shaftoe."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Bobby Shaftoe's lost at sea,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He cannot come back to thee.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And you ne'er again will see</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your dear Bobby Shaftoe.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9"></a>"Oh, we sadly mourn for thee,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And regret we ne'er shall see</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Our friend Bobby, true and free,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dearest Bobby Shaftoe."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Bobby Shaftoe's lost at sea.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And can ne'er come back to me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I'll ever faithful be,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">True to Bobby Shaftoe."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Darling, I've come home from sea,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I've come back to marry thee,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For I know you're true to me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">True to Bobby Shaftoe."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Yes, I always cared for thee,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And now you've come back to me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And we will always happy be,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dearest Bobby Shaftoe."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Bobby Shaftoe's come from sea,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And we will united be,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Heart and hand in unity,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mr. and Mrs. Shaftoe."</span></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h2><a name="The_Overworked_Elocutionist" id="The_Overworked_Elocutionist"></a>The Overworked Elocutionist</h2> + +<h4>(Or "ROBERT REESE")</h4> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Once there was a little boy</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose name was Robert Reese,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And every Friday afternoon</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He had to speak a piece.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So many poems thus he learned</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That soon he had a store</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of recitations in his head</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And still kept learning more.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now this it is what happened:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was called upon one week</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And totally forgot the piece</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was about to speak.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His brain he vainly cudgeled</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But no word was in his head,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And so he spoke at random,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And this is what he said;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My beautiful, my beautiful,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who standest proudly by,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It was the schooner Hesperus</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The breaking waves dashed high.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Why is the Forum crowded?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">What means this stir in Rome?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Under a spreading chestnut tree</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">There is no place like home.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When Freedom from her mountain height</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cried, "Twinkle, little star,"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shoot if you must this old gray head,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">King Henry of Navarre.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If you're waking, call me early</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To be or not to be,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Curfew must not ring to-night,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, woodman, spare that tree.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Charge, Chester, Charge! On, Stanley, on!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And let who will be clever,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The boy stood on the burning deck</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But I go on for ever.</span></td></tr> +</table></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Kid_Has_Gone_to_the_Colors" id="The_Kid_Has_Gone_to_the_Colors"></a>The Kid Has Gone to the Colors</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>The Kid has gone to the Colors</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And we don't know what to say;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Kid we have loved and cuddled</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Stepped out for the Flag to-day.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We thought him a child, a baby</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With never a care at all,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But his country called him man-size</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the Kid has heard the call.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He paused to watch the recruiting,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where, fired by the fife and drum,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He bowed his head to Old Glory</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thought that it whispered: "Come!"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Kid, not being a slacker,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Stood forth with patriot-joy</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To add his name to the roster—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And God, we're proud of the boy!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Kid has gone to the Colors;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">It seems but a little while</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Since he drilled a schoolboy army</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a truly martial style,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But now he's a man, a soldier,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And we lend him a listening ear,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For his heart is a heart all loyal,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unscourged by the curse of fear.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His dad, when he told him, shuddered,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">His mother—God bless her!—cried;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yet, blest with a mother-nature,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">She wept with a mother-pride,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But he whose old shoulders straightened</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was Granddad—for memory ran</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To years when he, too, a youngster,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was changed by the Flag to a man!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>W.M. Herschell.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Kentucky_Belle" id="Kentucky_Belle"></a>Kentucky Belle</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Summer of 'sixty-three, sir, and Conrad was gone away—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Gone to the county-town, sir, to sell our first load of hay—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We lived in the log house yonder, poor as ever you've seen;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Roschen there was a baby, and I was only nineteen.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Conrad, he took the oxen, but he left Kentucky Belle.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How much we thought of Kentuck, I couldn't begin to tell—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Came from the Blue-Grass country; my father gave her to me</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When I rode north with Conrad, away from the Tennessee.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Conrad lived in Ohio—a German he is, you know—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The house stood in broad cornfields, stretching on, row after row.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The old folks made me welcome; they were kind as kind could be;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I kept longing, longing, for the hills of the Tennessee.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, for a sight of water, the shadowed slope of a hill!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Clouds that hang on the summit, a wind that never is still!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But the level land went stretching away to meet the sky—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Never a rise, from north to south, to rest the weary eye!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From east to west, no river to shine out under the moon,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nothing to make a shadow in the yellow afternoon:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Only the breathless sunshine, as I looked out, all forlorn;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Only the rustle, rustle, as I walked among the corn.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When I fell sick with pining, we didn't wait any more,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But moved away from the cornlands, out to this river shore—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Tuscarawas it's called, sir—off there's a hill, you see—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And now I've grown to like it next best to the Tennessee.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I was at work that morning. Some one came riding like mad</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Over the bridge and up the road—Farmer Rouf's little lad.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bareback he rode; he had no hat; he hardly stopped to say,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Morgan's men are coming, Frau; they're galloping on this way.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I'm sent to warn the neighbors. He isn't a mile behind;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He sweeps up all the horses—every horse that he can find.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Morgan, Morgan the raider, and Morgan's terrible men,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With bowie knives and pistols, are galloping up the glen!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The lad rode down the valley, and I stood still at the door;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10"></a>The baby laughed and prattled, playing with spools on the floor;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Kentuck was out in the pasture; Conrad, my man, was gone.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nearer, nearer, Morgan's men were galloping, galloping on!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sudden I picked up baby, and ran to the pasture bar.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Kentuck!" I called—"Kentucky!" She knew me ever so far!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I led her down the gully that turns off there to the right,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And tied her to the bushes; her head was just out of sight.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As I ran back to the log house, at once there came a sound—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The ring of hoofs, galloping hoofs, trembling over the ground—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Coming into the turnpike out from the White Woman Glen—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Morgan, Morgan the raider, and Morgan's terrible men.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As near they drew and nearer, my heart beat fast in alarm;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But still I stood in the doorway with baby on my arm.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They came, they passed; with spur and whip in haste they sped along—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Morgan, Morgan the raider, and his band, six hundred strong.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Weary they looked and jaded, riding through night and through day;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Pushing on east to the river, many long miles away,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To the border strip where Virginia runs up into the West,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And fording the Upper Ohio before they could stop to rest.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On like the wind they hurried, and Morgan rode in advance;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bright were his eyes like live coals, as he gave me a sideways glance.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I was just breathing freely, after my choking pain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the last one of the troopers suddenly drew his rein.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Frightened I was to death, sir; I scarce dared look in his face,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As he asked for a drink of water, and glanced around the place.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I gave him a cup, and he smiled—'twas only a boy, you see;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Faint and worn, with dim blue eyes; and he'd sailed on the Tennessee.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Only sixteen he was, sir—a fond mother's only son—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Off and away with Morgan before his life had begun!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The damp drops stood on his temples; drawn was the boyish mouth;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I thought me of the mother waiting down in the South.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh! pluck was he to the backbone, and clear grit through and through;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Boasted and bragged like a trooper; but the big words wouldn't do;—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The boy was dying, sir, dying as plain as plain could be,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Worn out by his ride with Morgan up from the Tennessee.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But when I told the laddie that I too was from the South,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Water came in his dim eyes, and quivers around his mouth.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Do you know the Blue-Grass country?" he wistful began to say;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then swayed like a willow sapling, and fainted dead away.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I had him into the log house, and worked and brought him to;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I fed him, and I coaxed him, as I thought his mother'd do;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when the lad got better, and the noise in his head was gone,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11"></a>Morgan's men—were miles; away, galloping, galloping on.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Oh, I must go," he muttered; "I must be up and away!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Morgan—Morgan is waiting for me; Oh, what will Morgan say?"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I heard a sound of tramping and kept him back from the door—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The ringing sound of horses' hoofs that I had heard before.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And on, on, came the soldiers—the Michigan cavalry—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And fast they rode, and black they looked, galloping rapidly,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They had followed hard on Morgan's track; they had followed day and night;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But of Morgan and Morgan's raiders they had never caught a sight.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And rich Ohio sat startled through all those summer days;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For strange, wild men were galloping over her broad highways—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now here, now there, now seen, now gone, now north, now east, now west,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Through river-valleys and cornland farms, sweeping away her best.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A bold ride and a long ride; but they were taken at last.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They almost reached the river by galloping hard and fast;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But the boys in blue were upon them ere ever they gained the ford,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Morgan, Morgan the raider, laid down his terrible sword.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Well, I kept the boy till evening—kept him against his will—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But he was too weak to follow, and sat there pale and still.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When it was cool and dusky—you'll wonder to hear me tell—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I stole down to that gully, and brought up Kentucky Belle.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I kissed the star on her forehead—my pretty gentle lass—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I knew that she'd be happy back in the old Blue-Grass.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A suit of clothes of Conrad's, with all the money I had,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Kentuck, pretty Kentuck, I gave to the worn-out lad.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I guided him to the southward as well as I know how;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The boy rode off with many thanks, and many a backward bow;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then the glow it faded, and my heart began to swell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As down the glen away she went, my lost Kentucky Belle!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When Conrad came in the evening, the moon was shining high;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Baby and I were both crying—I couldn't tell him why—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But a battered suit of rebel gray was hanging on the wall,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And a thin old horse, with drooping head, stood in Kentucky's stall.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Well, he was kind, and never once said a hard word to me;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He knew I couldn't help it—'twas all for the Tennessee,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But, after the war was over, just think what came to pass—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A letter, sir; and the two were safe back in the old Blue-Grass.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The lad had got across the border, riding Kentucky Belle;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Kentuck, she was thriving, and fat, and hearty, and well;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He cared for her, and kept her, nor touched her with whip or spur.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ah! we've had many horses since, but never a horse like her!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Constance F. Woolson.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> +<p><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12"></a></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="An_Inventors_Wife" id="An_Inventors_Wife"></a>An Inventor's Wife</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>I remember it all so very well, the first of my married life,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That I can't believe it was years ago—it doesn't seem true at all;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Why, I just can see the little church where they made us man and wife,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the merry glow of the first wood-fire that danced on our cottage wall.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>We were happy?</i> Yes; and we prospered, too; the house belonged to Joe,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And then, he worked in the planing mill, and drew the best of pay;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And our cup was full when Joey came,—our baby-boy, you know;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">So, all went well till that mill burned down and the owner moved away.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It wasn't long till Joe found work, but 'twas never quite the same,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Never steady, with smaller pay; so to make the two ends meet</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He fell to inventin' some machine—I don't recall the name,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But he'd sit for hours in his little shop that opens toward the street,—</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sit for hours, bent over his work, his tools all strewn about.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I used to want to go in there to dust and sweep the floor,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But 'twas just as if 'twas the parson there, writing his sermon out;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Even the baby—bless the child!—learned never to slam that door!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>People called him a clever man, and folks from the city came</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To look at his new invention and wish my Joe success;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Joe would say, "Little woman,"—for that was my old pet-name,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"If my plan succeeds, you shall have a coach and pair, and a fine silk dress!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I didn't want 'em, the grand new things, but it made the big tears start</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To see my Joe with his restless eyes, his fingers worn away</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To the skin and bone, for he wouldn't eat; and it almost broke my heart</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When he tossed at night from side to side, till the dawning of the day.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of course, with it all he lost his place. I couldn't blame the man,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The foreman there at the factory, for losing faith in Joe,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For his mind was never upon his work, but on some invention-plan,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As with folded arms and his head bent down he wandered to and fro.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yet, he kept on workin' at various things, till our little money went</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For wheels and screws and metal casts and things I had never seen;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I ceased to ask, "Any pay, my dear?" with the answer, "Not a cent!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When his lock and his patent-saw had failed, he clung to that great machine.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I remember one special thing that year. He had bought some costly tool,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When we wanted our boy to learn to read—he was five years old, you know;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He went to his class with cold, bare feet, till at last he came from school</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And gravely said, "Don't send me back; the children tease me so!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I hadn't the heart to cross the child, so, while I sat and sewed</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He would rock his little sister in the cradle at my side;</span><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when the struggle was hardest and I felt keen hunger's goad</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Driving me almost to despair—the little baby died.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her father came to the cradle-side, as she lay, so small and white;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Maggie," he said, "I have killed this child, and now I am killing you!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I swear by heaven, I will give it up!" Yet, like a thief, that night</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He stole to the shop and worked; his brow all wet with a clammy dew.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I cannot tell how I lived that week, my little boy and I,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Too proud to beg; too weak to work; and the weather cold and wild.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I can only think of one dark night when the rain poured from the sky,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the wind went wailing round the house, like the ghost of my buried child.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Joe still toiled in the little shop. Somebody clicked the gate;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A neighbor-lad brought in the mail and laid it on the floor,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I sat half-stunned by my heavy grief crouched over the empty grate,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till I heard—the crack of a pistol-shot; and I sprang to the workshop door.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That door was locked and the bolt shut fast. I could not cry, nor speak,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But I snatched my boy from the corner there, sick with a sudden dread,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And carried him out through the garden plot, forgetting my arms were weak,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Forgetting the rainy torrent that beat on my bare young head;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The front door yielded to my touch. I staggered faintly in,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fearing—<i>what</i>? He stood unharmed, though the wall showed a jagged hole.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In his trembling hand, his aim had failed, and the great and deadly sin</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of his own life's blood was not yet laid on the poor man's tortured soul.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But the pistol held another charge, I knew; and like something mad</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I shook my fist in my poor man's face, and shrieked at him, fierce and wild,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"How can you dare to rob us so?"—and I seized the little lad;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"How can you dare to rob your wife and your little helpless child?"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All of a sudden, he bowed his head, while from his nerveless hand</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That hung so limp, I almost feared to see the pistol fall.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Maggie," he said in a low, low voice, "you see me as I stand</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A hopeless man. My plan has failed. That letter tells you all."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then for a moment the house was still as ever the house of death;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Only the drip of the rain outside, for the storm was almost o'er;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But no;—there followed another sound, and I started, caught my breath;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As a stalwart man with a heavy step came in at the open door.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I shall always think him an angel sent from heaven in a human guise;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He must have guessed our awful state; he couldn't help but see</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There was something wrong; but never a word, never a look in his eyes</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Told what he thought, as in kindly way he talked to Joe and me.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14"></a></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He was come from a thriving city firm, and they'd sent him here to say</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That <i>one</i> of Joe's inventions was a great, successful thing;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And which do you think? His window-catch that he'd tinkered up one day;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And we were to have a good per cent on the sum that each would bring.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then the pleasant stranger went, and we wakened as from a dream.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">My man bent down his head and said, "Little woman, you've saved my life!"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The worn look gone from his dear gray eyes, and in its place, a gleam</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From the sun that has shone so brightly since, on Joe and his happy wife!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Jeannie Pendleton Ewing.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Two_Glasses" id="The_Two_Glasses"></a>The Two Glasses</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>There sat two glasses filled to the brim</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On a rich man's table, rim to rim,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>One was ruddy and red as blood,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And one was clear as the crystal flood.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Said the Glass of Wine to his paler brother:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Let us tell tales of the past to each other;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I can tell of banquet and revel and mirth,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where I was king, for I ruled in might;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the proudest and grandest souls of earth</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Fell under my touch, as though struck with blight.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From the heads of kings I have torn the crown;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From the heights of fame I have hurled men down.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I have blasted many an honored name;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I have taken virtue and given shame;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I have tempted youth with a sip, a taste,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That has made his future a barren waste.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Far greater than any king am I,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or than any army beneath the sky.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I have made the arm of the driver fail,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And sent the train from the iron rail.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I have made good ships go down at sea.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the shrieks of the lost were sweet to me.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Fame, strength, wealth, genius before me fall;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And my might and power are over all!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ho, ho, pale brother," said the Wine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Can you boast of deeds as great as mine?"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Said the Water Glass: "I cannot boast</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of a king dethroned, or a murdered host;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I can tell of hearts that were sad,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By my crystal drops made bright and glad;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of thirsts I have quenched and brows I have laved,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of hands I have cooled, and souls I have saved.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I have leaped through the valley, dashed down the mountain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Slipped from the sunshine, and dripped from the fountain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I have burst my cloud-fetters, and dropped from the sky,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And everywhere gladdened the prospect and eye;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I have eased the hot forehead of fever and pain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I have made the parched meadows grow fertile with grain.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I can tell of the powerful wheel of the mill,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That ground out the flour, and turned at my will.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I can tell of manhood debased by you</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That I have uplifted and crowned anew;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I cheer, I help, I strengthen and aid,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I gladden the heart of man and maid;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I set the wine-chained captive free,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And all are better for knowing me."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>These are the tales they told each other,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Glass of Wine, and its paler brother,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As they sat together, filled to the brim,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On a rich man's table, rim to rim.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Ella Wheeler Wilcox.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Abraham_Lincoln" id="Abraham_Lincoln"></a>Abraham Lincoln</h2> + +<h4>(<i>Written after Lincoln's death by Tom Taylor, famous cartoonist of the +London "Punch."</i>)</h4> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><i>You</i> lay a wreath on murdered Lincoln's bier!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>You</i>, who with mocking pencil wont to trace,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Broad for the self-complacent British sneer,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">His length of shambling limb, his furrowed face,</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His gaunt, gnarled hands, his unkempt, bristling hair,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">His garb uncouth, his bearing ill at ease,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His lack of all we prize as debonair,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of power or will to shine, of art to please!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>You</i>, whose smart pen backed up the pencil's laugh,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Judging each step, as though the way were plain;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Reckless, so it could point its paragraph,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of chief's perplexity, or people's pain!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Beside this corpse, that bears for winding-sheet</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Stars and Stripes he lived to rear anew,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Between the mourners at his head and feet—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Say, scurril jester, is there room for you?</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yes, he had lived to shame me from my sneer—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To lame my pencil and confute my pen—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To make me own this hind, of princes peer,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">This rail-splitter, a true-born king of men.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My shallow judgment I had learned to rue,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Noting how to occasion's height he rose;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How his quaint wit made home-truth seem more true,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">How, iron-like, his temper grew by blows;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How humble, yet how hopeful he could be;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">How in good fortune and in ill the same;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nor bitter in success, nor boastful he,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thirsty for gold, nor feverish for fame.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He went about his work—such work as few</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ever had laid on head, and heart, and hand—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As one who knows where there's a task to do,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Man's honest will must Heaven's good grace command;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who trusts the strength will with the burden grow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That God makes instruments to work His will,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If but that will we can arrive to know,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor tamper with the weights of good and ill.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So he went forth to battle, on the side</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That he felt clear was Liberty's and Right's,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As in his peasant boyhood he had plied</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">His warfare with rude nature's thwarting mights;—</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The uncleared forest, the unbroken soil,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The iron bark that turns the lumberer's axe,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The rapid, that o'erbears the boatman's toil,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The prairie, hiding the mazed wanderer's tracks,</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The ambushed Indian and the prowling bear—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Such were the needs that helped his youth to train:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Rough culture—but such trees large fruit may bear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">If but their stocks be of right girth and grain.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So he grew up, a destined work to do,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And lived to do it: four long, suffering years</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ill-fate, ill-feeling, ill-report, lived through,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And then he heard the hisses change to cheers,</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The taunts to tribute, the abuse to praise,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And took both with the same unwavering mood;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till, as he came on light, from darkling days,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And seemed to touch the goal from where he stood,</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A felon hand, between the goal and him,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beached from behind his back, a trigger prest—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And those perplexed and patient eyes were dim,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Those gaunt, long-laboring limbs were laid to rest!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The words of mercy were upon his lips,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Forgiveness in his heart and on his pen,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When this vile murderer brought swift eclipse</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To thoughts of peace on earth, goodwill to men.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Old World and the New, from sea to sea,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Utter one voice of sympathy and shame!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sore heart, so stopped when it at last beat high;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sad life, cut short as its triumph came!</span></td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Old_Clock_on_the_Stairs" id="The_Old_Clock_on_the_Stairs"></a>The Old Clock on the Stairs</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Somewhat back from the village street</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Stands the old-fashioned country-seat;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Across its antique portico</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tall poplar trees their shadows throw;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, from its station in the hall,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An ancient timepiece says to all,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">"Forever—never!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Never—forever!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Half-way up the stairs it stands,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And points and beckons with its hands,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From its case of massive oak,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like a monk who, under his cloak,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Crosses himself, and sighs, alas!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With sorrowful voice to all who pass,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">"Forever—never!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Never—forever!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By day its voice is low and light;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But in the silent dead of night,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Distinct as a passing footstep's fall,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It echoes along the vacant hall,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Along the ceiling, along the floor,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And seems to say at each chamber door,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">"Forever—never!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Never—forever!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Through days of sorrow and of mirth,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Through days of death and days of birth,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Through every swift vicissitude</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of changeful time, unchanged it has stood,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And as if, like God, it all things saw,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It calmly repeats those words of awe,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">"Forever—never!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Never—forever!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In that mansion used to be</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Free-hearted Hospitality;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His great fires up the chimney roared;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The stranger feasted at his board;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But, like the skeleton at the feast,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That warning timepiece never ceased,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">"Forever—never!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Never—forever!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There groups of merry children played;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There youths and maidens dreaming strayed;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, precious hours! oh, golden prime</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And affluence of love and time!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Even as a miser counts his gold,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Those hours the ancient timepiece told,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">"Forever—never!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Never—forever!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From that chamber, clothed in white,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The bride came forth on her wedding night;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There, in that silent room below,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The dead lay, in his shroud of snow;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, in the hush that followed the prayer,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Was heard the old clock on the stair,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">"Forever—never!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Never—forever!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All are scattered, now, and fled,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Some are married, some are dead;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when I ask, with throbs of pain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Ah! when shall they all meet again?"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As in the days long since gone by,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The ancient timepiece makes reply,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">"Forever—never!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Never-forever!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Never here, forever there,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where all parting, pain, and care,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And death, and time, shall disappear,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Forever there, but never here!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The horologe of Eternity</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sayeth this incessantly,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">"Forever—never!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Never—forever!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>H.W. Longfellow.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h2><a name="Christ_in_Flanders" id="Christ_in_Flanders"></a>Christ in Flanders</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>We had forgotten You, or very nearly—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You did not seem to touch us very nearly—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of course we thought about You now and then;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Especially in any time of trouble—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We knew that you were good in time of trouble—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But we were very ordinary men.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And there were always other things to think of—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There's lots of things a man has got to think of—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">His work, his home, his pleasure, and his wife;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And so we only thought of You on Sunday—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sometimes, perhaps, not even on a Sunday—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because there's always lots to fill one's life.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, all the while, in street or lane or byway—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In country lane, in city street, or byway—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">You walked among us, and we did not see.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18"></a>Your feet were bleeding as You walked our pavements—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How did we miss Your footprints on our pavements?—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Can there be other folk as blind as we?</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now we remember; over here in Flanders—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>(It isn't strange to think of You in Flanders)—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">This hideous warfare seems to make things clear.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We never thought about You much in England—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But now that we are far away from England—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">We have no doubts, we know that You are here.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You helped us pass the jest along the trenches—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where, in cold blood, we waited in the trenches—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">You touched its ribaldry and made it fine.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You stood beside us in our pain and weakness—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We're glad to think You understand our weakness—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Somehow it seems to help us not to whine.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We think about You kneeling in the Garden—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ah, God, the agony of that dread Garden—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">We know You prayed for us upon the cross.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If anything could make us glad to bear it—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Twould be the knowledge that You willed to bear it—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pain—death—the uttermost of human loss.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Though we forgot You—You will not forget us—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We feel so sure that You will not forget us—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But stay with us until this dream is past.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And so we ask for courage, strength, and pardon—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Especially, I think, we ask for pardon—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And that You'll stand beside us to the last.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>L.W. in London "Spectator."</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="We_Are_Seven" id="We_Are_Seven"></a>We Are Seven</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 6em;">—A simple Child,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That lightly draws its breath,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And feels its life in every limb,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What should it know of death?</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I met a little cottage Girl:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She was eight years old, she said;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her hair was thick with many a curl</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That clustered round her head.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She had a rustic, woodland air,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And she was wildly clad:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her eyes were fair, and very fair;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>—Her beauty made me glad.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Sisters and brothers, little Maid,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How many may you be?"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"How many? Seven in all," she said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And wondering looked at me.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"And where are they? I pray you tell."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She answered, "Seven are we;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And two of us at Conway dwell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And two are gone to sea.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Two of us in the church-yard lie,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My sister and my brother;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, in the church-yard cottage, I</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Dwell near them with my mother."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"You say that two at Conway dwell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And two are gone to sea,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19"></a>Yet ye are seven!—I pray you tell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sweet Maid, how this may be."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then did the little Maid reply,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Seven boys and girls are we;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Two of us in the church-yard lie,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Beneath the church-yard tree."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"You run about, my little Maid,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Your limbs they are alive;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If two are in the church-yard laid,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then ye are only five."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Their graves are green, they may be seen,"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The little Maid replied,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Twelve steps or more from my mother's door,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And they are side by side.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"My stockings there I often knit,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My kerchief there I hem;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And there upon the ground I sit,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And sing a song to them.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"And often after sunset, Sir,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When it is light and fair,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I take my little porringer,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And eat my supper there.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"The first that died was sister Jane;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In bed she moaning lay,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till God released her of her pain;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then she went away.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"So in the church-yard she was laid;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, when the grass was dry,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Together round her grave we played,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My brother John and I.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"And when the ground was white with snow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I could run and slide,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My brother John was forced to go,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And he lies by her side."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"How many are you, then," said I,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"If they two are in heaven?"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Quick was the little Maid's reply,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"O Master! we are seven."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"But they are dead; those two are dead!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Their spirits are in heaven!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'T was throwing words away; for still</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The little Maid would have her will,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And said, "Nay, we are seven!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>William Wordsworth.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Echo" id="Echo"></a>Echo</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>"I asked of Echo, t'other day</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">(Whose words are often few and funny),</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What to a novice she could say</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of courtship, love and matrimony.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quoth Echo plainly,—'Matter-o'-money!'</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Whom should I marry? Should it be</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A dashing damsel, gay and pert,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A pattern of inconstancy;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or selfish, mercenary flirt?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quoth Echo, sharply,—'Nary flirt!'</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"What if, aweary of the strife</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That long has lured the dear deceiver,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She promise to amend her life,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sin no more; can I believe her?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quoth Echo, very promptly,—'Leave her!'</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"But if some maiden with a heart</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On me should venture to bestow it,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Pray should I act the wiser part</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To take the treasure or forego it?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quoth Echo, with decision,—'Go it!'</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"But what if, seemingly afraid</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To bind her fate in Hymen's fetter,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She vow she means to die a maid,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In answer to my loving letter?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quoth Echo, rather coolly,-'Let her!'</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20"></a>"What if, in spite of her disdain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I find my heart entwined about</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With Cupid's dear, delicious chain</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">So closely that I can't get out?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quoth Echo, laughingly,—'Get out!'</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"But if some maid with beauty blest,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As pure and fair as Heaven can make her,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Will share my labor and my rest</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till envious Death shall overtake her?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quoth Echo (sotto voce),—'Take her!'"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>John G. Saxe.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Engineers_Making_Love" id="Engineers_Making_Love"></a>Engineers Making Love</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>It's noon when Thirty-five is due,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' she comes on time like a flash of light,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' you hear her whistle "Too-tee-too!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Long 'fore the pilot swings in sight.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bill Madden's drivin' her in to-day,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' he's calling his sweetheart far away—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Gertrude Hurd lives down by the mill;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You might see her blushin'; she knows it's Bill.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Tudie, tudie! Toot-ee! Tudie, tudie! Tu!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Six-five, A.M. there's a local comes,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Makes up at Bristol, runnin' east;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' the way her whistle sings and hums</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Is a livin' caution to man and beast.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Every one knows who Jack White calls,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Little Lou Woodbury, down by the falls;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Summer or Winter, always the same,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She hears her lover callin' her name—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Lou-ie! Lou-ie! Lou-iee!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But at one fifty-one, old Sixty-four—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Boston express, runs east, clear through—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Drowns her rattle and rumble and roar</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With the softest whistle that ever blew.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' away on the furthest edge of town</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sweet Sue Winthrop's eyes of brown</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shine like the starlight, bright and clear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When she hears the whistle of Abel Gear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"You-oo! Su-u-u-u-u-e!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Along at midnight a freight comes in,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Leaves Berlin sometime—I don't know when;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But it rumbles along with a fearful din</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till it reaches the Y-switch there and then</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The clearest notes of the softest bell</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That out of a brazen goblet fell</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Wake Nellie Minton out of her dreams;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To her like a wedding-bell it seems—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Nell, Nell, Nell! Nell, Nell, Nell!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tom Willson rides on the right-hand side,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Givin' her steam at every stride;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' he touches the whistle, low an' clear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For Lulu Gray on the hill, to hear—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Lu-Lu! Loo-Loo! Loo-oo!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So it goes all day an' all night</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till the old folks have voted the thing a bore;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Old maids and bachelors say it ain't right</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For folks to do courtin' with such a roar.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But the engineers their kisses will blow</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From a whistle valve to the girls they know,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' stokers the name of their sweethearts tell;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With the "Too-too-too" and the swinging bell.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>R.J. Burdette.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> +<p><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21"></a></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Guilty_or_Not_Guilty" id="Guilty_or_Not_Guilty"></a>Guilty or Not Guilty</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>She stood at the bar of justice,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A creature wan and wild,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In form too small for a woman,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In features too old for a child;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For a look so worn and pathetic</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was stamped on her pale young face,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It seemed long years of suffering</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Must have left that silent trace.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Your name?" said the judge, as he eyed her</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With kindly look yet keen,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Is Mary McGuire, if you please, sir."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And your age?"—"I am turned fifteen."</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Well, Mary," and then from a paper</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He slowly and gravely read,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"You are charged here—I'm sorry to say it—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With stealing three loaves of bread.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"You look not like an offender,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I hope that you can show</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The charge to be false. Now, tell me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are you guilty of this, or no?"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A passionate burst of weeping</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was at first her sole reply.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But she dried her eyes in a moment,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And looked in the judge's eye.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I will tell you just how it was, sir:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">My father and mother are dead,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And my little brothers and sisters</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were hungry and asked me for bread.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>At first I earned it for them</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By working hard all day,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But somehow, times were bad, sir,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the work all fell away.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I could get no more employment.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The weather was bitter cold,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The young ones cried and shivered—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">(Little Johnny's but four years old)—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So what was I to do, sir?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I am guilty, but do not condemn.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I <i>took</i>—oh, was it <i>stealing?</i>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The bread to give to them."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Every man in the court-room—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gray-beard and thoughtless youth—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Knew, as he looked upon her,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That the prisoner spake the truth;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Out from their pockets came kerchiefs,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Out from their eyes sprung tears,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And out from their old faded wallets</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Treasures hoarded for years.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The judge's face was a study,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The strangest you ever saw,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As he cleared his throat and murmured</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Something</i> about the <i>law</i>;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For one so learned in such matters,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">So wise in dealing with men,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He seemed, on a simple question,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sorely puzzled, just then.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But no one blamed him or wondered,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When at last these words he heard,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"The sentence of this young prisoner</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is, for the present, deferred."</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And no one blamed him or wondered</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When he went to her and smiled</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And tenderly led from the court-room,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Himself, the "guilty" child.</span></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Baby" id="The_Baby"></a>The Baby</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Where did you come from, baby dear?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>Out of the everywhere into the here.</i></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where did you get your eyes so blue?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>Out of the sky as I came through.</i></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>Some of the starry spikes left in.</i></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where did you get that little tear?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>I found it waiting when I got here.</i></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What makes your forehead so smooth and high?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>A soft hand stroked it as I went by.</i></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>Something better than anyone knows.</i></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>Three angels gave me at once a kiss.</i></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where did you get that pearly ear?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>God spoke, and it came out to hear.</i></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where did you get those arms and hands?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>Love made itself into hooks and bands.</i></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>From the same box as the cherubs' wings.</i></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How did they all just come to be you?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>God thought about me, and so I grew.</i></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But how did you come to us, you dear?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>God thought of you, and so I am here.</i></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>George Macdonald.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Song_of_the_Sea" id="Song_of_the_Sea"></a>Song of the Sea</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>The sea! the sea! the open sea!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The blue, the fresh, the ever free!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Without a mark, without a bound,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It runneth the earth's wide regions round;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or like a cradled creature lies.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'm on the sea! I'm on the sea!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I am where I would ever be;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With the blue above and the blue below,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And silence wheresoe'er I go.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If a storm should come and awake the deep</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What matter? <i>I</i> shall ride and sleep.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I love, oh, how I love to ride</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When every mad wave drowns the moon,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or whistles aloud his tempest tune,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And tells how goeth the world below,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And why the southwest blasts do blow.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I never was on the dull, tame shore,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I loved the great sea more and more,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And back I flew to her billowy breast,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like a bird that seeketh its mother's nest;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And a mother she <i>was</i>, and <i>is</i>, to me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For I was born on the open sea!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I've lived, since then, in calm and strife,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Full fifty summers a sailor's life,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With wealth to spend and a power to range,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But never have sought nor sighed for change;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Death, whenever he comes to me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shall come on the wild, unbounded sea.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Barry Cornwall.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Diffidence" id="Diffidence"></a>Diffidence</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>"I'm after axin', Biddy dear—"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And here he paused a while</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To fringe his words the merest mite</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With something of a smile—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A smile that found its image</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a face of beauteous mold,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Whose liquid eyes were peeping</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From a broidery of gold.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I've come to ax ye, Biddy dear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">If—" then he stopped again,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As if his heart had bubbled o'er</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And overflowed his brain.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His lips were twitching nervously</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O'er what they had to tell,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And timed the quavers with the eyes</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That gently rose and fell.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I've come—" and then he took her hands</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And held them in his own,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"To ax—" and then he watched the buds</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That on her cheeks had blown,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Me purty dear—" and then he heard<a name="Page_23" id="Page_23"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The throbbing of her heart,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That told how love had entered in</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And claimed its every part.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Och! don't be tazin' me," said she,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With just the faintest sigh,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I've sinse enough to see you've come,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But what's the reason why?"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"To ax—" and once again the tongue</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Forbore its sweets to tell,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"To ax—<i>if Mrs. Mulligan,</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Has any pigs to sell</i>."</span></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Curfew_Must_Not_Ring_To-night" id="Curfew_Must_Not_Ring_To-night"></a>Curfew Must Not Ring To-night</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Slowly England's sun was setting o'er the hilltops far away,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Filling all the land with beauty at the close of one sad day,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the last rays kissed the forehead of a man and maiden fair,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He with footsteps slow and weary, she with sunny floating hair;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He with bowed head, sad and thoughtful, she with lips all cold and white,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Struggling to keep back the murmur, "Curfew must not ring to-night."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Sexton," Bessie's white lips faltered, pointing to the prison old,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With its turrets tall and gloomy, with its walls dark, damp and cold,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I've a lover in that prison, doomed this very night to die</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>At the ringing of the curfew, and no earthly help is nigh;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Cromwell will not come till sunset," and her lips grew strangely white</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As she breathed the husky whisper: "Curfew must not ring to-night."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Bessie," calmly spoke the sexton—every word pierced her young heart</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like the piercing of an arrow, like a deadly poisoned dart,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Long, long years I've rung the curfew from that gloomy shadowed tower;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Every evening, just at sunset, it has told the twilight hour;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I have done my duty ever, tried to do it just and right;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now I'm old I will not falter,—curfew, it must ring to-night."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Wild her eyes and pale her features, stern and white her thoughtful brow.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As within her secret bosom Bessie made a solemn vow.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She had listened while the judges read without a tear or sigh:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"At the ringing of the curfew, Basil Underwood must die."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And her breath came fast and faster, and her eyes grew large and bright;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In an undertone she murmured, "Curfew must not ring to-night."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With quick step she bounded forward, sprung within the old church door,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Left the old man treading slowly paths so oft he'd trod before;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Not one moment paused the maiden, but with eye and cheek aglow</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mounted up the gloomy tower, where the bell swung to and fro,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As she climbed the dusty ladder on which fell no ray of light,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Up and up,—her white lips saying: "Curfew must not ring to-night."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She has reached the topmost ladder; o'er her hangs the great, dark bell;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Awful is the gloom beneath her, like the pathway down to hell.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lo, the ponderous tongue is swinging—'tis the hour of curfew now,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the sight has chilled her bosom, stopped her breath and paled her brow.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shall she let it ring? No, never! flash her eyes with sudden light,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24"></a>As she springs and grasps it firmly—"Curfew shall not ring to-night!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Out she swung—far out; the city seemed a speck of light below,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There 'twixt heaven and earth suspended as the bell swung to and fro;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the sexton at the bell-rope, old and deaf, heard not the bell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sadly thought, "That twilight curfew rang young Basil's funeral knell."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Still the maiden clung more firmly, and with trembling lips so white,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Said, to hush her heart's wild throbbing: "Curfew shall not ring to-night."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It was o'er; the bell ceased swaying, and the maiden stepped once more</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Firmly on the dark old ladder where, for hundred years before</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Human foot had not been planted. The brave deed that she had done</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Should be told long ages after; as the rays of setting sun</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Crimson all the sky with beauty, aged sires with heads of white,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tell the eager, listening children, "Curfew did not ring that night."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O'er the distant hills came Cromwell; Bessie sees him, and her brow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lately white with fear and anguish, has no anxious traces now.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>At his feet she tells her story, shows her hands all bruised and torn;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And her face so sweet and pleading, yet with sorrow pale and worn,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Touched his heart with sudden pity, lit his eyes with misty light:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Go! your lover lives," said Cromwell, "Curfew shall not ring to-night."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Wide they flung the massive portal; led the prisoner forth to die,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All his bright young life before him. 'Neath the darkening English sky</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bessie comes with flying footsteps, eyes aglow with love-light sweet;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Kneeling on the turf beside him, lays his pardon at his feet.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In his brave, strong arms he clasped her, kissed the face upturned and white,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Whispered, "Darling, you have saved me—curfew will not ring to-night."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Rose Hartwick Thorpe.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Kate_Shelly" id="Kate_Shelly"></a>Kate Shelly</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Have you heard how a girl saved the lightning express—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of Kate Shelly, whose father was killed on the road?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Were he living to-day, he'd be proud to possess</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Such a daughter as Kate. Ah! 'twas grit that she showed</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On that terrible evening when Donahue's train</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Jumped the bridge and went down, in the darkness and rain.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She was only eighteen, but a woman in size,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a figure as graceful and lithe as a doe,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With peach-blossom cheeks, and with violet eyes,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And teeth and complexion like new-fallen snow;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With a nature unspoiled and unblemished by art—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With a generous soul, and a warm, noble heart!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Tis evening—the darkness is dense and profound;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Men linger at home by their bright-blazing fires;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The wind wildly howls with a horrible sound,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And shrieks through the vibrating telegraph wires;</span><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The fierce lightning flashes along the dark sky;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The rain falls in torrents; the river rolls by.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The scream of a whistle; the rush of a train!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sound of a bell! a mysterious light</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That flashes and flares through the fast falling rain!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A rumble! a roar! shrieks of human affright!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The falling of timbers! the space of a breath!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A splash in the river; then darkness and death!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Kate Shelly recoils at the terrible crash;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sounds of destruction she happens to hear;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She springs to the window—she throws up the sash,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And listens and looks with a feeling of fear.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The tall tree-tops groan, and she hears the faint cry</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of a drowning man down in the river near by.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her heart feebly flutters, her features grow wan,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And then through her soul in a moment there flies</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A forethought that gives her the strength of a man—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">She turns to her trembling old mother and cries:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I must save the express—'twill be here in an hour!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then out through the door disappears in the shower.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She flies down the track through the pitiless rain;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">She reaches the river—the water below</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Whirls and seethes through the timbers. She shudders again;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The bridge! To Moingona, God help me to go!"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then closely about her she gathers her gown</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And on the wet ties with a shiver sinks down.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then carefully over the timbers she creeps</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On her hands and knees, almost holding her breath.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The loud thunder peals and the wind wildly sweeps,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And struggles to hurry her downward to death;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But the thought of the train to destruction so near</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Removes from her soul every feeling of fear.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With the blood dripping down from each torn, bleeding limb,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Slowly over the timbers her dark way she feels;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her fingers grow numb and her head seems to swim;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her strength is fast failing—she staggers! she reels!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She falls—Ah! the danger is over at last,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her feet touch the earth, and the long bridge is passed!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In an instant new life seems to come to her form;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">She springs to her feet and forgets her despair.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On, on to Moingona! she faces the storm,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">She reaches the station—the keeper is there,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Save the lightning express! No—hang out the red light!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26"></a>There's death on the bridge at the river to-night!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Out flashes the signal-light, rosy and red;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then sounds the loud roar of the swift-coming train,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The hissing of steam, and there, brightly ahead,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The gleam of a headlight illumines the rain.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Down brakes!" shrieks the whistle, defiant and shrill;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She heeds the red signal—she slackens, she's still!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ah! noble Kate Shelly, your mission is done;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your deed that dark night will not fade from our gaze;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An endless renown you have worthily won;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let the nation be just, and accord you its praise,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Let your name, let your fame, and your courage declare</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">What a <i>woman</i> can do, and a <i>woman</i> can dare!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Eugene J. Hall.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Theres_But_One_Pair_of_Stockings_to_Mend_To-Night" id="Theres_But_One_Pair_of_Stockings_to_Mend_To-Night"></a>There's But One Pair of Stockings to Mend To-Night</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>An old wife sat by her bright fireside,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Swaying thoughtfully to and fro</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In an easy chair, whose creaky craw</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Told a tale of long ago;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While down by her side, on the kitchen floor,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Stood a basket of worsted balls—a score.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The good man dozed o'er the latest news</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till the light in his pipe went out;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, unheeded, the kitten with cunning paws</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rolled and tangled the balls about;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yet still sat the wife in the ancient chair,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Swaying to and fro in the fire-light glare.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But anon, a misty teardrop came</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In her eyes of faded blue,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then trickled down in a furrow deep</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like a single drop of dew;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So deep was the channel—so silent the stream—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That the good man saw naught but the dimmed eye-beam.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yet marveled he much that the cheerful light</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of her eye had heavy grown,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And marveled he more at the tangled balls,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">So he said in a gentle tone:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I have shared thy joys since our marriage vow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Conceal not from me thy sorrows now."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then she spoke of the time when the basket there</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was filled to the very brim;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And now, there remained of the goodly pile</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But a single pair—for him;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Then wonder not at the dimmed eye-light,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There's but one pair of stockings to mend to-night.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I cannot but think of the busy feet</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose wrappings were wont to lay</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In the basket, awaiting the needle's time—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now wandering so far away;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How the sprightly steps to a mother dear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Unheeded fell on the careless ear.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"For each empty nook in the basket old</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By the hearth there's a vacant seat;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I miss the shadows from off the wall,<a name="Page_27" id="Page_27"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the patter of many feet;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Tis for this that a tear gathered over my sight,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>At the one pair of stockings to mend to-night.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"'Twas said that far through the forest wild,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And over the mountains bold,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Was a land whose rivers and darkening caves</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were gemmed with the rarest gold;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then my first-born turned from the oaken door—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I knew the shadows were only four.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Another went forth on the foaming wave,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And diminished the basket's store;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But his feet grew cold—so weary and cold,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They'll never be warm any more.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And this nook, in its emptiness, seemeth to me</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To give forth no voice but the moan of the sea.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Two others have gone toward the setting sun,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And made them a home in its light,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And fairy fingers have taken their share,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To mend by the fireside bright;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Some other baskets their garments will fill—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But mine, ah, mine is emptier still.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Another—the dearest, the fairest, the best—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was taken by angels away,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And clad in a garment that waxeth not old,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a land of continual day;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh! wonder no more at the dimmed eye-light,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When I mend the one pair of stockings to-night."</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Young_Man_Waited" id="The_Young_Man_Waited"></a>The Young Man Waited</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>In the room below the young man sat,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With an anxious face and a white cravat,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A throbbing heart and a silken hat,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And various other things like that</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which he had accumulated.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the maid of his heart was up above</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Surrounded by hat and gown and glove,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And a thousand things which women love,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But no man knoweth the names thereof—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the young man sat and—waited.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You will scarce believe the things I tell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But the truth thereof I know full well,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though how may not be stated;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I swear to you that the maiden took</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A sort of half-breed, thin stove-hook,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And heated it well in the gaslight there.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And thrust it into her head, or hair.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then she took something off the bed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And hooked it onto her hair, or head,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And piled it high, and piled it higher,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And drove it home with staples of wire!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the young man anxiously—waited.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then she took a thing she called a "puff"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And some very peculiar whitish stuff,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And using about a half a peck,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She spread it over her face and neck,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">(Deceit was a thing she hated!)</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And she looked as fair as a lilied bower,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or a pound of lard or a sack of flour;—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the young man wearily—waited.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then she took a garment of awful shape</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And it wasn't a waist, nor yet a cape,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28"></a>But it looked like a piece of ancient mail,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or an instrument from a Russian jail,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then with a fearful groan and gasp,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She squeezed herself in its deathly clasp—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">So fair and yet so fated!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then with a move like I don't know what,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She tied it on with a double knot;—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the young man wofully—waited.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then she put on a dozen different things,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A mixture of buttons and hooks and strings,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till she strongly resembled a notion store;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then, taking some seventeen pins or more,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She thrust them into her ruby lips,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then stuck them around from waist to hips,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And never once hesitated.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the maiden didn't know, perhaps,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That the man below had had seven naps,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And that now he sleepily—waited.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then she tried to put on her hat,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ah me, a trying ordeal was that!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She tipped it high and she tried it low,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But every way that the thing would go</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Only made her more agitated.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It wouldn't go straight and it caught her hair,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And she wished she could hire a man to swear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But alas, the only man lingering there</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was the one who wildly—waited.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then before she could take her leave,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She had to puff up her monstrous sleeve.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then a little dab here and a wee pat there.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And a touch or two to her hindmost hair,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then around the room with the utmost care</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">She thoughtfully circulated.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then she seized her gloves and a chamoiskin,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Some breath perfume and a long stickpin,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A bonbon box and a cloak and some</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Eau-de-cologne and chewing-gum,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her opera glass and sealskin muff,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A fan and a heap of other stuff;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then she hurried down, but ere she spoke,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Something about the maiden broke.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So she scurried back to the winding stair,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the young man looked in wild despair,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And then he—evaporated.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Edmund Vance Cooke.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Invictus" id="Invictus"></a>Invictus</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Out of the night that covers me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Black as the Pit from pole to pole,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I thank whatever gods may be</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For my unconquerable soul.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In the fell clutch of circumstance</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I have not winced nor cried aloud.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Under the bludgeonings of chance</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">My head is bloody, but unbowed.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Beyond this place of wrath and tears</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Looms but the Horror of the shade,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And yet the menace of the years</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It matters not how strait the gate,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">How charged with punishments the scroll,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I am the master of my fate;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I am the captain of my soul.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>William E. Henley.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29"></a></td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Katie_Lee_and_Willie_Grey" id="Katie_Lee_and_Willie_Grey"></a>Katie Lee and Willie Grey</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Two brown heads with tossing curls,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Red lips shutting over pearls,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bare feet, white and wet with dew,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Two eyes black, and two eyes blue;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Little girl and boy were they,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Katie Lee and Willie Grey.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They were standing where a brook,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bending like a shepherd's crook,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Flashed its silver, and thick ranks</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of willow fringed its mossy banks;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Half in thought, and half in play,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Katie Lee and Willie Grey.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They had cheeks like cherries red;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He was taller—'most a head;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She, with arms like wreaths of snow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Swung a basket to and fro</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As she loitered, half in play,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Chattering to Willie Grey.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Pretty Katie," Willie said—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And there came a dash of red</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Through the brownness of his cheek—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Boys are strong and girls are weak,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I'll carry, so I will,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Katie's basket up the hill."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Katie answered with a laugh,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"You shall carry only half";</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then, tossing back her curls,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Boys are weak as well as girls."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Do you think that Katie guessed</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Half the wisdom she expressed?</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Men are only boys grown tall;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hearts don't change much, after all;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when, long years from that day,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Katie Lee and Willie Grey</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Stood again beside the brook,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bending like a shepherd's crook,—</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Is it strange that Willie said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While again a dash of red</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Crossed the brownness of his cheek,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I am strong and you are weak;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Life is but a slippery steep,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hung with shadows cold and deep.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Will you trust me, Katie dear,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Walk beside me without fear?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>May I carry, if I will,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All your burdens up the hill?"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And she answered, with a laugh,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"No, but you may carry half."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Close beside the little brook,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bending like a shepherd's crook,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Washing with its silver hands</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Late and early at the sands,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Is a cottage, where to-day</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Katie lives with Willie Grey.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In a porch she sits, and lo!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Swings a basket to and fro—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Vastly different from the one</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That she swung in years agone,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>This</i>is long and deep and wide,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And has—<i>rockers at the side</i>.</td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Abou_Ben_Adhem" id="Abou_Ben_Adhem"></a>Abou Ben Adhem</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Abou Ben Adhem—may his tribe increase!—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And saw, within the moonlight in his room,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An angel, writing in a book of gold.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And to the Presence in the room he said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"What writest thou?" The vision raised its head,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, with a look made all of sweet accord,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Replied the angel.—Abou spoke more low,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30"></a>But cheerily still; and said, "I pray thee, then,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Write me as one that loves his fellow-men."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It came again, with a great wakening light,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And showed the names whom love of God had blessed:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Leigh Hunt.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="In_School-Days" id="In_School-Days"></a>In School-Days</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Still sits the school-house by the road,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A ragged beggar sunning;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Around it still the sumachs grow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And blackberry vines are running.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Within, the master's desk is seen,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Deep scarred by raps official;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The warping floor, the battered seats,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The jack-knife's carved initial;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The charcoal frescoes on its wall;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Its door's worn sill, betraying</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The feet that, creeping slow to school,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Went storming out to playing!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Long years ago a winter sun</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shone over it at setting;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lit up its western window-panes,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And low eaves' icy fretting.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It touched the tangled golden curls,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And brown eyes full of grieving,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of one who still her steps delayed</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When all the school were leaving.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For near her stood the little boy</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her childish favor singled:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His cap pulled low upon a face</td></tr> + +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where pride and shame were mingled.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Pushing with restless feet the snow</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To right and left, he lingered;—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As restlessly her tiny hands</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The blue-checked apron fingered.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He saw her lift her eyes; he felt</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The soft hand's light caressing,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And heard the tremble of her voice,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As if a fault confessing.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I'm sorry that I spelt the word:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I hate to go above you,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Because,"—the brown eyes lower fell,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Because, you see, I love you!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Still memory to a gray-haired man</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That sweet child-face is showing.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Dear girl: the grasses on her grave</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Have forty years been growing!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He lives to learn, in life's hard school,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">How few who pass above him</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lament their triumph and his loss,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like her,—because they love him.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>John Greenleaf Whittier.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Mothers_Fool" id="Mothers_Fool"></a>Mother's Fool</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>"Tis plain to see," said a farmer's wife,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"These boys will make their mark in life;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They were never made to handle a hoe,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And at once to a college ought to go;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There's Fred, he's little better than a fool,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But John and Henry must go to school."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Well, really, wife," quoth Farmer Brown,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As he set his mug of cider down,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Fred does more work in a day for me</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Than both his brothers do in three.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Book larnin' will never plant one's corn,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nor hoe potatoes, sure's you're born;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nor mend a rod of broken fence—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For my part, give me common sense."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But his wife was bound the roost to rule,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31"></a>And John and Henry were sent to school,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While Fred, of course, was left behind,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Because his mother said he had no mind.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Five years at school the students spent;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then into business each one went.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>John learned to play the flute and fiddle,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And parted his hair, of course, in the middle;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While his brother looked rather higher than he,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And hung out a sign, "H. Brown, M.D."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Meanwhile, at home, their brother Fred</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Had taken a notion into his head;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But he quietly trimmed his apple trees,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And weeded onions and planted peas,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While somehow or other, by hook or crook,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He managed to read full many a book;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Until at last his father said</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He was getting "book larnin'" into his head;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"But for all that," added Farmer Brown,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"He's the smartest boy there is in town."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The war broke out, and Captain Fred</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A hundred men to battle led,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when the rebel flag came down,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Went marching home as General Brown.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But he went to work on the farm again,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And planted corn and sowed his grain;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He shingled the barn and mended the fence,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till people declared he had common sense.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now common sense was very rare,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the State House needed a portion there;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So the "family dunce" moved into town—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The people called him Governor Brown;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the brothers who went to the city school</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Came home to live with "mother's fool."</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Kentucky_Philosophy" id="Kentucky_Philosophy"></a>Kentucky Philosophy</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>You Wi'yam, cum 'ere, suh, dis instunce.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wu' dat you got under dat box?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I do' want no foolin'—you hear me?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wut you say? Ain't nu'h'n but <i>rocks</i>?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Peah ter me you's owdashus p'ticler. S'posin' dey's uv a new kine.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'll des take a look at dem rocks. Hi yi! der you think dat I's bline?</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>I</i> calls dat a plain water-million, you scamp, en I knows whah it growed;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It come fum de Jimmerson cawn fiel', dah on ter side er de road.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You stole it, you rascal—you stole it! I watched you fum down in de lot.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>En time I gets th'ough wid you, nigger, you won't eb'n be a grease spot!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'll fix you. Mirandy! Mir<i>an</i>dy! go cut me a hick'ry—make 'ase!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>En cut me de toughes' en keenes' you c'n fine anywhah on de place.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'll larn you, Mr. Wi'yam Joe Vetters, ter steal en ter lie, you young sinner,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Disgracin' yo' ole Christian mammy, en makin' her leave cookin' dinner!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now ain't you ashamed er yo'se'lf sur? I is, I's 'shamed you's my son!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>En de holy accorjan angel he's 'shamed er wut you has done;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>En he's tuk it down up yander in coal-black, blood-red letters—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"One water-million stoled by Wi'yam Josephus Vetters."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>En wut you s'posen Brer Bascom, yo' teacher at Sunday school,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Ud say ef he knowed how you's broke de good Lawd's Gol'n Rule?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Boy, whah's de raisin' I give you? Is you boun' fuh ter be a black villiun?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I's s'prised dat a chile er yo mammy 'ud steal any man's water-million.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>En I's now gwinter cut it right open, en you shain't have nary bite,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Fuh a boy who'll steal water-millions—en dat in de day's broad light—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ain't—<i>Lawdy!</i> it's <i>green! </i>Mirandy!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mi-ran-dy! come on wi' dat switch!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Well, stealin' a g-r-e-e-n water-million! who ever yeered tell er des sich?</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Cain't tell w'en dey's ripe? W'y you thump 'um, en w'en dey go pank dey is green;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But w'en dey go <i>punk</i>, now you mine me, dey's ripe—en dat's des wut I mean.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>En nex' time you hook water-millions— <i>you</i> heered me, you ign'ant, you hunk,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ef you do' want a lickin' all over, be sho dat dey allers go "punk"!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Harrison Robertson.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Give_Us_Men" id="Give_Us_Men"></a>Give Us Men</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>God give us men; a time like this demands</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Strong minds, great hearts, true faith and ready hands.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Men whom the lust of office cannot kill;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Men who possess opinions and a will;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Men who have honor; men who will not lie;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Men who can stand before a demagogue,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And brave his treacherous flatteries without winking;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In public duty and in private thinking;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For while the rabble, with its thumb-worn creeds,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Its large professions, and its little deeds,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mingle in selfish strife—lo! Freedom weeps,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Wrong rules the land, and waiting Justice sleeps.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>J.G. Holland.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Never_Trouble_Trouble" id="Never_Trouble_Trouble"></a>Never Trouble Trouble</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>My good man is a clever man, which no one will gainsay;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He lies awake to plot and plan 'gainst lions in the way,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While I, without a thought of ill, sleep sound enough for three,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For I never trouble trouble till trouble troubles me.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A holiday we never fix but he is sure 'twill rain;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when the sky is clear at six he knows it won't remain.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He is always prophesying ill to which I won't agree,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For I never trouble trouble till trouble troubles me.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The wheat will never show a top—but soon how green the field!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We will not harvest half a crop—yet have a famous yield!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It will not sell, it never will! but I will wait and see,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For I never trouble trouble till trouble troubles me.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We have a good share of worldly gear, and fortune seems secure,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yet my good man is full of fear—misfortune's coming sure!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He points me out the almshouse hill, but cannot make me see,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33"></a>For I never trouble trouble till trouble troubles me.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He has a sort of second sights and when the fit is strong,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He sees beyond the good and right the evil and the wrong.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Heaven's cop of joy he'll surely spill unless I with him be,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For I never trouble trouble till trouble troubles me.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Fannie Windsor.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="What_is_Good" id="What_is_Good"></a>What is Good</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>"What is the real good?" I asked in musing mood.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Order, said the law court;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Knowledge, said the school;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Truth, said the wise man;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Pleasure, said the fool;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Love, said the maiden;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Beauty, said the page;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Freedom, said the dreamer;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Home, said the sage;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Fame, said the soldier;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Equity, the seer.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Spake my heart full sadly:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"The answer is not here."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then within my bosom</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Softly this I heard:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Each heart holds the secret:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Kindness is the word."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>John Boyle O'Reilly.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Penny_Ye_Mean_to_Gie" id="The_Penny_Ye_Mean_to_Gie"></a>The Penny Ye Mean to Gie</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>There's a funny tale 'of a stingy man,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who was none too good but might have been worse,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who went to his church, on a Sunday night</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And carried along his well-filled purse.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the sexton came with the begging plate,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The church was but dim with the candle's light;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The stingy man fumbled all thro' his purse,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And chose a coin by touch and not by sight.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It's an odd thing now that guineas should be</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">So like unto pennies in shape and size.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I'll gie a penny," the stingy man said:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The poor must not gifts of pennies despise."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The penny fell down with a clatter and ring!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And back in his seat leaned the stingy man.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"The world is full of the poor," he thought,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I can't help them all—I give what I can."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ha! ha! how the sexton smiled, to be sure,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To see the gold guinea fall in the plate;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ha! ha! how the stingy man's heart was wrung,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Perceiving his blunder—but just too late!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"No matter," he said; "in the Lord's account</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That guinea of gold is set down to me—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They lend to him who give to the poor;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">It will not so bad an investment be."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Na, na, mon," the chuckling sexton cried out,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The Lord is na cheated—he kens thee well;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He knew it was only by accident</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That out o' thy fingers the guinea fell!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"He keeps an account, na doubt, for the puir;<a name="Page_34" id="Page_34"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But in that account He'll set down to thee</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Na mair o' that golden guinea, my mon,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than the one bare penny ye mean to gie!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There's comfort, too, in the little tale—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A serious side as well as a joke—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A comfort for all the generous poor</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the comical words the sexton spoke;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A comfort to think that the good Lord knows</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">How generous we really desire to be,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And will give us credit in his account,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For all the pennies we long "to gie."</span></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Leedle_Yawcob_Strauss" id="Leedle_Yawcob_Strauss"></a>Leedle Yawcob Strauss</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>I haf von funny leedle poy</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Vot gomes shust to my knee,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Der queerest schap, der createst rogue</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As efer you dit see.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He runs, und schumps, und schmashes dings</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In all barts off der house.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But vot off dot? He vas mine son,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mine leedle Yawcob Strauss.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He gets der measels und der mumbs,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Und eferyding dot's oudt;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He sbills mine glass off lager bier,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Poots schnuff indo mine kraut;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He fills mine pipe mit Limburg cheese—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dot vas der roughest chouse;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'd dake dot vrom no oder poy</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But leedle Yawcob Strauss.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He dakes der milkban for a dhrum,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Und cuts mine cane in dwo</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To make der schticks to beat it mit—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mine cracious, dot vas drue!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I dinks mine hed vas schplit abart</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He kicks oup sooch a touse;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But nefer mind der poys vas few</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like dot young Yawcob Strauss.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He asks me questions sooch as dese:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who baints mine nose so red?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who vos it cuts dot schmoodth blace oudt</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Vrom der hair ubon mine hed?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Und vhere der plaze goes vrom der lamp</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Vene'er der glim I douse?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How gan I all dese dings eggsblain</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To dot schmall Yawcob Strauss?</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I somedimes dink I schall go vild</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mit sooch a grazy poy,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Und vish vonce more I gould haf rest</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Und beaceful dimes enshoy.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But ven he vas asleep in ped,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">So quiet as a mouse,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I prays der Lord, "Dake any dings,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But leaf dot Yawcob Strauss."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Charles F. Adams.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="To-day1" id="To-day1"></a>To-day</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>We shall do so much in the years to come,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But what have we done to-day?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We shall give out gold in princely sum,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But what did we give to-day?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We shall lift the heart and dry the tear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We shall plant a hope in the place of fear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We shall speak with words of love and cheer,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But what have we done to-day?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We shall be so kind in the after while,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But what have we been to-day?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We shall bring to each lonely life a smile,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But what have we brought to-day?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We shall give to truth a grander birth,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And to steadfast faith a deeper worth,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We shall feed the hungering souls of earth,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But whom have we fed to-day?</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Nixon Waterman.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35"></a></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="So_Was_I" id="So_Was_I"></a>So Was I</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>My name is Tommy, an' I hates</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That feller of my sister Kate's,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He's bigger'n I am an' you see</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He's sorter lookin' down on me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' I resents it with a vim;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I think I am just as good as him.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He's older, an' he's mighty fly,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But's he's a kid, an' so am I.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>One time he came,—down by the gate,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I guess it must have been awful late,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' Katie, she was there, an' they</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Was feelin' very nice and gay,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' he was talkin' all the while</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>About her sweet an' lovin' smile,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' everythin' was as nice as pie,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' they was there, an' so was I.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They didn't see me, 'cause I slid</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Down underneath a bush, an' hid,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' he was sayin' that his love</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Was greater'n all the stars above</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Up in the glorious heavens placed;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' then His arms got 'round her waist,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' clouds were floatin' in the sky,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And they was there, an' so was I.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I didn't hear just all they said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But by an' by my sister's head</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Was droopin' on his shoulder, an'</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I seen him holdin' Katie's hand,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' then he hugged her closer, some,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' then I heerd a kiss—yum, yum;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' Katie blushed an' drew a sigh,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' sorter coughed,—an' so did I.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' then that feller looked around</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' seed me there, down on the ground,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An'—was he mad? well, betcher boots</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I gets right out of there an' scoots.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' he just left my sister Kate</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A-standin' right there by the gate;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' I seen blood was in his eye,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' he runned fast—an' so did I.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I runned the very best I could,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But he cotched up—I's 'fraid he would—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' then he said he'd teach me how</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To know my manners, he'd allow;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' then he shaked me awful. Gee!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He jest—he frashed the ground with me.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' then he stopped it by and by,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Cause he was tired—an' so was I,</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' then he went back to the gate</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' couldn't find my sister Kate</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Cause she went in to bed, while he</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Was runnin' 'round an' thumpin' me.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I got round in a shadder dim,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' made a face, an' guffed at him;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' then the moon larfed, in the sky,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Cause he was there, an' so was I.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Joseph Bert Smiley.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Is_It_Worth_While" id="Is_It_Worth_While"></a>Is It Worth While?</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Is it worth while that we jostle a brother.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bearing his load on the rough road of life?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Is it worth while that we jeer at each other</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In blackness of heart that we war to the knife?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">God pity us all in our pitiful strife.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>God pity as all as we jostle each other;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">God pardon us all for the triumph we feel</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When a fellow goes down 'neath his load on the heather,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pierced to the heart: Words are keener than steel,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And mightier far for woe than for weal,</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Were it not well, in this brief little journey</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On over the isthmus, down into the tide,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We give him a fish instead of a serpent,<a name="Page_36" id="Page_36"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ere folding the hands to be and abide</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Forever and aye in dust at his side?</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Look at the roses saluting each other;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Look at the herds all at peace on the plain;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Man, and man only, makes war on his brother,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And laughs in his heart at his peril and pain,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shamed by the beasts that go down on the plain.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Is it worth while that we battle to humble</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some poor fellow down into the dust?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>God pity us all! Time too soon will tumble</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">All of us together, like leaves in a gust,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Humbled, indeed, down into the dust.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Joaquin Miller.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Lifes_Mirror" id="Lifes_Mirror"></a>Life's Mirror</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>There are loyal hearts, there are spirits brave,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">There are souls that are pure and true;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then give to the world the best you have,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the best will come back to you.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Give love, and love to your life will flow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A strength in your utmost need;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Have faith, and a score of hearts will show</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their faith in your work and deed.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Give truth, and your gift will be paid in kind;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And honor will honor meet,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the smile which is sweet will surely find</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A smile that is just as sweet.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Give pity and sorrow to those who mourn;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">You will gather in flowers again</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The scattered seeds from your thought outborne,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though the sowing seemed in vain.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For life is the mirror of king and slave;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Tis just what we are and do;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then give to the world the best you have,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the best will come back to you.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Madeline S. Bridges.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Little_Black-Eyed_Rebel" id="The_Little_Black-Eyed_Rebel"></a>The Little Black-Eyed Rebel</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>A boy drove into the city, his wagon loaded down</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With food to feed the people of the British-governed town;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the little black-eyed rebel, so cunning and so sly,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Was watching for his coming from the corner of her eye.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His face was broad and honest, his hands were brown and tough,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The clothes he wore upon him were homespun, coarse, and rough;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But one there was who watched him, who long time lingered nigh,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And cast at him sweet glances from the corner of her eye.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He drove up to the market, he waited in the line—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His apples and potatoes were fresh and fair and fine.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But long and long he waited, and no one came to buy,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Save the black-eyed rebel, watching from the corner of her eye.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Now, who will buy my apples?" he shouted, long and loud;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, "Who wants my potatoes?" he repeated to the crowd.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37"></a>But from all the people round him came no word of reply,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Save the black-eyed rebel, answering from the corner of her eye.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For she knew that 'neath the lining of the coat he wore that day</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Were long letters from the husbands and the fathers far away,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who were fighting for the freedom that they meant to gain, or die;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And a tear like silver glistened in the corner of her eye.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But the treasures—how to get them? crept the question through her mind,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Since keen enemies were watching for what prizes they might find;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And she paused a while and pondered, with a pretty little sigh,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then resolve crept through her features, and a shrewdness fired her eye.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So she resolutely walked up to the wagon old and red—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"May I have a dozen apples for a kiss?" she sweetly said;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the brown face flushed to scarlet, for the boy was somewhat shy,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And he saw her laughing at him from the corner of her eye.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"You may have them all for nothing, and more, if you want," quoth he.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I will have them, my good fellow, but can pay for them," said she.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And she clambered on the wagon, minding not who all were by,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With a laugh of reckless romping in the corner of her eye.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Clinging round his brawny neck, she clasped her fingers white and small,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then whispered, "Quick! the letters! thrust them underneath my shawl!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Carry back again <i>this</i> package, and be sure that you are spry!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And she sweetly smiled upon him from the corner of her eye.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Loud the motley crowd was laughing at the strange, ungirlish freak;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the boy was scared and panting, and so dashed he could not speak.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And "Miss, I have good apples," a bolder lad did cry;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But she answered, "No, I thank you," from the corner of her eye.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With the news from loved ones absent to the dear friends they would greet,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Searching them who hungered for them, swift she glided through the street.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"There is nothing worth the doing that it does not pay to try,"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thought the little black-eyed rebel with a twinkle in her eye.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Will Carleton.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_Day_Well_Spent" id="A_Day_Well_Spent"></a>A Day Well Spent</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>If you sit down at set of sun</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And count the deeds that you have done,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, counting, find</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>One self-denying act, one word that eased the heart of him that heard;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>One glance most kind, which felt like sunshine where it went,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then you may count that day well spent.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But if through, all the livelong day</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You've eased no heart by yea or nay,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If through it all you've nothing done that you can trace</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That brought the sunshine to one face,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No act most small that helped some soul and nothing cost,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then count that day as worse than lost.</td></tr> +</table></div> +<p><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38"></a></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Say_Not_the_Struggle_Nought_Availeth" id="Say_Not_the_Struggle_Nought_Availeth"></a>Say Not the Struggle Nought Availeth</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Say not the struggle nought availeth,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The labor and the wounds are vain,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The enemy faints not, nor faileth,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And as things have been they remain.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">It may be, in yon smoke concealed,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And, but for you, possess the field.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For while the tired waves, vainly breaking,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seem here no painful inch to gain,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Far back, through creeks and inlets making,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Comes silent, flooding in, the main,</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And not by eastern windows only,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When daylight comes, comes in the light,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But westward, look, the land is bright.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>A.H. Clough.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Miller_of_the_Dee" id="The_Miller_of_the_Dee"></a>The Miller of the Dee</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>There dwelt a miller, hale and bold,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beside the river Dee;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He worked and sang from morn till night—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">No lark more blithe than he;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And this the burden of his song</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Forever used to be:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I envy nobody—no, not I—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And nobody envies me!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Thou'rt wrong, my friend," said good King Hal,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"As wrong as wrong can be;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For could my heart be light as thine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'd gladly change with thee.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And tell me now, what makes thee sing,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With voice so loud and free,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While I am sad, though I'm a king,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beside the river Dee?"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The miller smiled and doffed his cap,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I earn my bread," quoth he;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I love my wife, I love my friend,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I love my children three;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I owe no penny I cannot pay,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I thank the river Dee</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That turns the mill that grinds the corn</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That feeds my babes and me."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Good friend," said Hal, and sighed the while,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Farewell, and happy be;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But say no more, if thou'dst be true</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That no one envies thee;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thy mealy cap is worth my crown,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy mill my kingdom's fee;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Such men as thou art England's boast,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O miller of the Dee!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Charles Mackay.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Old_Red_Cradle" id="The_Old_Red_Cradle"></a>The Old Red Cradle</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Take me back to the days when the old red cradle rocked,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the sunshine of the years that are gone;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To the good old trusty days, when the door was never locked,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And we slumbered unmolested till the dawn.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I remember of my years I had numbered almost seven,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the old cradle stood against the wall—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I was youngest of the five, and two were gone to heaven,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But the old red cradle rocked us all.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And if ever came a day when my cheeks were flushed and hot,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When I did not mind my porridge or my play,</span><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I would clamber up its side and the pain would be forgot,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the old red cradle rocked away.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It has been a hallowed spot where I've turned through all the years,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which have brought me the evil with the good,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I turn again to-night, aye, and see it through my tears,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The place where the dear old cradle stood.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By its side my father paused with a little time to spare.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the care-lines would soften on his brow,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ah! 't was but a little while that I knew a father's care,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But I fancy in my dreams I see him now.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By my mother it was rocked when the evening meal was laid,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And again I seem to see her as she smiled;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the rest were all in bed, 'twas there she knelt and prayed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By the old red cradle and her child.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Aye, it cradled one and all, brothers, sisters in it lay,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And it gave me the sweetest rest I've known;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But to-night the tears will flow, and I let them have their way,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the passing years are leaving me alone.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And it seems of those to come, I would gladly give them all</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For a slumber as free from care as then,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Just to wake to-morrow morn where the rising sun would fall</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Round the old red cradle once again.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But the cradle long has gone and the burdens that it bore,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">One by one, have been gathered to the fold;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Still the flock is incomplete, for it numbers only four,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With one left out straying in the cold.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Heaven grant again we may in each other's arms be locked,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where no sad tears of parting ever fall;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>God forbid that one be lost that the old red cradle rocked;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the dear old cradle rocked us all.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Annie J. Granniss.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Moo_Cow_Moo" id="The_Moo_Cow_Moo"></a>The Moo Cow Moo</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>My papa held me up to the Moo Cow Moo</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">So close I could almost touch,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I fed him a couple of times or so,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I wasn't a fraid-cat, much.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But if my papa goes in the house,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And my mamma she goes in too,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I keep still like a little mouse</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the Moo Cow Moo might Moo.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Moo Cow's tail is a piece of rope</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">All raveled out where it grows;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And it's just like feeling a piece of soap</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">All over the Moo Cow's nose.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the Moo Cow Moo has lots of fun</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Just switching his tail about,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But if he opens his mouth, why then I run,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For that's where the Moo comes out.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Moo Cow Moo has deers on his head,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And his eyes stick out of their place,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the nose of the Moo Cow Moo is spread</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">All over the Moo Cow's face.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40"></a>And his feet are nothing but fingernails,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And his mamma don't keep them cut,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And he gives folks milk in water pails,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When he don't keep his handles shut.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But if you or I pull his handles, why</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Moo Cow Moo says it hurts,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But the hired man sits down close by</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And squirts, and squirts, and squirts.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Edmund Vance Cooke.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="All_Things_Bright_and_Beautiful" id="All_Things_Bright_and_Beautiful"></a>All Things Bright and Beautiful</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>All things bright and beautiful,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">All creatures great and small,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All things wise and wonderful,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Lord God made them all.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Each little flower that opens,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Each little bird that sings,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He made their glowing colors,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He made their tiny wings.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The rich man in his castle,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The poor man at his gate,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>God made them, high or lowly,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ordered their estate.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The purple-headed mountain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The river running by,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The morning, and the sunset</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That lighteth up the sky,</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The cold wind in the winter,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The pleasant summer sun,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The ripe fruits in the garden,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He made them, every one.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The tall trees in the greenwood,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The meadows where we play,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The rushes by the water</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">We gather every day,—</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He gave us eyes to see them,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And lips that we might tell</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How great is God Almighty,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who hath made all things well.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Cecil Frances Alexander.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="An_Order_for_a_Picture" id="An_Order_for_a_Picture"></a>An Order for a Picture</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, good painter, tell me true,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Has your hand the cunning to draw</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shapes of things that you never saw?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Aye? Well, here is an order for you.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Woods and cornfields, a little brown,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The picture must not be over-bright,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet all in the golden and gracious light</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of a cloud, when the summer sun is down.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Alway and alway, night and morn,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Woods upon woods, with fields of corn</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Lying between them, not quite sere,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And not in the full, thick, leafy bloom,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the wind can hardly find breathing-room,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Under their tassels,—cattle near,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Biting shorter the short green grass,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And a hedge of sumach and sassafras,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With bluebirds twittering all around,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>(Ah, good painter, you can't paint sound!)—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">These, and the little house where I was born,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Low and little, and black and old,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With children, many as it can hold,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All at the windows, open wide,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Heads and shoulders clear outside,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And fair young faces all ablush:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Perhaps you have seen, some day,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Roses crowding the self-same way,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Out of a wilding, wayside bush.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Listen closer. When you have done</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With woods and cornfields and grazing herds,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A lady, the loveliest ever the sun</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Looked down upon you must paint for me:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, if I could only make you see</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The clear blue eyes, the tender smile,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The sovereign sweetness, the gentle grace,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The woman's soul, and the angel's face<a name="Page_41" id="Page_41"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That are beaming on me all the while,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I need not speak these foolish words:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet one word tells you all I would say,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She is my mother: you will agree</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That all the rest may be thrown away.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Two little urchins at her knee</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You must paint, sir: one like me,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">The other with a clearer brow,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the light of his adventurous eyes</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Flashing with boldest enterprise:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>At ten years old he went to sea,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">God knoweth if he be living now;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He sailed in the good ship "Commodore,"—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nobody ever crossed her track</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To bring us news, and she never came back.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ah, it is twenty long years and more</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Since that old ship went out of the bay</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With my great-hearted brother on her deck:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I watched him till he shrank to a speck,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And his face was toward me all the way.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bright his hair was, a golden brown,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The time we stood at our mother's knee:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That beauteous head, if it did go down,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Carried sunshine into the sea!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Out in the fields one summer night</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">We were together, half afraid</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of the corn-leaves' rustling, and of the shade</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of the high hills, stretching so still and far,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Loitering till after the low little light</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of the candle shone through the open door,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And over the hay-stack's pointed top,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All of a tremble and ready to drop,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">The first half-hoar, the great yellow star,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That we, with staring, ignorant eyes,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Had often and often watched to see</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Propped and held in its place in the skies</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By the fork of a tall red mulberry-tree,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which close in the edge of our flax-field grew,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Dead at the top, just one branch full</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of leaves, notched round, and lined with wool,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From which it tenderly shook the dew</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Over our heads, when we came to play</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In its hand-breadth of shadow, day after day.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Afraid to go home, sir; for one of us bore</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A nest full of speckled and thin-shelled eggs,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The other, a bird, held fast by the legs,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Not so big as a straw of wheat:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The berries we gave her she wouldn't eat,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But cried and cried, till we held her bill,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So slim and shining, to keep her still.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>At last we stood at our mother's knee.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Do you think, sir, if you try,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">You can paint the look of a lie?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">If you can, pray have the grace</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To put it solely in the face</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of the urchin that is likest me:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">I think 'twas solely mine, indeed:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But that's no matter,—paint it so;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">The eyes of our mother—(take good heed)—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Looking not on the nestful of eggs,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nor the fluttering bird, held so fast by the legs,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But straight through our faces down to our lies,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42"></a>And, oh, with such injured, reproachful surprise!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I felt my heart bleed where that glance went, as though</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A sharp blade struck through it.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You, sir, know</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That you on the canvas are to repeat</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Things that are fairest, things most sweet,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Woods and cornfields and mulberry-tree,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The mother,—the lads, with their bird at her knee:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But, oh, that look of reproachful woe!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>High as the heavens your name I'll shout,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If you paint me the picture, and leave that out.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Alice Cary.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Who_Won_the_War" id="Who_Won_the_War"></a>Who Won the War?</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Who won the war?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'T was little Belgium stemmed the tide</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of ruthless hordes who thought to ride</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her borders through and prostrate France</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ere yet she'd time to raise her lance.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">'T was plucky Belgium.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Who won the war?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Italia broke the galling chain</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Which bound her to the guilty twain;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then fought 'gainst odds till one of these</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lay prone and shattered at her knees.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">'T was gallant Italy.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Who won the war?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Old England's watch dogs of the main</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Their vigil kept, and not in vain;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For not a ship their wrath dared brave</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Save those which skulked beneath the wave.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">'T was mighty England.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Who won the war?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'T was France who wrote in noble rage</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The grandest words on history's page,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"They shall not pass"—the devilish Hun;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And he could never pass Verdun.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">'T was sturdy France.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Who won the war?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In darkest hour there rose a cry,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Liberty, sweet Liberty, thou shalt not die!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thank God! they came across the sea,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Two million men and victory!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">'T was glorious America.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Who won the war?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No one of these; not one, but all</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who answered Freedom's clarion call.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Each humble man who did his bit</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In God's own book of fame is writ.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">These won the war.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Woodbury Pulsifer.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Mothers_of_Men" id="Mothers_of_Men"></a>Mothers of Men</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>The bravest battle that ever was fought!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall I tell you where and when?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On the map of the world you will find it not,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Twas fought by the mothers of men.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nay, not with cannon or battle shot,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With sword or nobler pen,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nay, not with eloquent words or thought</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From mouths of wonderful men;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But deep in the walled-up woman's heart—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of woman that would not yield,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But bravely, silently, bore her part—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lo, there is the battle field!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No marshaling troup, no bivouac song,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">No banner to gleam or wave,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But oh, these battles, they last so long—<a name="Page_43" id="Page_43"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From babyhood to the grave.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yet, faithful as a bridge of stars,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">She fights in her walled-up town—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Fights on and on in the endless wars,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then, silent, unseen, goes down.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, ye with banner and battle shot,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And soldiers to shout and praises</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I tell you the kingliest victories fought</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were fought in those silent ways.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, spotless in a world of shame,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With splendid and silent scorn,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Go back to God as white as you came—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The kingliest warrior born!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Joaquin Miller.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Plain_Bob_and_a_Job" id="Plain_Bob_and_a_Job"></a>Plain Bob and a Job</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Bob went lookin' for a job—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Didn't want a situation; didn't ask a lofty station:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Didn't have a special mission for a topnotcher's position;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Didn't have such fine credentials—but he had the real essentials—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Had a head that kept on workin' and two hands that were not shirkin';</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Wasn't either shirk or snob;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Wasn't Mister—just plain Bob,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who was lookin' for a job.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bob went lookin' for a job;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And he wasn't scared or daunted when he saw a sign—"Men Wanted,"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Walked right in with manner fittin' up to where the Boss was sittin',</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And he said: "My name is Bob, and I'm lookin' for a job;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And if you're the Boss that hires 'em, starts 'em working and that fires 'em,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Put my name right down here, Neighbor, as a candidate for labor;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For my name is just plain 'Bob,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And my pulses sort o' throb</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For that thing they call a job."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bob kept askin' for a job,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the Boss, he says: "What kind?" And Bob answered: "Never mind;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For I am not a bit partic'ler and I never was a stickler</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For proprieties in workin'—if you got some labor lurkin'</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Anywhere around about kindly go and trot it out.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It's, a job I want, you see—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Any kind that there may be</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Will be good enough for me."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Well, sir, Bob he got a job.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But the Boss went 'round all day in a dreamy sort of way;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And he says to me: "By thunder, we have got the world's Eighth Wonder!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Got a feller name of Bob who just asked me for a job—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Never asks when he engages about overtime in wages;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Never asked if he'd get pay by the hour or by the day;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Never asked me if it's airy work and light and sanitary;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Never asked me for my notion of the chances of promotion;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Never asked for the duration of his annual vacation;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Never asked for Saturday half-a-holiday with pay;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Never took me on probation till he tried the situation;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Never asked me if it's sittin' work or standin', or befittin'</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of his birth and inclination—he just filed his application,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hung his coat up on a knob,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Said his name was just plain Bob—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And went workin' at a job!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>James W. Foley.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> +<p><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44"></a></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Aunt_Tabitha" id="Aunt_Tabitha"></a>Aunt Tabitha</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Whatever I do and whatever I say,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Aunt Tabitha tells me it isn't the way</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When <i>she</i> was a girl (forty summers ago);</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Aunt Tabitha tells me they never did so.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Dear aunt! If I only would take her advice!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I like my own way, and I find it <i>so</i> nice!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And besides, I forget half the things I am told;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But they all will come back to me—when I am old.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If a youth passes by, it may happen, no doubt,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He may chance to look in as I chance to look out;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>She</i> would never endure an impertinent stare—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It is <i>horrid</i>, she says, and I mustn't sit there.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A walk in the moonlight has pleasures, I own,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But it isn't quite safe to be walking alone;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So I take a lad's arm—just for safety you know—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But Aunt Tabitha tells me <i>they</i> didn't do so.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How wicked we are, and how good they were then!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They kept at arm's length those detestable men;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What an era of virtue she lived in!—But stay—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Were the <i>men</i> all such rogues in Aunt Tabitha's day?</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If the men <i>were</i> so wicked, I'll ask my papa</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How he dared to propose to my darling mamma;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Was he like the rest of them? Goodness! Who knows?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And what shall <i>I</i> say, if a wretch should propose?</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I am thinking if aunt knew so little of sin,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What a wonder Aunt Tabitha's aunt must have been!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And her grand-aunt—it scares me—how shockingly sad</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That we girls of to-day are so frightfully bad!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A martyr will save us, and nothing else can,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Let <i>me perish</i> —to rescue some wretched young man!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Though when to the altar a victim I go,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Aunt Tabitha'll tell me <i>she</i> never did so!</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Flag_Goes_By" id="The_Flag_Goes_By"></a>The Flag Goes By</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Hats off!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Along the street there comes</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A flash of color beneath the sky:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hats off!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The flag is passing by!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Blue and crimson and white it shines,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Over the steel-tipped, ordered lines.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hats off!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The colors before us fly;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But more than the flag is passing by.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sea-fights and land-fights, grim and great,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Fought to make and to save the State;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Weary marches and sinking ships;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Cheers of victory on dying lips;</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Days of plenty and years of peace,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>March of a strong land's swift increase:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45"></a>Equal justice, right and law,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Stately honor and reverent awe;</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sign of a nation, great and strong,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To ward her people from foreign wrong;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Pride and glory and honor, all</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Live in the colors to stand or fall.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hats off!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Along the street there comes</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And loyal hearts are beating high:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hats off!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The flag is passing by!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>H.H. Bennett.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Rivers_of_France" id="The_Rivers_of_France"></a>The Rivers of France</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>The rivers of France are ten score and twain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But five are the names that we know:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Marne, the Vesle, the Oureq and the Aisne,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the Somme of the swampy flow.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The rivers of France, from source to sea,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are nourished by many a rill,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But these five, if ever a drouth there be</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The fountains of sorrow would fill.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The rivers of France shine silver white,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But the waters of five are red</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With the richest blood, in the fiercest fight</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For freedom that ever was shed.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The rivers of France sing soft as they run,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But five have a song of their own,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That hymns the fall of the arrogant one</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the proud cast down from his throne.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The rivers of France all quietly take</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To sleep in the house of their birth,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But the carnadined wave of five shall break</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On the uttermost strands of earth.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Five rivers of France—see! their names are writ</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On a banner of crimson and gold,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the glory of those who fashioned it</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall nevermore cease to be told.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>H.J.M., in London "Times."</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Seven_Times_One" id="Seven_Times_One"></a>Seven Times One</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>There's no dew left on the daisies and clover,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">There's no rain left in heaven;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I've said my "seven times" over and over:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seven times one are seven.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I am old, so old I can write a letter;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">My birthday lessons are done;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The lambs play always, they know no better,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They are only one times one.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O Moon! in the night I have seen you sailing</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And shining so round and low;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You were bright! but your light is failing,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">You are nothing now but a bow.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You Moon, have you done something wrong in heaven,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That God has hidden your face?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I hope if you have, you'll soon be forgiven,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And shine again in your place.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O velvet Bee, you're a dusty fellow;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">You've powdered your legs with gold!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O brave Marshmary buds, rich and yellow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Give me your money to hold!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46"></a>O Columbine, open your folded wrapper</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where two twin turtle-doves dwell!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O Cuckoo-pint, toll me the purple clapper</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That hangs in your clear green bell!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And show me your nest, with the young ones in it,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I will not steal them away;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I am old! you may trust me, linnet, linnet,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I am seven times one to-day.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Jean Ingelow.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Seven_Times_Two" id="Seven_Times_Two"></a>Seven Times Two</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>You bells in the steeple, ring, ring out your changes,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">How many soever they be,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And let the brown meadow-lark's note as he ranges,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Come over, come over to me.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yet birds' clearest carol by fall or by swelling</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">No magical sense conveys,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And bells have forgotten their old art of telling</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">The fortune of future days.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Turn again, turn again," once they rang cheerily.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">While a boy listened alone;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Made his heart yearn again, musing so wearily</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">All by himself on a stone.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Poor bells! I forgive you; your good days are over,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And mine, they are yet to be;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No listening, no longing shall aught, aught discover:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">You leave the story to me.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The foxglove shoots out of the green matted heather,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Preparing her hoods of snow:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She was idle, and slept till the sunshiny weather:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Oh, children take long to grow.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I wish and I wish that the spring would go faster,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Nor long summer bide so late;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I could grow on like the foxglove and aster,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">For some things are ill to wait.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I wait for the day when dear hearts shall discover,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">While dear hands are laid on my head:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"The child is a woman, the book may close over,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">For all the lessons are said."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I wait for my story—the birds cannot sing it,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Not one, as he sits on the tree;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The bells cannot ring it, but long years, oh bring it!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Such as I wish it to be.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Jean Ingelow.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Seven_Times_Three" id="Seven_Times_Three"></a>Seven Times Three</h2> + +<h4>LOVE</h4> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>I leaned out of window, I smelt the white clover,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dark, dark was the garden, I saw not the gate;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Now, if there be footsteps, he comes, my one lover—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hush, nightingale, hush! O sweet nightingale, wait</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Till I listen and hear</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">If a step draweth near,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">For my love he is late!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"The skies in the darkness stoop nearer and nearer,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A cluster of stars hangs like fruit in the tree,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The fall of the water comes sweeter, comes clearer:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To what art thou listening, and what dost thou see?</span><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47"></a>p></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Let the star-clusters grow,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Let the sweet waters flow.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">And cross quickly to me.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"You night-moths that hover where honey brims over</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From sycamore blossoms, or settle or sleep;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You glowworms, shine out, and the pathway discover</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To him that comes darkling along the rough steep.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Ah, my sailor, make haste,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">For the time runs to waste,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">And my love lieth deep,</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Too deep for swift telling; and yet, my one lover,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I've conned thee an answer, it waits thee to-night."</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By the sycamore passed he, and through the white clover;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then all the sweet speech I had fashioned took flight;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">But I'll love him more, more</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Than e'er wife loved before,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Be the days dark or bright.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Jean Ingelow.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Seven_Times_Four" id="Seven_Times_Four"></a>Seven Times Four</h2> + +<h4>MATERNITY</h4> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Heigh-ho! daisies and buttercups,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fair yellow daffodils, stately and tall!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the wind wakes, how they rock in the grasses,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And dance with the cuckoo-buds slender and small!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Here's two bonny boys, and here's mother's own lasses</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Eager to gather them all.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Heigh-ho! daisies and buttercups!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mother shall thread them a daisy chain;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sing them a song of the pretty hedge-sparrow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That loved her brown little ones, loved them full fain;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sing, "Heart, thou art wide though the house be but narrow,"—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Sing once, and sing it again.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Heigh-ho! daisies and buttercups,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sweet wagging cowslips, they bend and they bow;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A ship sails afar over warm ocean waters,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And haply one musing doth stand at her prow,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O bonny brown son, and O sweet little daughters,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Maybe he thinks on you now!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Heigh-ho! daisies and buttercups,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fair yellow daffodils, stately and tall!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A sunshiny world full of laughter and leisure,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And fresh hearts unconscious of sorrow and thrall!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Send down on their pleasure smiles passing its measure,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">God that is over us all!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Jean Ingelow.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Autumn_Woods" id="Autumn_Woods"></a>Autumn Woods</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Ere, in the northern gale,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The summer tresses of the trees are gone,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The woods of Autumn, all around our vale,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Have put their glory on.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The mountains that infold,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In their wide sweep, the colored landscape round,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Seem groups of giant kings, in purple and gold,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That guard the enchanted ground.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I roam the woods that crown<a name="Page_48" id="Page_48"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The upland, where the mingled splendors glow,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where the gay company of trees look down</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On the green fields below.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My steps are not alone</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In these bright walks; the sweet southwest, at play,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Flies, rustling, where the painted leaves are strown</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Along the winding way.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And far in heaven, the while,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sun, that sends that gale to wander here,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Pours out on the fair earth his quiet smile,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sweetest of the year.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where now the solemn shade,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Verdure and gloom where many branches meet;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So grateful, when the noon of summer made</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The valleys sick with heat?</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Let in through all the trees</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come the strange rays; the forest depths are bright;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Their sunny-colored foliage, in the breeze,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Twinkles, like beams of light.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The rivulet, late unseen,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where bickering through the shrubs its waters run,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shines with the image of its golden screen</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And glimmerings of the sun.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But 'neath yon crimson tree,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nor mark, within its roseate canopy,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her blush of maiden shame.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, Autumn! why so soon</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Depart the hues that make thy forests glad;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thy gentle wind and thy fair sunny noon,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And leave thee wild and sad?</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ah! 'twere a lot too blessed</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Forever in thy colored shades to stray;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Amid the kisses of the soft southwest</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To rove and dream for aye;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And leave the vain low strife</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That makes men mad—the tug for wealth and power,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The passions and the cares that wither life,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And waste its little hour.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>William Cullen Bryant.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Drummer_Boy_of_Mission_Ridge" id="The_Drummer_Boy_of_Mission_Ridge"></a>The Drummer Boy of Mission Ridge</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Did you ever hear of the Drummer Boy of Mission Ridge, who lay</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With his face to the foe, 'neath the enemy's guns, in the charge of that terrible day?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They were firing above him and firing below, and the tempest of shot and shell</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Was raging like death, as he moaned in his pain, by the breastworks where he fell.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Go back with your corps," our colonel had said, but he waited the moment when</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He might follow the ranks and shoulder a gun with the best of us bearded men;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And so when the signals from old Fort Wood set an army of veterans wild,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He flung down his drum, which spun down the hill like the ball of a wayward child.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49"></a>And then he fell in with the foremost ranks of brave old company G,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As we charged by the flank, with our colors ahead, and our columns closed up like a V,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In the long, swinging lines of that splendid advance, when the flags of our corps floated out,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like the ribbons that dance in the jubilant lines of the march of a gala day rout.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He charged with the ranks, though he carried no gun, for the colonel had said him nay,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And he breasted the blast of the bristling guns, and the shock of the sickening fray;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when by his side they were falling like hail he sprang to a comrade slain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And shouldered his musket and bore it as true as the hand that was dead in pain.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Twas dearly we loved him, our Drummer Boy, with a fire in his bright, black eye,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That flashed forth a spirit too great for his form—he only was just so high,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As tall, perhaps, as your little lad who scarcely reaches your shoulder—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Though his heart was the heart of a veteran then, a trifle, it may be, bolder.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He pressed to the front, our lad so leal, and the works were almost won,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A moment more and our flags had swung o'er the muzzle of murderous gun;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But a raking fire swept the van, and he fell 'mid the wounded and slain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With his wee wan face turned up to Him who feeleth His children's pain.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Again and again our lines fell back, and again with shivering shocks</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They flung themselves on the rebels' works as ships are tossed on rocks;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To be crushed and broken and scattered amain, as the wrecks of the surging storm.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where none may rue and none may reck of aught that has human form.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So under the ridge we were lying for the order to charge again,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And we counted our comrades missing, and we counted our comrades slain;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And one said, "Johnny, our Drummer Boy, is grievously shot and lies</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Just under the enemy's breastwork; if left on the field he dies."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then all the blood that was in me surged up to my aching brow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And my heart leaped up like a ball in my throat—I can feel it even now,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I said I would bring that boy from the field, if God would spare my breath,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If all the guns in Mission Ridge should thunder the threat of death.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I crept and crept up the ghastly ridge, by the wounded and the dead,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With the moans of my comrades right and left, behind me and yet ahead,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till I came to the form of our Drummer Boy, in his blouse of dusty blue,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With his face to the foe, 'neath the enemy's guns, where the blast of the battle blew.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And his gaze as he met my own just there would have melted a heart of stone,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As he tried like a wounded bird to rise, and placed his hand in my own;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And he said in a voice half smothered, though its whispering thrills me yet,<a name="Page_50" id="Page_50"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I think in a moment more that I would have stood on that parapet.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"But now I nevermore will climb, and, Sergeant, when you see</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The men go up those breastworks there, just stop and waken me;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For though I cannot make the charge and join the cheers that rise,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I may forget my pain to see the old flag kiss the skies."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Well, it was hard to treat him so, his poor limb shattered sore,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I raised him on my shoulder and to the surgeon bore;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the boys who saw us coming each gave a shout of joy,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And uttered fervent prayers for him, our valiant Drummer Boy.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When sped the news that "Fighting Joe" had saved the Union right,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With his legions fresh from Lookout; and that Thomas massed his might</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And forced the rebel center; and our cheering ran like wild;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Sherman's heart was happy as the heart of a little child;</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When Grant from his lofty outlook saw our flags by the hundred fly</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Along the slopes of Mission Ridge, where'er he cast his eye;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when we heard the thrilling news of the mighty battle done,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The fearful contest ended, and the glorious victory won;</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then his bright black eyes so yearning grew strangely rapt and wide,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And in that hour of conquest our little hero died.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But ever in our hearts he dwells, with a grace that ne'er is old,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For him the heart to duty wed can nevermore grow cold!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when they tell of heroes, and the laurels they have won,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of the scars they are doomed to carry, of the deeds that they have done;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of the horror to be biding among the ghastly dead,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The gory sod beneath them, the bursting shell o'erhead,</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My heart goes back to Mission Ridge and the Drummer Boy who lay</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With his face to the foe, 'neath the enemy's guns, in the charge of that terrible day;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I say that the land that bears such sons is crowned and dowered with all</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The dear God giveth nations to stay them lest they fall.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, glory of Mission Ridge, stream on, like the roseate light of morn,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On the sons that now are living, on the sons that are yet unborn!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And cheers for our comrades living, and tears as they pass away!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And three times three for the Drummer Boy who fought at the front that day!</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="If" id="If"></a>If—</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>If you can keep your head when all about you</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But make allowance for their doubting too;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or being lied about don't deal in lies,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or being hated don't give way to hating,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;</span><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51"></a></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If you can dream and not make dreams your master;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">If you can think and not make thoughts your aim;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And treat those two impostors just the same;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If you can make one heap of all your winnings</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And risk it on one turn of pitch and toss.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And lose, and start again at your beginnings</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And never breathe a word about your loss;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To serve your turn long after they are gone,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And so hold on when there is nothing in you</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or walk with Kings nor lose the common touch;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">If all men count with you, but none too much;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If you can fill the unforgiving minute</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And—which is more—you'll be a Man, my son!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Rudyard Kipling.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Second_Table" id="Second_Table"></a>Second Table</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Some boys are mad when comp'ny comes to stay for meals. They hate</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To have the other people eat while boys must wait and wait,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I've about made up my mind I'm different from the rest,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For as for me, I b'lieve I like the second table best.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To eat along with comp'ny is so trying, for it's tough</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To sit and watch the victuals when you dassent touch the stuff.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You see your father serving out the dark meat and the light</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Until a boy is sure he'll starve before he gets a bite.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when, he asks you what you'll have,—you've heard it all before,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You know you'll get just what you get and won't get nothing more;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For, when you want another piece, your mother winks her eye,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And so you say, "I've plenty, thanks!" and tell a whopping lie.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When comp'ny is a-watching you, you've got to be polite,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And eat your victuals with a fork and take a little bite.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You can't have nothing till you're asked and, 'cause a boy is small,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Folks think he isn't hungry, and he's never asked at all.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Since I can first remember I've been told that when the cake</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52"></a>Is passed around, the proper thing is for a boy to take</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The piece that's nearest to him, and so all I ever got,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When comp'ny's been to our house, was the smallest in the lot.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It worries boys like everything to have the comp'ny stay</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A-setting round the table, like they couldn't get away.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But when they've gone, and left the whole big shooting match to me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Say! ain't it fun to just wade in and help myself? Oh, gee!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With no one round to notice what you're doing—bet your life!—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Boys don't use forks to eat with when they'd rather use a knife,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nor take such little bites as when they're eating with the rest</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And so, for lots of things, I like the second table best</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Nixon Waterman.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Children" id="The_Children"></a>The Children</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>When the lessons and tasks are all ended,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the school for the day is dismissed,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the little ones gather around me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To bid me good night and be kissed;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, the little white arms that encircle</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">My neck in their tender embrace!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, the smiles that are halos of heaven,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shedding sunshine of love on my face!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when they are gone, I sit dreaming</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of my childhood, too lovely to last;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of love that my heart will remember</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When it wakes to the pulse of the past,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ere the world and its wickedness made me</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A partner of sorrow and sin,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the glory of God was about me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the glory of gladness within.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All my heart grows weak as a woman's</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the fountains of feeling will flow,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When I think of the paths steep and stony,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the feet of the dear ones must go;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of the mountains of sin hanging o'er them,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of the tempest of Fate blowing wild;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, there's nothing on earth half so holy</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As the innocent heart of a child!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They are idols of hearts and of households;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They are angels of God in disguise;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His sunlight still sleeps in their tresses,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">His glory still gleams in their eyes;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, these truants from home and from heaven,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They have made me more manly and mild;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I know now how Jesus could liken</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The kingdom of God to a child!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I ask not a life for the dear ones</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">All radiant, as others have done,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But that life may have just enough shadow</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To temper the glare of the sun;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I would pray God to guard them from evil,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But my prayer would bound back to myself;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ah! a seraph may pray for a sinner,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But a sinner must pray for himself.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The twig is so easily bended,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I have banished the rule and the rod;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I have taught them the goodness of knowledge,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They have taught me the goodness of God.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My heart is the dungeon of darkness,<a name="Page_53" id="Page_53"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where I shut them for breaking a rule;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My frown is sufficient correction;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">My love is the law of the school.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I shall leave the old house in the autumn,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To traverse its threshold no more;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ah! how shall I sigh for the dear ones</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That meet me each morn at the door!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I shall miss the "good nights" and the kisses,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the gush of their innocent glee.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The group on its green, and the flowers</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That are brought every morning to me.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I shall miss them at morn and at even,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their song in the school and the street;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I shall miss the low hum of their voices,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the tread of their delicate feet.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the lessons of life are all ended,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And death says, "The school is dismissed!"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>May the little ones gather around me</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To bid me good night and be kissed!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Charles M. Dickinson.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_Visit_from_St_Nicholas" id="A_Visit_from_St_Nicholas"></a>A Visit from St. Nicholas</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The children were nestled all snug in their beds,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Away to the window I flew like a flash,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The moon, on the breast of the new-fallen snow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Gave a luster of midday to objects below:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When what to my wondering eyes should appear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With a little old driver, so lively and quick,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And he whistled and shouted, and called them by name:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Now, Dasher! now Dancer! now, Prancer! now Vixen!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On, Comet, on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now, dash away, dash sway, dash away all!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So, up to the house-top the coursers they flew,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As I drew in my head, and was turning around,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54"></a>He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His eyes how they twinkled; his dimples how merry!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He had a broad face and a little round belly</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He was chubby and plump—a right jolly old elf—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He spake not a word, but went straight to his work,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And laying his finger aside of his nose</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And away they all flew like the down of a thistle;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I heard him exclaim, ere they drove out of sight,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Clement C. Moore.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Your_Mission" id="Your_Mission"></a>Your Mission</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>If you cannot on the ocean</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sail among the swiftest fleet,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Rocking on the highest billows,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Laughing at the storms you meet,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You can stand among the sailors,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Anchored yet within the bay,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You can lend a hand to help them,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As they launch their boats away.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If you are too weak to journey</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Up the mountain steep and high,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You can stand within the valley,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">While the multitudes go by;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You can chant in happy measure,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As they slowly pass along;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Though they may forget the singer,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They will not forget the song.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If you have not gold and silver</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ever ready to command,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If you cannot towards the needy</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Reach an ever-open hand,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You can visit the afflicted,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O'er the erring you can weep,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You can be a true disciple,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sitting at the Savior's feet.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If you cannot in the conflict,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Prove yourself a soldier true,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If where fire and smoke are thickest,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">There's no work for you to do,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the battle-field is silent,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">You can go with careful tread,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You can bear away the wounded,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">You can cover up the dead.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Do not then stand idly waiting</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For some greater work to do,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Fortune is a lazy goddess,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">She will never come to you.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Go and toil in any vineyard,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Do not fear to do or dare,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If you want a field of labor,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">You can find it anywhere.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Ellen H. Gates.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55"></a></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_House_by_the_Side_of_the_Road" id="The_House_by_the_Side_of_the_Road"></a>The House by the Side of the Road</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>There are hermit souls that live withdrawn</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the peace of their self-content;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There are souls, like stars, that dwell apart,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a fellowless firmament;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where highways never ran;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But let me live by the side of the road</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And be a friend to man.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Let me live in a house by the side of the road,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the race of men go by,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The men who are good and the men who are bad,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As good and as bad as I.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I would not sit in the scorner's seat,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or hurl the cynic's ban;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Let me live in a house by the side of the road</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And be a friend to man.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I see from my house by the side of the road,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By the side of the highway of life,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The men who press with the ardor of hope,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The men who are faint with the strife.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I turn not away from their smiles nor their tears,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Both parts of an infinite plan;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Let me live in my house by the side of the road</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And be a friend to man.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And mountains of wearisome height;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That the road passes on through the long afternoon</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And stretches away to the night.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And weep with the strangers that moan.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nor live in my house by the side of the road</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like a man who dwells alone.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Let me live in my house by the side of the road</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the race of men go by;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wise, foolish—so am I.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or hurl the cynic's ban?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Let me live in my house by the side of the road</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And be a friend to man.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Sam Walter Foss.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Asleep_at_the_Switch" id="Asleep_at_the_Switch"></a>Asleep at the Switch</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>The first thing that I remember was Carlo tugging away,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With the sleeve of my coat fast in his teeth, pulling, as much as to say:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Come, master, awake, attend to the switch, lives now depend upon you.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Think of the souls in the coming train, and the graves you are sending them to.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Think of the mother and the babe at her breast, think of the father and son,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Think of the lover and the loved one too, think of them doomed every one</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To fall (as it were by your very hand) into yon fathomless ditch,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Murdered by one who should guard them from harm, who now lies asleep at the switch."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I sprang up amazed—scarce knew where I stood, sleep had o'ermastered me so;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56"></a>I could hear the wind hollowly howling, and the deep river dashing below,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I could hear the forest leaves rustling, as the trees by the tempest were fanned,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But what was that noise in the distance? That, I could not understand.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I heard it at first indistinctly, like the rolling of some muffled drum,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then nearer and nearer it came to me, till it made my very ears hum;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What is this light that surrounds me and seems to set fire to my brain?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What whistle's that, yelling so shrill? Ah! I know now; it's the train.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We often stand facing some danger, and seem to take root to the place;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So I stood—with this demon before me, its heated breath scorching my face;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Its headlight made day of the darkness, and glared like the eyes of some witch,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The train was almost upon me before I remembered the switch.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I sprang to it, seizing it wildly, the train dashing fast down the track;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The switch resisted my efforts, some devil seemed holding it back;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On, on came the fiery-eyed monster, and shot by my face like a flash;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I swooned to the earth the next moment, and knew nothing after the crash.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How long I lay there unconscious 'twas impossible for me to tell;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My stupor was almost a heaven, my waking almost a hell,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For then I heard the piteous moaning and shrieking of husbands and wives,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I thought of the day we all shrink from, when I must account for their lives;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mothers rushed by me like maniacs, their eyes glaring madly and wild;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Fathers, losing their courage, gave way to their grief like a child;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Children searching for parents, I noticed, as by me they sped,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And lips, that could form naught but "Mamma," were calling for one perhaps dead.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My mind was made up in a moment, the river should hide me away,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When, under the still burning rafters I suddenly noticed there lay</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A little white hand; she who owned it was doubtless an object of love</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To one whom her loss would drive frantic, though she guarded him now from above;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I tenderly lifted the rafters and quietly laid them one side;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How little she thought of her journey when she left for this dark, fatal ride!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I lifted the last log from off her, and while searching for some spark of life,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Turned her little face up in the starlight, and recognized—Maggie, my wife!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O Lord! my scourge is a hard one, at a blow thou hast shattered my pride;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My life will be one endless nightmare, with Maggie away from my side.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How often I'd sat down and pictured the scenes in our long, happy life;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How I'd strive through all my lifetime, to build up a home for my wife;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How people would envy us always in our cozy and neat little nest;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How I should do all the labor, and Maggie should all the day rest;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How one of God's blessings might cheer us, how some day I perhaps should be rich:—<a name="Page_57" id="Page_57"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But all of my dreams had been shattered, while I lay there asleep at the switch!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I fancied I stood on my trial, the jury and judge I could see;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And every eye in the court room was steadily fixed upon me;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And fingers were pointed in scorn, till I felt my face blushing blood-red,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the next thing I heard were the words, "Hanged by the neck until dead."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then I felt myself pulled once again, and my hand caught tight hold of a dress,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I heard, "What's the matter, dear Jim? You've had a bad nightmare, I guess!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And there stood Maggie, my wife, with never a scar from the ditch,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'd been taking a nap in my bed, and had not been "asleep at the switch."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>George Hoey.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Each_in_His_Own_Tongue" id="Each_in_His_Own_Tongue"></a>Each in His Own Tongue</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>A fire-mist and a planet,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A crystal and a cell,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A jellyfish and a saurian,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And caves where the cavemen dwell;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then a sense of law and beauty,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a face turned from the clod,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Some call it Evolution,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And others call it God.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A haze in the far horizon,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The infinite, tender sky;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The ripe, rich tints of the cornfields,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the wild geese sailing high;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And all over upland and lowland</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The charm of the goldenrod,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Some of us call it Nature,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And others call it God.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like tides on a crescent sea-beach,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the moon is new and thin,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Into our hearts high yearnings</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come welling and surging in,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Come from the mystic ocean.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose rim no foot has trod,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Some of us call it Longing,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And others call it God.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A picket frozen on duty,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A mother starved for her brood,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Socrates drinking the hemlock,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Jesus on the rood;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The millions who, humble and nameless,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The straight, hard pathway trod,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Some call it Consecration,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And others call it God.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>William Herbert Carruth.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="How_Cyrus_Laid_the_Cable" id="How_Cyrus_Laid_the_Cable"></a>How Cyrus Laid the Cable</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Come, listen all unto my song;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">It is no silly fable;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Tis all about the mighty cord</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They call the Atlantic Cable.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bold Cyrus Field he said, says he,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I have a pretty notion</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That I can run the telegraph</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Across the Atlantic Ocean.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then all the people laughed, and said</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They'd like to see him do it;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He might get half-seas over, but</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He never could go through it;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To carry out his foolish plan</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He never would be able;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He might as well go hang himself</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With his Atlantic Cable.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But Cyrus was a valiant man,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A fellow of decision;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And heeded not their mocking words,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their laughter and derision.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Twice did his bravest efforts fail,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And yet his mind was stable;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He wa'n't the man to break his heart<a name="Page_58" id="Page_58"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because he broke his cable.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Once more, my gallant boys!" he cried;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"<i>Three times!</i>—you know the fable,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>(<i>I'll make it thirty</i>," muttered he,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But I will lay this cable!")</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Once more they tried—hurrah! hurrah!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">What means this great commotion?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Lord be praised! the cable's laid</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Across the Atlantic Ocean.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Loud ring the bells,—for, flashing through</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Six hundred leagues of water,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Old Mother England's benison</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Salutes her eldest daughter.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O'er all the land the tidings speed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And soon, in every nation,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They'll hear about the cable with</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Profoundest admiration!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'><hr style='width: 25%;' /></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And may we honor evermore</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The manly, bold, and stable;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And tell our sons, to make them brave,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">How Cyrus laid the cable.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>John G. Saxe.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Jane_Jones" id="Jane_Jones"></a>Jane Jones</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Jane Jones keeps talkin' to me all the time,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">An' says you must make it a rule</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To study your lessons 'nd work hard 'nd learn,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">An' never be absent from school.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Remember the story of Elihu Burritt,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">An' how he clum up to the top,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Got all the knowledge 'at he ever had</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Down in a blacksmithing shop?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Jane Jones she honestly said it was so!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Mebbe he did—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">I dunno!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O' course what's a-keepin' me 'way from the top,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Is not never havin' no blacksmithing shop.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She said 'at Ben Franklin was awfully poor,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But full of ambition an' brains;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' studied philosophy all his hull life,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">An' see what he got for his pains!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He brought electricity out of the sky,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a kite an' a bottle an' key,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' we're owing him more'n any one else</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For all the bright lights 'at we see.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Jane Jones she honestly said it was so!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Mebbe he did—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">I dunno!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O' course what's allers been hinderin' me</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Is not havin' any kite, lightning er key.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Jane Jones said Abe Lincoln had no books at all,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">An' used to split rails when a boy;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' General Grant was a tanner by trade</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">An' lived 'way out in Illinois.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So when the great war in the South first broke out</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He stood on the side o' the right,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' when Lincoln called him to take charge o' things,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He won nearly every blamed fight.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Jane Jones she honestly said it was so!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Mebbe he did—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">I dunno!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Still I ain't to blame, not by a big sight,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For I ain't never had any battles to fight.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She said 'at Columbus was out at the knees</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When he first thought up his big scheme,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' told all the Spaniards 'nd Italians, too,<a name="Page_59" id="Page_59"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">An' all of 'em said 'twas a dream.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But Queen Isabella jest listened to him,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Nd pawned all her jewels o' worth,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Nd bought him the Santa Maria 'nd said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Go hunt up the rest o' the earth!"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Mebbe he did—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">I dunno!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O' course that may be, but then you must allow</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They ain't no land to discover jest now!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Ben King.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Leap_of_Roushan_Beg" id="The_Leap_of_Roushan_Beg"></a>The Leap of Roushan Beg</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Mounted on Kyrat strong and fleet,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His chestnut steed with four white feet,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Roushan Beg, called Kurroglou,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Son of the road and bandit chief,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Seeking refuge and relief,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Up the mountain pathway flew.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Such was Kyrat's wondrous speed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Never yet could any steed</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Reach the dust-cloud in his course.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>More than maiden, more than wife,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>More than gold and next to life</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Roushan the Robber loved his horse.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In the land that lies beyond</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Erzeroum and Trebizond,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Garden-girt his fortress stood;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Plundered khan, or caravan</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Journeying north from Koordistan,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gave him wealth and wine and food.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Seven hundred and fourscore</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Men at arms his livery wore,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did his bidding night and day,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now, through regions all unknown,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He was wandering, lost, alone,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seeking without guide his way.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Suddenly the pathway ends,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sheer the precipice descends,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Loud the torrent roars unseen;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thirty feet from side to side</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yawns the chasm; on air must ride</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He who crosses this ravine,</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Following close in his pursuit,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>At the precipice's foot</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Reyhan the Arab of Orfah</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Halted with his hundred men,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shouting upward from the glen,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"La Illah illa Allah!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Gently Roushan Beg caressed</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Kyrat's forehead, neck, and breast,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Kissed him upon both his eyes;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sang to him in his wild way,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As upon the topmost spray</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sings a bird before it flies.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"O my Kyrat, O my steed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Round and slender as a reed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Carry me this peril through!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Satin housings shall be thine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shoes of gold, O Kyrat mine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O thou soul of Kurroglou!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Soft thy skin as silken skein,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Soft as woman's hair thy mane,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tender are thine eyes and true;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All thy hoofs like ivory shine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Polished bright; O life of mine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Leap, and rescue Kurroglou!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Kyrat, then, the strong and fleet,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Drew together his four white feet,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Paused a moment on the verge,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Measured with his eye the space,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And into the air's embrace</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Leaped, as leaps the ocean surge.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As the ocean surge o'er sand</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bears a swimmer safe to land,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Kyrat safe his rider bore;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Rattling down the deep abyss,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Fragments of the precipice</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rolled like pebbles on a shore.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60"></a></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Roushan's tasseled cap of red</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Trembled not upon his head,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Careless sat he and upright;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Neither hand nor bridle shook,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nor his head he turned to look,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As he galloped out of sight.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Flash of harness in the air,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Seen a moment like the glare</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of a sword drawn from its sheath;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thus the phantom horseman passed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the shadow that he cast</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Leaped the cataract underneath.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Reyhan the Arab held his breath</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While this vision of life and death</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Passed above him. "Allahu!"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Cried he. "In all Koordistan</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lives there not so brave a man</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As this Robber Kurroglou!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Henry W. Longfellow.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Old_Ironsides" id="Old_Ironsides"></a>Old Ironsides</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Long has it waved on high,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And many an eye has danced to see</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That banner in the sky;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Beneath it rung the battle shout,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And burst the cannon's roar;—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The meteor of the ocean air</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall sweep the clouds no more!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her deck, once red with heroes' blood,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where knelt the vanquished foe,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When winds were hurrying o'er the flood,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And waves were white below,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No more shall feel the victor's tread,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or know the conquered knee;—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The harpies of the shore shall pluck</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The eagle of the sea!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, better that her shattered hulk</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Should sink beneath the wave!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her thunders shook the mighty deep,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there should be her grave;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nail to the mast her holy flag,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Set every threadbare sail,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And give her to the god of storms,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The lightning and the gale!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Oliver Wendell Holmes.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_Psalm_of_Life" id="A_Psalm_of_Life"></a>A Psalm of Life</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Tell me not, in mournful numbers,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Life is but an empty dream!"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the soul is dead that slumbers,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And things are not what they seem.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Life is real! Life is earnest!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the grave is not its goal;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Dust thou art, to dust returnest,"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was not spoken of the soul.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is our destined end or way;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But to act that each to-morrow</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Finds us farther than to-day.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Art is long, and Time is fleeting,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And our hearts, though stout and brave,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Still, like muffled drums, are beating</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Funeral marches to the grave.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In the world's broad field of battle,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the bivouac of Life,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Be not like dumb, driven cattle!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Be a hero in the strife!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let the dead Past bury its dead!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Act, act in the living Present!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Heart within, and God o'erhead!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lives of great men all remind us</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">We can make our lives sublime,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, departing, leave behind us</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Footprints on the sands of time;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Footprints, that perhaps another,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sailing o'er life's solemn main,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,<a name="Page_61" id="Page_61"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seeing, shall take heart again.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Let us, then, be up and doing,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a heart for any fate;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Still achieving, still pursuing,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Learn to labor and to wait.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Henry W. Longfellow.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Johnnys_Histry_Lesson" id="Johnnys_Histry_Lesson"></a>Johnny's Hist'ry Lesson</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>I think, of all the things at school</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A boy has got to do,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That studyin' hist'ry, as a rule,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is worst of all, don't you?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of dates there are an awful sight,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' though I study day an' night,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There's only one I've got just right—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That's fourteen ninety-two.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Columbus crossed the Delaware</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In fourteen ninety-two;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We whipped the British, fair an' square,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In fourteen ninety-two.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>At Concord an' at Lexington.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We kept the redcoats on the run,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While the band played Johnny Get Your Gun,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In fourteen ninety-two.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Pat Henry, with his dyin' breath—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In fourteen ninety-two—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Said, "Gimme liberty or death!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In fourteen ninety-two.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' Barbara Frietchie, so 'tis said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Cried, "Shoot if you must this old, gray head,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I'd rather 'twould be your own instead!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In fourteen ninety-two.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Pilgrims came to Plymouth Rock</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In fourteen ninety-two,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' the Indians standin' on the dock</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Asked, "What are you goin' to do?"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' they said, "We seek your harbor drear</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That our children's children's children dear</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>May boast that their forefathers landed here</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In fourteen ninety-two."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Miss Pocahontas saved the life—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In fourteen ninety-two—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of John Smith, an' became his wife</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In fourteen ninety-two.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' the Smith tribe started then an' there,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' now there are John Smiths ev'rywhere,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But they didn't have any Smiths to spare</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In fourteen ninety-two.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Kentucky was settled by Daniel Boone</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In fourteen ninety-two,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' I think the cow jumped over the moon</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In fourteen ninety-two.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ben Franklin flew his kite so high</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He drew the lightnin' from the sky,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' Washington couldn't tell a lie,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In fourteen ninety-two.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Nixon Waterman.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Riding_on_the_Rail" id="Riding_on_the_Rail"></a>Riding on the Rail</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Singing through the forests, rattling over ridges,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shooting under arches, rumbling over bridges,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Whizzing through the mountains, buzzing o'er the vale,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bless me! this is pleasant, riding on the rail!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Men of different stations in the eye of Fame,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Here are very quickly coming to the same;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>High and lowly people, birds of every feather,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On a common level, traveling together!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62"></a>Gentlemen in shorts, blooming very tall;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Gentlemen at large, talking very small;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Gentlemen in tights, with a loosish mien;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Gentlemen in gray, looking very green!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Gentlemen quite old, asking for the news;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Gentlemen in black, with a fit of blues;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Gentlemen in claret, sober as a vicar;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Gentlemen in tweed, dreadfully in liquor!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Stranger on the right looking very sunny,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Obviously reading something very funny.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now the smiles are thicker—wonder what they mean?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Faith, he's got the Knickerbocker Magazine!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Stranger on the left, closing up his peepers;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now he snores again, like the Seven Sleepers;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>At his feet a volume gives the explanation,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How the man grew stupid from "association"!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ancient maiden lady anxiously remarks</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That there must be peril 'mong so many sparks;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Roguish-looking fellow, turning to the stranger,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Says 'tis his opinion <i>she</i> is out of danger!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Woman with her baby, sitting <i>vis a vis</i>;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Baby keeps a-squalling, woman looks at me;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Asks about the distance—says 'tis tiresome talking,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Noises of the cars are so very shocking!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Market woman, careful of the precious casket,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Knowing eggs are eggs, tightly holds her basket;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Feeling that a smash, if it came, would surely</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Send her eggs to pot rather prematurely.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Singing through the forests, rattling over ridges,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shooting under arches, rumbling over bridges,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Whizzing through the mountains, buzzing o'er the vale,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bless me! this is pleasant, riding on the rail!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>J.G. Saxe.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Building_of_the_Ship" id="The_Building_of_the_Ship"></a>The Building of the Ship</h2> + +<h4>EXTRACT</h4> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sail on, O Union, strong and great!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Humanity with all its fears,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With all the hopes of future years,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Is hanging breathless on thy fate!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We know what Master laid thy keel,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who made each mast, and sail, and rope,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What anvils rang, what hammers beat,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In what a forge and what a heat</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Fear not each sudden sound and shock,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Tis of the wave and not the rock;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Tis but the flapping of the sail,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And not a rent made by the gale!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In spite of rock and tempest's roar,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In spite of false lights on the shore,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Our faith truiumphant o'er our fears,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Are all with thee,—are all with thee!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>H.W. Longfellow.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63"></a></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Dead_Pussy_Cat" id="The_Dead_Pussy_Cat"></a>The Dead Pussy Cat</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>You's as stiff an' as cold as a stone,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little cat!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Dey's done frowed you out an' left you alone,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little cat!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I's a-strokin' you's fur,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But you don't never purr</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nor hump up anywhere,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little cat.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">W'y is dat?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Is you's purrin' an' humpin'-up done?</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' w'y fer is you's little foot tied,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little cat?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Did dey pisen you's tummick inside,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little cat?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Did dey pound you wif bricks,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or wif big nasty sticks,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or abuse you wif kicks,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little cat?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Tell me dat,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Did dey holler at all when you cwied?</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Did it hurt werry bad w'en you died,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little cat?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, w'y didn't yo wun off and hide,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little cat?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I is wet in my eyes,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Cause I most always cwies</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>W'en a pussy cat dies,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little cat,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Tink of dat,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' I's awfully solly besides!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Dest lay still dere in de sof gwown',</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little cat,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>W'ile I tucks de gween gwass all awoun',</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little cat.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Dey can't hurt you no more</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>W'en you's tired an' so sore,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Dest sleep twiet, you pore</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little cat,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Wif a pat,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' fordet all de kicks of de town.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Marion Short.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Owl_Critic" id="The_Owl_Critic"></a>The Owl Critic</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>"Who stuffed that white owl?" No one spoke in the shop;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The barber was busy, and he couldn't stop;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The customers, waiting their turns, were all reading</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The <i>Daily</i>, the <i>Herald</i>, the <i>Post</i>, little heeding</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The young man who blurted out such a blunt question;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Not one raised a head, or even made a suggestion;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And the barber kept on shaving.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Don't you see, Mister Brown,"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Cried the youth, with a frown,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"How wrong the whole thing is,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How preposterous each wing is.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How flattened the head is, how jammed down the neck is—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In short, the whole owl, what an ignorant wreck 'tis!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I make no apology; I've learned owleology.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I've passed days and nights in a hundred collections,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And cannot be blinded to any deflections</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Arising from unskilful fingers that fail</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To stuff a bird right, from his beak to his tail.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mister Brown! Mister Brown! Do take that bird down,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or you'll soon be the laughing-stock all over town!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And the barber kept on shaving.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I've <i>studied</i> owls,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And other night fowls,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I tell you</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What I know to be true:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An owl cannot roost</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With his limbs so unloosed;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No owl in this world</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ever had his claws curled,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64"></a>Ever had his legs slanted,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ever had his bill canted,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ever had his neck screwed</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Into that attitude.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He can't <i>do</i> it, because</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Tis against all bird laws.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Anatomy teaches,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ornithology preaches,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An owl has a toe</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That <i>can't</i> turn out so!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I've made the white owl my study for years,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And to see such a job almost moves me to tears!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mister Brown, I'm amazed</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You should be so gone crazed</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As to put up a bird</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In that posture absurd!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To <i>look</i> at that owl really brings on a dizziness;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The man who stuffed him don't half know his business!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">And the barber kept on shaving.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Examine those eyes.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'm filled with surprise</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Taxidermists should pass</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Off on you such poor glass;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So unnatural they seem</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They'd make Audubon scream,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And John Burroughs laugh</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To encounter such chaff.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Do take that bird down;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Have him stuffed again, Brown!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">And the barber kept on shaving.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"With some sawdust and bark</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I could stuff in the dark</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An owl better than that.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I could make an old hat</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Look more like an owl</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Than that horrid fowl,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Stuck up here so stiff like a side of coarse leather.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In fact, about <i>him</i> there's not one natural feather."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Just then, with a wink and a sly normal lurch,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The owl, very gravely, got down from his perch,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Walked round, and regarded his fault-finding critic</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>(Who thought he was stuffed) with a glance analytic,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then fairly hooted, as if he should say:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Your learning's at fault this time, anyway;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Don't waste it again on a live bird, I pray.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'm an owl; you're another. Sir Critic, good-day!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">And the barber kept on shaving.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>James T. Fields.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="At_School-Close" id="At_School-Close"></a>At School-Close</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>The end has come, as come it must</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To all things; in these sweet June days</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The teacher and the scholar trust</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their parting feet to separate ways.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They part: but in the years to be</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall pleasant memories cling to each,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As shells bear inland from the sea</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The murmur of the rhythmic beach.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>One knew the joys the sculptor knows</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When, plastic to his lightest touch,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His clay-wrought model slowly grows</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To that fine grace desired so much.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So daily grew before her eyes</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The living shapes whereon she wrought,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Strong, tender, innocently wise,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The child's heart with the woman's thought.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And one shall never quite forget</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The voice that called from dream and play,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The firm but kindly hand that set<a name="Page_65" id="Page_65"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her feet in learning's pleasant way,—</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The joy of Undine soul-possessed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The wakening sense, the strange delight</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That swelled the fabled statue's breast</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And filled its clouded eyes with sight!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O Youth and Beauty, loved of all!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye pass from girlhood's gate of dreams;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In broader ways your footsteps fall,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye test the truth of all that seems.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her little realm the teacher leaves,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">She breaks her wand of power apart,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While, for your love and trust, she gives</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The warm thanks of a grateful heart.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hers is the sober summer noon</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Contrasted with your morn of spring;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The waning with the waxing moon,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The folded with the outspread wing.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Across the distance of the years</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">She sends her God-speed back to you;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She has no thought of doubts or fears;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Be but yourselves, be pure, be true,</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And prompt in duty; heed the deep,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Low voice of conscience; through the ill</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And discord round about you, keep</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your faith in human nature still.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Be gentle: unto griefs and needs</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Be pitiful as woman should,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, spite of all the lies of creeds,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hold fast the truth that God is good.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Give and receive; go forth and bless</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The world that needs the hand and heart</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of Martha's helpful carefulness</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">No less than Mary's better part.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So shall the stream of time flow by</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And leave each year a richer good,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And matron loveliness outvie</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The nameless charm of maidenhood.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, when the world shall link your names</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With gracious lives and manners fine,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The teacher shall assert her claims,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And proudly whisper, "These were mine!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>John G. Whittier.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Wild_White_Rose" id="The_Wild_White_Rose"></a>The Wild White Rose</h2> + +<h5>Oh, that I might have my request, and that God would grant me the thing +that I long for.—<i>Job 6:8.</i></h5> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>It was peeping through the brambles, that little wild white rose,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where the hawthorn hedge was planted, my garden to enclose.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All beyond was fern and heather, on the breezy, open moor;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All within was sun and shelter, and the wealth of beauty's store.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I did not heed the fragrance of flow'ret or of tree,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For my eyes were on that rosebud, and it grew too high for me.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In vain I strove to reach it through the tangled mass of green,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It only smiled and nodded behind its thorny screen.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yet through that summer morning I lingered near the spot:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, why do things seem sweeter if we possess them not?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My garden buds were blooming, but all that I could see</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Was that little mocking wild rose, hanging just too high for me.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So in life's wider garden there are buds of promise, too,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66"></a>Beyond our reach to gather, but not beyond our view;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And like the little charmer that tempted me astray,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They steal out half the brightness of many a summer's day.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, hearts that fail with longing for some forbidden tree,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Look up and learn a lesson from my white rose and me.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Tis wiser far to number the blessings at my feet,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Than ever to be sighing for just one bud more sweet.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My sunbeams and my shadows fall from a pierced Hand,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I can surely trust His wisdom since His heart I understand;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And maybe in the morning, when His blessed face I see,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He will tell me why my white rose grew just too high for me.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Ellen H. Willis.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="LEnvoi" id="LEnvoi"></a>L'Envoi</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>When Earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the oldest colors have faded, and the youngest critic has died,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it—lie down for an aeon or two,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And those who were good shall be happy: they shall sit in a golden chair;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comet's hair;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They shall find real saints to draw from—Magdalene, Peter and Paul;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They shall work for an age at a sitting and never be tired at all.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They Are!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Rudyard Kipling.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Whistling_in_Heaven" id="Whistling_in_Heaven"></a>Whistling in Heaven</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>You're surprised that I ever should say so?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Just wait till the reason I've given</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Why I say I sha'n't care for the music,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unless there is whistling in heaven.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then you'll think it no very great wonder,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor so strange, nor so bold a conceit,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That unless there's a boy there a-whistling,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Its music will not be complete.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It was late in the autumn of '40;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">We had come from our far Eastern home</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Just in season to build us a cabin,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ere the cold of the winter should come;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And we lived all the while in our wagon</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That husband was clearing the place</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where the house was to stand; and the clearing</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And building it took many days.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So that our heads were scarce sheltered</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In under its roof when our store</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of provisions was almost exhausted,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And husband must journey for more;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the nearest place where he could get them</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was yet such a distance away,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That it forced him from home to be absent</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">At least a whole night and a day.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You see, we'd but two or three neighbors,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the nearest was more than a mile;</span><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And we hadn't found time yet to know them,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For we had been busy the while.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the man who had helped at the raising</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Just staid till the job was well done;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And as soon as his money was paid him</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had shouldered his axe and had gone.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Well, husband just kissed me and started—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I could scarcely suppress a deep groan</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>At the thought of remaining with baby</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">So long in the house alone;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For, my dear, I was childish and timid,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And braver ones might well have feared,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the wild wolf was often heard howling.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And savages sometimes appeared.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I smothered my grief and my terror</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till husband was off on his ride,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then in my arms I took Josey,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all the day long sat and cried,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As I thought of the long, dreary hours</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the darkness of night should fall,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I was so utterly helpless,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With no one in reach of my call.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when the night came with its terrors,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To hide ev'ry ray of light,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I hung up a quilt by the window,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And, almost dead with affright,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I kneeled by the side of the cradle,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Scarce daring to draw a full breath,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lest the baby should wake, and its crying</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Should bring us a horrible death.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There I knelt until late in the evening</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And scarcely an inch had I stirred,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When suddenly, far in the distance,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A sound as of whistling I heard.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I started up dreadfully frightened,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For fear 'twas an Indian's call;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then very soon I remembered</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The red man ne'er whistles at all.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when I was sure 'twas a white man,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I thought, were he coming for ill,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He'd surely approach with more caution—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Would come without warning, and still.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then the sound, coming nearer and nearer,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Took the form of a tune light and gay,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I knew I needn't fear evil</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From one who could whistle that way.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Very soon I heard footsteps approaching,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then came a peculiar dull thump,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As if some one was heavily striking</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">An ax in the top of a stump;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then, in another brief moment,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">There came a light tap on the door,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When quickly I undid the fast'ning,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And in stepped a boy, and before</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There was either a question or answer</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or either had time to speak,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I just threw my glad arms around him,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And gave him a kiss on the cheek.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then I started back, scared at my boldness.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But he only smiled at my fright,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As he said, "I'm your neighbor's boy, Ellick,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come to tarry with you through the night.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68"></a></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"We saw your husband go eastward,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And made up our minds where he'd gone,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I said to the rest of our people,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">'That woman is there all alone,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I venture she's awfully lonesome,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And though she may have no great fear,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I think she would feel a bit safer</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">If only a boy were but near.'</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"So, taking my axe on my shoulder,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For fear that a savage might stray</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Across my path and need scalping,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I started right down this way;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And coming in sight of the cabin,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thinking to save you alarm,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I whistled a tune, just to show you</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I didn't intend any harm.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"And so here I am, at your service;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But if you don't want me to stay,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Why, all you need do is to say so,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And should'ring my axe, I'll away."</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I dropped in a chair and near fainted,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Just at thought of his leaving me then,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And his eye gave a knowing bright twinkle</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As he said, "I guess I'll remain."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then I just sat there and told him</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">How terribly frightened I'd been,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How his face was to me the most welcome</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of any I ever had seen;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then I lay down with the baby,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And slept all the blessed night through,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For I felt I was safe from all danger</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Near so brave a young fellow, and true.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So now, my dear friend, do you wonder,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Since such a good reason I've given,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Why I say I sha'n't care for the music,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unless there is whistling in heaven?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yes, often I've said so in earnest,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And now what I've said I repeat,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That unless there's a boy there a-whistling,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Its music will not be complete.</span></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Sleep_Baby_Sleep" id="Sleep_Baby_Sleep"></a>Sleep, Baby, Sleep</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Sleep, baby, sleep!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thy father's watching the sheep,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thy mother's shaking the dreamland tree,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And down drops a little dream for thee.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Sleep, baby, sleep!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Sleep, baby, sleep!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The large stars are the sheep,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The little stars are the lambs, I guess,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The bright moon is the shepherdess.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Sleep, baby, sleep!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Sleep, baby, sleep!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thy Savior loves His sheep;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He is the Lamb of God on high</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who for our sakes came down to die.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Sleep, baby, sleep!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Elizabeth Prentiss.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Lost_Chord" id="The_Lost_Chord"></a>The Lost Chord</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Seated one day at the organ,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I was weary and ill at ease,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And my fingers wandered idly</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Over the noisy keys.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I do not know what I was playing,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or what I was dreaming then;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I struck one chord of music,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like the sound of a great Amen.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It flooded the crimson twilight,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like the close of an angel's psalm;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And it lay on my fevered spirit</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a touch of infinite calm.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It quieted pain and sorrow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like love overcoming strife;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It seemed the harmonious echo</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From our discordant life.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69"></a>It linked all perplexing meanings</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Into one perfect peace,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And trembled away into silence</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As if it were loth to cease.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I have sought, but I seek it vainly,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That one lost chord divine,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That came from the soul of the organ,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And entered into mine.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It may be that Death's bright angel</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will speak in that chord again;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It may be that only in Heaven</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I shall hear that grand Amen.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Adelaide A. Procter.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Childrens_Hour" id="The_Childrens_Hour"></a>The Children's Hour</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Between the dark and the daylight,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the night is beginning to lower,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Comes a pause in the day's occupations,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That is known as the Children's Hour.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I hear in the chamber above me</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The patter of little feet,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The sound of a door that is opened,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And voices soft and sweet.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From my study I see in the lamplight,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Descending the broad hall stair,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Edith with golden hair.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A whisper, and then a silence:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet I know by their merry eyes</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They are plotting and planning together</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To take me by surprise.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A sudden rush from the stairway,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A sudden raid from the hall!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By three doors left unguarded</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They enter my castle wall!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They climb up into my turret</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O'er the arms and back of my chair;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If I try to escape, they surround me;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They seem to be everywhere.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They almost devour me with kisses,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their arms about me entwine,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In his Mouse-tower on the Rhine!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because you have scaled the wall,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Such an old mustache as I am</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is not a match for you all!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I have you fast in my fortress,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And will not let you depart,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But put you down into the dungeon</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the round-tower of my heart.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And there will I keep you forever,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yes, forever and a day,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And moulder in dust away!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Henry W. Longfellow.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Woodman_Spare_That_Tree" id="Woodman_Spare_That_Tree"></a>Woodman, Spare That Tree!</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Woodman, spare that tree!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Touch not a single bough!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In youth it sheltered me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I'll protect it now.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'T was my forefather's hand</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That placed it near his cot;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There, woodman, let it stand.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy ax shall harm it not!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That old familiar tree,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose glory and renown</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Are spread o'er land and sea—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And wouldst thou hew it down?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Woodman, forbear thy stroke!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cut not its earth-bound ties;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, spare that aged oak,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now towering to the skies!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When but an idle boy,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I sought its grateful shade;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In all their gushing joy</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Here, too, my sisters played.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My mother kissed me here;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">My father pressed my hand—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Forgive this foolish tear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But let that old oak stand!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My heart-strings round thee cling,<a name="Page_70" id="Page_70"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Close as thy bark, old friend!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Here shall the wild-bird sing,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And still thy branches bend.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Old tree! the storm still brave!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And, woodman, leave the spot;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While I've a hand to save,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy ax shall harm it not!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>George Pope Morris.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Little_Brown_Hands" id="Little_Brown_Hands"></a>Little Brown Hands</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>They drive home the cows from the pasture,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Up through the long shady lane,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where the quail whistles loud in the wheat-fields,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That are yellow with ripening grain.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They find, in the thick waving grasses,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the scarlet-lipped strawberry grows.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They gather the earliest snowdrops,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the first crimson buds of the rose.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They toss the new hay in the meadow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They gather the elder-bloom white,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They find where the dusky grapes purple</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the soft-tinted October light.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They know where the apples hang ripest,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And are sweeter than Italy's wines;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They know where the fruit hangs the thickest</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On the long, thorny blackberry vines.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They gather the delicate sea-weeds,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And build tiny castles of sand;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They pick up the beautiful sea shells—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fairy barks that have drifted to land.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They wave from the tall, rocking tree-tops,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the oriole's hammock-nest swings,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And at night time are folded in slumber</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By a song that a fond mother sings.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Those who toil bravely are strongest;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The humble and poor become great;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And so from these brown-handed children</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall grow mighty rulers of state.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The pen of the author and statesman,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The noble and wise of the land,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The sword, and the chisel, and palette,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall be held in the little brown hand.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Mary H. Krout.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Barbara_Frietchie" id="Barbara_Frietchie"></a>Barbara Frietchie</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Up from the meadows rich with corn</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Clear in the cool September morn,</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The clustered spires of Frederick stand</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Round about them orchards sweep,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Apple and peach tree fruited deep,</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Fair as the garden of the Lord</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To the eyes of the famished rebel horde,</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On that pleasant morn of the early fall</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When Lee marched over the mountain-wall,—</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Over the mountains winding down,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Horse and foot, into Frederick town.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Forty flags with their silver stars,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Forty flags with their crimson bars,</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Flapped in the morning wind; the sun</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of noon looked down, and saw not one.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bowed with her fourscore years and ten;</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bravest of all in Frederick town,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She took up the flag the men hauled down;</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In her attic window the staff she set,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To show that one heart was loyal yet.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Up the street came the rebel tread,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Stonewall Jackson riding ahead.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71"></a>Under his slouched hat left and right</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He glanced; the old flag met his sight.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Halt!"—the dust-brown ranks stood fast.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Fire!"—out blazed the rifle-blast.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It shivered the window, pane and sash;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It rent the banner with seam and gash.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf;</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She leaned far out on the window-sill,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And shook it forth with a royal will.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Shoot, if you must, this old gray head,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But spare your country's flag," she said.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A shade of sadness, a blush of shame,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Over the face of the leader came;</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The nobler nature within him stirred</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To life at that woman's deed and word:</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Who touches a hair of yon gray head</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Dies like a dog; march on!" he said.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All day long through Frederick street</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sounded the tread of marching feet;</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All day long that free flag tost</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Over the heads of the rebel host.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ever its torn folds rose and fell</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On the loyal winds that loved it well;</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And through the hill-gaps sunset light</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shone over it a warm good night.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the Rebel rides on his raids no more.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Honor to her! and let a tear</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall's bier.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Over Barbara Frietchie's grave,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Flag of freedom and Union wave!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Peace and order and beauty draw</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Round thy symbol of light and law;</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And ever the stars above look down</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On thy stars below in Frederick town.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>John G. Whittier.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="I_Want_to_Go_to_Morrow" id="I_Want_to_Go_to_Morrow"></a>I Want to Go to Morrow</h2> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>I started on a journey just about a week ago,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the little town of Morrow, in the State of Ohio.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I never was a traveler, and really didn't know</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That Morrow had been ridiculed a century or so.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I went down to the depot for my ticket and applied</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the tips regarding Morrow, not expecting to be guyed.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Said I, "My friend, I want to go to Morrow and return</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Not later than to-morrow, for I haven't time to burn."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Said he to me, "Now let me see if I have heard you right,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You want to go to Morrow and come back to-morrow night.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You should have gone to Morrow yesterday and back to-day,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For if you started yesterday to Morrow, don't you see,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You could have got to Morrow and returned to-day at three.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The train that started yesterday—now understand me right—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To-day it gets to Morrow, and returns to-morrow night."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Said I, "My boy, it seems to me you're talking through your hat,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Is there a town named Morrow on your line? Now tell me that."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"There is," said he, "and take from me a quiet little tip—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To go from here to Morrow is a fourteen-hour trip.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The train that goes to Morrow leaves to-day eight-thirty-five;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Half after ten to-morrow is the time it should arrive.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now if from here to Morrow is a fourteen-hour jump,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72"></a>Can you go to-day to Morrow and come back to-day, you chump?"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Said I, "I want to go to Morrow; can I go to-day</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And get to Morrow by to-night, if there is no delay?"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Well, well," said he, "explain to me and I've no more to say;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Can you go anywhere to-morrow and come back from there to-day?"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For if to-day you'd get to Morrow, surely you'll agree</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You should have started not to-day, but yesterday, you see.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So if you start to Morrow, leaving here to-day, you're flat,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You won't get to Morrow till the day that follows that.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Now if you start to-day to Morrow, it's a cinch you'll land</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To-morrow into Morrow, not to-day, you understand.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the train to-day to Morrow, if the schedule is right,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Will get you into Morrow by about to-morrow night."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Said I, "I guess you know it all, but kindly let me say,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How can I go to Morrow, if I leave the town to-day?"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Said he, "You cannot go to Morrow any more to-day,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the train that goes to Morrow is a mile upon its way."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td>FINALE</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> + +<tr><td align='left'>I was so disappointed I was mad enough to swear;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The train had gone to Morrow and had left me standing there.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The man was right in telling me I was a howling jay;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I didn't go to Morrow, so I guess I'll go to-day.</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Out_in_the_Fields" id="Out_in_the_Fields"></a>Out in the Fields</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>The little cares that fretted me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I lost them yesterday</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Among the fields above the seas,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Among the winds at play;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Among the lowing of the herds,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The rustling of the trees,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Among the singing of the birds,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The humming of the bees.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The foolish fears of what might happen,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I cast them all away</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Among the clover-scented grass,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Among the new-mown hay;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Among the husking of the corn,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where drowsy poppies nod,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where ill thoughts die and good are born,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Out in the fields with God.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Elizabeth Barrett Browning.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Bluebirds_Song" id="The_Bluebirds_Song"></a>The Bluebird's Song</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>I know the song that the bluebird is singing,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Out in the apple tree where he is swinging.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Brave little fellow! the skies may be dreary—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nothing cares he while his heart is so cheery.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hark! how the music leaps out from his throat!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hark! was there ever so merry a note?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Listen a while, and you'll hear what he's saying,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Up in the apple tree swinging and swaying.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Dear little blossoms down under the snow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You must be weary of winter I know.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Listen, I'll sing you a message of cheer!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Summer is coming! and springtime is here!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73"></a>"Little white snowdrop! I pray you arise;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bright yellow crocus! please open your eyes;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sweet little violets, hid from the cold,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Put on your mantles of purple and gold;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Daffodils! Daffodils! say, do you hear?—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Summer is coming, and springtime is here!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Emily Huntington Miller.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Main_Truck_or_a_Leap_for_Life" id="The_Main_Truck_or_a_Leap_for_Life"></a>The Main Truck, or a Leap for Life</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Old Ironsides at anchor lay,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the harbor of Mahon;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A dead calm rested on the bay,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The waves to sleep had gone;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When little Hal, the Captain's son,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A lad both brave and good,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In sport, up shroud and rigging ran,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And on the main truck stood!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A shudder shot through every vein,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">All eyes were turned on high!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There stood the boy, with dizzy brain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Between the sea and sky;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No hold had he above, below;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Alone he stood in air:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To that far height none dared to go,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">No aid could reach him there.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We gazed, but not a man could speak,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With horror all aghast,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In groups, with pallid brow and cheek,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">We watched the quivering mast.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The atmosphere grew thick and hot,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And of a lurid hue;—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As riveted unto the spot,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Stood officers and crew.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The father came on deck:—he gasped,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Oh, God; thy will be done!"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then suddenly a rifle grasped,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And aimed it at his son.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Jump, far out, boy, into the wave!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jump, or I fire," he said;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"That only chance your life can save;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jump, jump, boy!" He obeyed.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He sunk,—he rose,—he lived,—he moved,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And for the ship struck out.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On board we hailed the lad beloved,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With many a manly shout.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His father drew, in silent joy,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Those wet arms round his neck,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And folded to his heart his boy,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then fainted on the deck.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Morris.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Arrow_and_the_Song" id="The_Arrow_and_the_Song"></a>The Arrow and the Song</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>I shot an arrow into the air,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It fell to earth, I knew not where;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For, so swiftly it flew, the sight</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Could not follow it in its flight.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I breathed a song into the air,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It fell to earth, I knew not where;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For who has sight so keen and strong,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That it can follow the flight of song?</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Long, long afterward, in an oak</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I found the arrow, still unbroke;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the song, from beginning to end,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I found again in the heart of a friend.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>H.W. Longfellow.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Green_Mountain_Justice" id="The_Green_Mountain_Justice"></a>The Green Mountain Justice</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>"The snow is deep," the Justice said;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"There's mighty mischief overhead."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"High talk, indeed!" his wife exclaimed;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"What, sir! shall Providence be blamed?"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Justice, laughing, said, "Oh no!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I only meant the loads of snow</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Upon the roofs. The barn is weak;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I greatly fear the roof will break.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74"></a>So hand me up the spade, my dear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'll mount the barn, the roof to clear."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"No!" said the wife; "the barn is high,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And if you slip, and fall, and die,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How will my living be secured?—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Stephen, your life is not insured.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But tie a rope your waist around,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And it will hold you safe and sound."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I will," said he. "Now for the roof—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All snugly tied, and danger-proof!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Excelsior! Excel—But no!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The rope is not secured below!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Said Rachel, "Climb, the end to throw</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Across the top, and I will go</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And tie that end around my waist."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Well, every woman to her taste;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You always would be tightly laced.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Rachel, when you became my bride,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I thought the knot securely tied;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But lest the bond should break in twain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'll have it fastened once again."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Below the arm-pits tied around,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She takes her station on the ground,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While on the roof, beyond the ridge,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He shovels clear the lower edge.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But, sad mischance! the loosened snow</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Comes sliding down, to plunge below.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And as he tumbles with the slide,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Up Rachel goes on t'other side.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Just half-way down the Justice hung;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Just half-way up the woman swung.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Good land o' Goshen!" shouted she;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Why, do you see it?" answered he.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The couple, dangling in the breeze,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like turkeys hung outside to freeze,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>At their rope's end and wits' end, too,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shout back and forth what best to do.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Cried Stephen, "Take it coolly, wife;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All have their ups and downs in life."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Quoth Rachel, "What a pity 'tis</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To joke at such a thing as this!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A man whose wife is being hung</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Should know enough to hold his tongue."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Now, Rachel, as I look below,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I see a tempting heap of snow.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Suppose, my dear, I take my knife,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And cut the rope to save my life?"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She shouted, "Don't! 'twould be my death—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I see some pointed stones beneath.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A better way would be to call,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With all our might, for Phebe Hall."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Agreed!" he roared. First he, then she</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Gave tongue; "O Phebe! Phebe! <i>Phe-e-be</i> Hall!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;"> in tones both fine and coarse.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Enough to make a drover hoarse.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now Phebe, over at the farm,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Was sitting, sewing, snug and warm;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But hearing, as she thought, her name,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sprang up, and to the rescue came;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Beheld the scene, and thus she thought:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"If now a kitchen chair were brought,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I could reach the lady's foot,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'd draw her downward by the boot,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then cut the rope, and let him go;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He cannot miss the pile of snow."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He sees her moving toward his wife.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Armed with a chair and carving-knife,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, ere he is aware, perceives</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His head ascending to the eaves;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, guessing what the two are at,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Screams from beneath the roof, "Stop that!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You make me fall too far, by half!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But Phebe answers, with a laugh,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Please tell a body by what right</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You've brought your wife to such a plight!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then, with well-directed blows,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She cuts the rope and down he goes.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The wife untied, they walk around</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When lo! no Stephen can be found.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They call in vain, run to and fro;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They look around, above, below;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No trace or token can they see,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And deeper grows the mystery.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then Rachel's heart within her sank;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But, glancing at the snowy bank,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She caught a little gleam of hope,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75"></a>A gentle movement of the rope.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They scrape away a little snow;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What's this? A hat! Ah! he's below;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then upward heaves the snowy pile,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And forth he stalks in tragic style,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Unhurt, and with a roguish smile;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Rachel sees, with glad surprise,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The missing found, the fallen rise.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Rev. Henry Reeves.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Jane_Conquest" id="Jane_Conquest"></a>Jane Conquest</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>About the time of Christmas</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">(Not many months ago),</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">When the sky was black</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">With wrath and rack,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the earth was white with snow,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When loudly rang the tumult</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of winds and waves of strife,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">In her home by the sea,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">With her babe on her knee,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sat Harry Conquest's wife.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And he was on the ocean,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Although she knew not where,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">For never a lip</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Could tell of the ship,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To lighten her heart's despair.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And her babe was fading and dying;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The pulse in the tiny wrist</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Was all but still,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And the brow was chill,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And pale as the white sea mist.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Jane Conquest's heart was hopeless;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">She could only weep and pray</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">That the Shepherd mild</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Would take her child</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Without a pain away.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The night was dark and darker,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the storm grew stronger still,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And buried in deep</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And dreamless sleep</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lay the hamlet under the hill.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The fire was dead on the hearthstone</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Within Jane Conquest's room,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And still sat she,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">With her babe on her knee,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">At prayer amid the gloom.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When, borne above the tempest,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A sound fell on her ear,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Thrilling her through,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">For well she knew</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Twas the voice of mortal fear.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And a light leaped in at the lattice,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sudden and swift and red;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Crimsoning all,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">The whited wall,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the floor, and the roof o'erhead.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For one brief moment, heedless</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of the babe upon her knee,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">With the frenzied start</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of a frightened heart,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon her feet rose she.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And through the quaint old casement</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">She looks upon the sea;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Thank God that the sight</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">She saw that night</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">So rare a sight should be!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hemmed in by many a billow</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With mad and foaming lip,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">A mile from shore,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Or hardly more,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">She saw a gallant ship.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And to her horror she beheld it</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Aflame from stem to stern;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">For there seemed no speck</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">On all that wreck</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the fierce fire did not burn;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till the night was like a sunset,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the sea like a sea of blood,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And the rocks and shore</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Were bathed all o'er</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And drenched with the gory flood.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She looked and looked, till the terror</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Went creeping through every limb;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And her breath came quick,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And her heart grew sick,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And her sight grew dizzy and dim;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And her lips had lost their utterance,<a name="Page_76" id="Page_76"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For she tried but could not speak;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And her feelings found</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">No channel of sound</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In prayer, or sob, or shriek.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Once more that cry of anguish</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thrilled through the tempest's strife,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And it stirred again</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">In heart and brain</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The active thinking life;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the light of an inspiration</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Leaped to her brightened eye,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And on lip and brow</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Was written now</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A purpose pure and high.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Swiftly she turns, and softly</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">She crosses the chamber floor,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And faltering not,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">In his tiny cot</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">She laid the babe she bore.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then with a holy impulse,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">She sank to her knees, and made</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">A lowly prayer,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">In the silence there,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And this was the prayer she prayed:</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"O Christ, who didst bear the scourging,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And who now dost wear the crown,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">I at Thy feet,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">O True and Sweet,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Would lay my burden down.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thou bad'st me love and cherish</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The babe Thou gavest me,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And I have kept</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Thy word, nor stept</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Aside from following Thee.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"And lo! my boy is dying!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And vain is all my care;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And my burden's weight</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Is very great,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yea, greater than I can bear!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O Lord, Thou know'st what peril</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Doth threat these poor men's lives,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And I, a woman,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Most weak and human,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Do plead for their waiting wives.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Thou canst not let them perish;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Up, Lord, in Thy strength, and save</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">From the scorching breath</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of this terrible death</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On this cruel winter wave.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Take Thou my babe and watch it,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">No care is like to Thine;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And let Thy power</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">In this perilous hour</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Supply what lack is mine."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And so her prayer she ended,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And rising to her feet,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Gave one long look</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">At the cradle nook</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the child's faint pulses beat;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then with softest footsteps</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Retrod the chamber floor,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And noiselessly groped</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">For the latch, and oped,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And crossed the cottage door.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And through the tempest bravely</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jane Conquest fought her way,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By snowy deep</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And slippery steep</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To where her duty lay.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And she journeyed onward, breathless,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And weary and sore and faint,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Yet forward pressed</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">With the strength, and the zest,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the ardor of a saint.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Solemn, and weird, and lonely</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Amid its countless graves,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Stood the old gray church</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">On its tall rock perch,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Secure from the sea and its waves;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And beneath its sacred shadow</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lay the hamlet safe and still;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">For however the sea</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And the wind might be,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">There was quiet under the hill.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Jane Conquest reached the churchyard,<a name="Page_77" id="Page_77"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And stood by the old church door,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">But the oak was tough</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And had bolts enough,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And her strength was frail and poor;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So she crept through a narrow window,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And climbed the belfry stair,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And grasped the rope,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sole cord of hope,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the mariners in despair.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the wild wind helped her bravely,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And she wrought with an earnest will,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And the clamorous bell</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Spoke out right well</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To the hamlet under the hill.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And it roused the slumbering fishers,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor its warning task gave o'er</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Till a hundred fleet</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And eager feet</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were hurrying to the shore.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then it ceased its ringing,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the woman's work was done,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And many a boat</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">That was now afloat</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Showed man's work had begun.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But the ringer in the belfry</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lay motionless and cold,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">With the cord of hope.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">The church-bell rope,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Still in her frozen hold.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How long she lay it boots not,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But she woke from her swoon at last</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">In her own bright room.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">To find the gloom,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the grief, and the peril past,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With the sense of joy within her,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the Christ's sweet presence near;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And friends around,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And the cooing sound</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of her babe's voice in her ear.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And they told her all the story,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">How a brave and gallant few</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">O'ercame each check,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And reached the wreck,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And saved the hopeless crew.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And how the curious sexton</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had climbed the belfry stair,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And of his fright</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">When, cold and white,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He found her lying there;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And how, when they had borne her</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Back to her home again,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">The child she left</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">With a heart bereft</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of hope, and weary with pain,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Was found within his cradle</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a quiet slumber laid;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">With a peaceful smile</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">On his lips the while,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the wasting sickness stayed.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And she said "Twas the Christ who watched it,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And brought it safely through";</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And she praised His truth</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And His tender ruth</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who had saved her darling too.</span></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Nathan_Hale" id="Nathan_Hale"></a>Nathan Hale</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>To drum beat and heart beat,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A soldier marches by,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There is color in his cheek,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">There is courage in his eye;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yet to drum beat and heart beat,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a moment he must die.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By starlight and moonlight,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He seeks the Britons' camp;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He hears the rustling flag,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the armed sentry's tramp;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the starlight and moonlight</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">His silent wanderings lamp.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With a slow tread and still tread,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He scans the tented line,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And he counts the battery guns<a name="Page_78" id="Page_78"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By the gaunt and shadowy pine,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And his slow tread and still tread</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gives no warning sign.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The dark wave, the plumed wave,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">It meets his eager glance;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And it sparkles 'neath the stars,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like the glimmer of a lance—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A dark wave, a plumed wave,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On an emerald expanse.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A sharp clang, a steel clang,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And terror in the sound!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the sentry, falcon-eyed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the camp a spy has found;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With a sharp clang, a steel clang,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The patriot is bound.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With calm brow, steady brow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He listens to his doom.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In his look there is no fear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor a shadow trace of gloom,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But with calm brow, steady brow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He robes him for the tomb.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In the long night, the still night,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He kneels upon the sod;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the brutal guards withhold</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">E'en the solemn word of God!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In the long night, the still night,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He walks where Christ hath trod.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Neath the blue morn, the sunny morn,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He dies upon the tree;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And he mourns that he can give</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But one life for liberty;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And in the blue morn, the sunny morn</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">His spent wings are free.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But his last words, his message words,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They burn, lest friendly eye</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Should read how proud and calm</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A patriot could die.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With his last words, his dying words,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A soldier's battle cry.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From Fame-leaf and Angel-leaf,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From monument and urn,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The sad of earth, the glad of Heaven,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">His tragic fate shall learn;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And on Fame-leaf and Angel-leaf,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The name of Hale shall burn.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Francis M. Finch.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Lips_That_Touch_Liquor_Must_Never_Touch_Mine" id="The_Lips_That_Touch_Liquor_Must_Never_Touch_Mine"></a>The Lips That Touch Liquor Must Never Touch Mine</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>You are coming to woo me, but not as of yore,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When I hastened to welcome your ring at the door;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For I trusted that he who stood waiting me then,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Was the brightest, the truest, the noblest of men.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Your lips on my own when they printed "Farewell,"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Had never been soiled by "the beverage of hell";</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But they come to me now with the bacchanal sign,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the lips that touch liquor must never touch mine.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I think of that night in the garden alone,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When in whispers you told me your heart was my own,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That your love in the future should faithfully be</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Unshared by another, kept only for me.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, sweet to my soul is the memory still</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of the lips which met mine, when they murmured "I will";</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But now to their pressure no more they incline,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the lips that touch liquor must never touch mine!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O John! how it crushed me, when first in your face</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79"></a>The pen of the "Rum Fiend" had written "disgrace";</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And turned me in silence and tears from that breath</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All poisoned and foul from the chalice of death.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It scattered the hopes I had treasured to last;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It darkened the future and clouded the past;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It shattered my idol, and ruined the shrine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the lips that touch liquor must never touch mine.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I loved you—Oh, dearer than language can tell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And you saw it, you proved it, you knew it too well!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But the man of my love was far other than he</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who now from the "Tap-room" comes reeling to me;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In manhood and honor so noble and right—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His heart was so true, and his genius so bright—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And his soul was unstained, unpolluted by wine;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But the lips that touch liquor must never touch mine.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You promised reform, but I trusted in vain;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Your pledge was but made to be broken again:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the lover so false to his promises now,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Will not, as a husband, be true to his vow.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The word must be spoken that bids you depart—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Though the effort to speak it should shatter my heart—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Though in silence, with blighted affection, I pine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yet the lips that touch liquor must never touch mine!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If one spark in your bosom of virtue remain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Go fan it with prayer till it kindle again;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Resolved, with "God helping," in future to be</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From wine and its follies unshackled and free!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when you have conquered this foe of your soul,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In manhood and honor beyond his control—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>This heart will again beat responsive to thine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the lips free from liquor be welcome to mine.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>George W. Young.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_Perfect_Day" id="A_Perfect_Day"></a>A Perfect Day</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>When you come to the end of a perfect day</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And you sit alone with your thought</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While the chimes ring out with a carol gay</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the joy that the day has brought,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Do you think what the end of a perfect day</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Can mean to a tired heart?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the sun goes down with a flaming ray</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the dear friends have to part?</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Well, this is the end of a perfect day,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Near the end of a journey, too;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But it leaves a thought that is big and strong,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a wish that is kind and true;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For mem'ry has painted this perfect day</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With colors that never fade,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And we find, at the end of a perfect day,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The soul of a friend we've made.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Carrie Jacobs Bond.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80"></a></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Kate_Ketchem" id="Kate_Ketchem"></a>Kate Ketchem</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Kate Ketchem on a winter's night</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Went to a party dressed in white.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her chignon in a net of gold,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Was about as large as they ever sold.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Gayly she went, because her "pap"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Was supposed to be a rich old chap.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But when by chance her glances fell</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On a friend who had lately married well,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her spirits sunk, and a vague unrest</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And a nameless longing filled her breast—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A wish she wouldn't have had made known,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To have an establishment of her own.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tom Fudge came slowly through the throng,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With chestnut hair, worn pretty long.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He saw Kate Ketchem in the crowd,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And knowing her slightly, stopped and bowed;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then asked her to give him a single flower,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Saying he'd think it a priceless dower.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Out from those with which she was decked,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She took the poorest she could select.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And blushed as she gave it, looking down</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To call attention to her gown.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Thanks," said Fudge, and he thought how dear</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Flowers must be at that time of year.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then several charming remarks he made,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Asked if she sang, or danced, or played;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And being exhausted, inquired whether</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She thought it was going to be pleasant weather.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Kate displayed her "jewelry,"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And dropped her lashes becomingly;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And listened, with no attempt to disguise</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The admiration in her eyes.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>At last, like one who has nothing to say,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He turned around and walked away.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Kate Ketchem smiled, and said, "You bet.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'll catch that Fudge and his money yet.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He's rich enough to keep me in clothes,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I think I could manage him as I chose.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He could aid my father as well as not,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And buy my brother a splendid yacht.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My mother for money should never fret,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And all it cried for the baby should get;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And after that, with what he could spare,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'd make a show at a charity fair."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tom Fudge looked back as he crossed the sill,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And saw Kate Ketchem standing still.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"A girl more suited to my mind</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It isn't an easy thing to find;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And every thing that she has to wear</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Proves her as rich as she is fair.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Would she were mine, and I to-day</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Had the old man's cash my debts to pay!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No creditors with a long account,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No tradesmen wanting 'that little amount';</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But all my scores paid up when due</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By a father-in-law as rich as a Jew!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But he thought of her brother, not worth a straw,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And her mother, that would be his, in law;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So, undecided, he walked along,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Kate was left alone in the throng.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81"></a>But a lawyer smiled, whom he sought by stealth,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To ascertain old Ketchem's wealth;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And as for Kate, she schemed and planned</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till one of the dancers claimed her hand.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He married her for her father's cash;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She married him to cut a dash,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But as to paying his debts, do you know,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The father couldn't see it so;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And at hints for help, Kate's hazel eyes</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Looked out in their innocent surprise.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when Tom thought of the way he had wed</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He longed for a single life instead,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And closed his eyes in a sulky mood,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Regretting the days of his bachelorhood;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And said, in a sort of reckless vein,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I'd like to see her catch me again,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If I were free, as on that night</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When I saw Kate Ketchem dressed in white!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She wedded him to be rich and gay;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But husband and children didn't pay,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He wasn't the prize she hoped to draw,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And wouldn't live with his mother-in-law.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And oft when she had to coax and pout</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In order to get him to take her out,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She thought how very attentive and bright</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He seemed at the party that winter's night;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of his laugh, as soft as a breeze of the south,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>('Twas now on the other side of his mouth);</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How he praised her dress and gems in his talk,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As he took a careful account of stock.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sometimes she hated the very walls—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hated her friends, her dinners, and calls;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till her weak affection, to hatred turned,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like a dying tallow-candle burned.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And for him who sat there, her peace to mar,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Smoking his everlasting cigar—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He wasn't the man she thought she saw,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And grief was duty, and hate was law.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So she took up her burden with a groan,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Saying only, "I might have known!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Alas for Kate! and alas for Fudge!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Though I do not owe them any grudge;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And alas for any who find to their shame</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That two can play at their little game!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For of all hard things to bear and grin,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The hardest is knowing you're taken in.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ah, well! as a general thing, we fret</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>About the one we didn't get;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I think we needn't make a fuss,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If the one we don't want didn't get us.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Phoebe Cary.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Mandalay" id="Mandalay"></a>Mandalay</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There's a Burma girl a-settin', an' I know she thinks o' me;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the wind is in the palm-trees, an' the temple-bells they say:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Come you back, you British soldier: come you back to Mandalay!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Come you back to Mandalay,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Where the old flotilla lay:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">On the road to Mandalay,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Where the flyin'-fishes play,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!</span><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82"></a></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Er petticut was yaller an' 'er little cap was green,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' 'er name was Supi-yaw-lat—jes' the same as Theebaw's Queen,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' I seed her fust a-smokin' of a whackin' white cheroot,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' a-wastin' Christian kisses on an 'eathen idol's foot;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bloomin' idol made o' mud—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Wot they called the Great Gawd Budd—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Plucky lot she cared for idols when I kissed 'er where she stud!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">On the road to Mandalay—</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the mist was on the rice-fields an' the sun was droppin' low,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She'd git 'er little banjo an' she'd sing "<i>Kul-la-lo-lo</i>!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With 'er arm upon my shoulder an' her cheek agin my cheek</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We useter watch the steamers and the <i>hathis</i> pilin' teak.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Elephints a-pilin' teak</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">In the sludgy, squdgy creek,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Where the silence 'ung that 'eavy you was arf afraid to speak!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">On the road to Mandalay—</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But that's all shove be'ind me—long ago an' fur away,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' there ain't no 'buses runnin' from the Benk to Mandalay;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' I'm learnin' 'ere in London what the ten-year sodger tells:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"If you've 'eard the East a-callin', why, you won't 'eed nothin' else."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">No! you won't 'eed nothin' else</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">But them spicy garlic smells</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">An' the sunshine an' the palm-trees an' the tinkly temple-bells!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">On the road to Mandalay—</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I am sick o' wastin' leather on these gutty pavin'-stones,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' the blasted Henglish drizzle wakes the fever in my bones;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tho' I walks with fifty 'ousemaids outer Chelsea to the Strand,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' they talk a lot o' lovin', but wot do they understand?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Beefy face an' grubby 'and—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Law! wot <i>do</i> they understand?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">I've a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">On the road to Mandalay—</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ship me somewheres east of Suez where the best is like the worst,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where there aren't no Ten Commandments, an' a man can raise a thirst;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the temple-bells are callin', an' it's there that I would be—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' lazy at the sea—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">On the road to Mandalay,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Where the old Flotilla lay,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">With our sick beneath the awnings when we went to Mandalay!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">On the road to Mandalay!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Where the flyin'-fishes play,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Rudyard Kipling.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Columbus" id="Columbus"></a>Columbus</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Behind him lay the gray Azores,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Behind the Gates of Hercules;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Before him not the ghost of shores,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Before him only shoreless seas.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The good mate said: "Now must we pray,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For lo! the very stars are gone.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Brave Adm'r'l, speak; what shall I say?"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Why, say: 'Sail on! sail on! and on!'"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83"></a>"My men grow mutinous day by day;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">My men grow ghastly wan and weak."</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The stout mate thought of home; a spray</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"What shall I say, brave Adm'r'l, say,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">If we sight naught but seas at dawn?"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Why, you shall say at break of day:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!'"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Until at last the blanched mate said:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Why, now not even God would know</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Should I and all my men fall dead.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>These very winds forget their way,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For God from these dread seas is gone.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now speak, brave Adm'r'l, speak and say—"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He said: "Sail on! Sail on! and on!"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They sailed. They sailed. Then spake the mate:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"This mad sea shows his teeth tonight.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He curls his lips, he lies in wait</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With lifted teeth, as if to bite!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Brave Adm'r'l, say but one good word:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">What shall we do when hope is gone?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The words leapt like a leaping sword;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And peered through darkness. Ah, that night</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of all dark nights! And then a speck—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A light! a light! a light! a light!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It grew, a starlit flag unfurled!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">It grew to be Time's burst of dawn.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He gained a world; he gave that world</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Its grandest lesson; "On! sail on!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Joaquin Miller.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Sisters_Best_Feller" id="Sisters_Best_Feller"></a>"Sister's Best Feller"</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>My sister's best feller is 'most six-foot-three,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And handsome and strong as a feller can be;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Sis, she's so little, and slender, and small,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You never would think she could boss him at all;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But, my jing!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She don't do a thing</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But make him jump 'round, like he worked with a string!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It jest made me 'shamed of him sometimes, you know,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To think that he'll let a girl bully him so.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He goes to walk with her and carries her muff</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And coat and umbrella, and that kind of stuff;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She loads him with things that must weigh 'most a ton;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, honest, he <i>likes</i> it,—as if it was fun!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, oh, say!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When they go to a play,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He'll sit in the parlor and fidget away,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And she won't come down till it's quarter past eight,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then she'll scold <i>him</i> 'cause they get there so late.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He spends heaps of money a-buyin' her things,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like candy, and flowers, and presents, and rings;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And all he's got for 'em's a handkerchief case—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A fussed-up concern, made of ribbons and lace;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But, my land! He thinks it's just grand,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"'Cause she made it," he says, "with her own little hand";</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84"></a>He calls her "an angel"—I heard him—and "saint,"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And "beautif'lest bein' on earth"—but she ain't,</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Fore I go on an errand for her any time,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I just make her coax me, and give me a dime;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But that great big silly—why, honest and true—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He'd run forty miles if she wanted him to.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, gee whiz!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I tell you what 'tis!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I jest think it's <i>awful</i>—those actions of his.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I won't fall in love, when I'm grown—no sir-ee!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My sister's best feller's a warnin' to me!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Joseph C. Lincoln.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Where_the_West_Begins" id="Where_the_West_Begins"></a>Where the West Begins</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Out where the handclasp's a little stronger,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Out where a smile dwells a little longer,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That's where the West begins.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Out where the sun's a little brighter,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where the snow that falls is a trifle whiter,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where the bonds of home are a wee bit tighter,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That's where the West begins.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Out where the skies are a trifle bluer,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Out where friendship's a little truer,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That's where the West begins.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Out where a fresher breeze is blowing,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where there is laughter in every streamlet flowing,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where there's more of reaping and less of sowing,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That's where the West begins.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Out where the world is in the making,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where fewer hearts with despair are aching;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That's where the West begins.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where there is more of singing and less of sighing,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where there is more of giving and less of buying,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And a man makes friends without half trying—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That's where the West begins.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Arthur Chapman.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Tapestry_Weavers" id="The_Tapestry_Weavers"></a>The Tapestry Weavers</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Let us take to our hearts a lesson—no lesson can braver be—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From the ways of the tapestry weavers on the other side of the sea.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Above their heads the pattern hangs, they study it with care,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The while their fingers deftly move, their eyes are fastened there.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They tell this curious thing, besides, of the patient, plodding weaver:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He works on the wrong side evermore, but works for the right side ever.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It is only when the weaving stops, and the web is loosed and turned,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That he sees his real handiwork—that his marvelous skill is learned.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ah, the sight of its delicate beauty, how it pays him for all his cost!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No rarer, daintier work than his was ever done by the frost.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then the master bringeth him golden hire, and giveth him praise as well,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And how happy the heart of the weaver is, no tongue but his can tell.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The years of man are the looms of God, let down from the place of the sun,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Wherein we are weaving ever, till the mystic web is done.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Weaving blindly but weaving surely each for himself his fate—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We may not see how the right side looks, we can only weave and wait.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But, looking above for the pattern, no weaver hath to fear;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Only let him look clear into heaven, the Perfect Pattern is there.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If he keeps the face of the Savior forever and always in sight</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His toil shall be sweeter than honey, his weaving sure to be right.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when the work is ended, and the web is turned and shown,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He shall hear the voice of the Master, it shall say unto him, "Well done!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the white-winged Angels of Heaven, to bear him shall come down;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And God shall give him gold for his hire—not a coin—but a glowing crown.</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="When_the_Teacher_Gets_Cross" id="When_the_Teacher_Gets_Cross"></a>When the Teacher Gets Cross</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>When the teacher gets cross, and her blue eyes gets black,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the pencil comes down on the desk with a whack,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We chillen all sit up straight in a line,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As if we had rulers instead of a spine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And it's scary to cough, and it a'n't safe to grin,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the teacher gets cross, and the dimples goes in.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the teacher gets cross, the tables get mixed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The ones and the twos begins to play tricks.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The pluses and minuses is just little smears,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the cry babies cry their slates full of tears,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the figgers won't add,—but just act up like sin,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the teacher gets cross, and the dimples goes in.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the teacher gets cross, the reading gets bad.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The lines jingle round till the' chillen is sad.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Billy boy puffs and gets red in the face,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As if he and the lesson were running a race,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Until she hollers out, "Next!" as sharp as a pin,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the teacher gets cross, and the dimples goes in.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the teacher gets good, her smile is so bright,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That the tables gets straight, and the reading gets right.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The pluses and minuses comes trooping along,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the figgers add up and stop being wrong,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And we chillen would like, but we dassent, to shout,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the teacher gets good, and the dimples comes out.</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Recessional" id="Recessional"></a>Recessional</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>God of our fathers, known of old,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lord of our far-flung battle line,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Beneath whose awful Hand we hold</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dominion over palm and pine—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lest we forget—lest we forget!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The tumult and the shouting dies;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The captains and the kings depart:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">An humble and a contrite heart.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lest we forget—lest we forget!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Far-called, our navies melt away;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On dune and headland sinks the fire:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lo, all our pomp of yesterday</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lest we forget—lest we forget!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86"></a>If, drunk with sight of power, we loose</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Such boasting as the Gentiles use,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or lesser breeds without the Law—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lest we forget—lest we forget!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For heathen heart that puts her trust</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In reeking tube and iron shard,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All valiant dust that builds on dust,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And guarding, calls not Thee to guard,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For frantic boast and foolish word,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord!</td></tr> + +<tr><td align='right'>Amen.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Rudyard Kipling.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Eternal_Goodness" id="The_Eternal_Goodness"></a>The Eternal Goodness</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>O Friends! with whom my feet have trod</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The quiet aisles of prayer,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Glad witness to your zeal for God</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And love of man I bear.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I trace your lines of argument;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your logic linked and strong</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I weigh as one who dreads dissent,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And fears a doubt as wrong.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But still my human hands are weak</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To hold your iron creeds:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Against the words ye bid me speak</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">My heart within me pleads.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who fathoms the Eternal Thought?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who talks of scheme and plan?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Lord is God! He needeth not</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The poor device of man.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I walk with bare, hushed feet the ground</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye tread with boldness shod;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I dare not fix with mete and bound</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The love and power of God.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ye praise His justice; even such</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">His pitying love I deem;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ye seek a king; I fain would touch</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The robe that hath no seam.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ye see the curse which overbroods</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A world of pain and loss;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I hear our Lord's beatitudes</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And prayer upon the cross.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>More than your schoolmen teach, within</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Myself, alas! I know;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Too dark ye cannot paint the sin,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Too small the merit show.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I bow my forehead to the dust,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I veil mine eyes for shame,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And urge, in trembling self-distrust,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A prayer without a claim.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I see the wrong that round me lies,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I feel the guilt within;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I hear, with groan and travail-cries,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The world confess its sin.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yet, in the maddening maze of things,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And tossed by storm and flood,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To one fixed stake my spirit clings;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I know that God is good!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Not mine to look where cherubim</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And seraphs may not see,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But nothing can be good in Him</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which evil is in me.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The wrong that pains my soul below</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I dare not throne above;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I know not of His hate,—I know</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">His goodness and His love.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I dimly guess from blessings known</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of greater out of sight,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, with the chastened Psalmist, own</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">His judgments too are right.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I long for household voices gone,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For vanished smiles I long,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But God hath led my dear ones on,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he can do no wrong.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87"></a>I know not what the future hath</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of marvel or surprise,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Assured alone that life and death</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">His mercy underlies.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And if my heart and flesh are weak</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To bear an untried pain,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The bruised reed He will not break,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But strengthen and sustain.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No offering of my own I have,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor works my faith to prove;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I can but give the gifts He gave,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And plead His love for love.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And so beside the Silent Sea,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I wait the muffled oar;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No harm from Him can come to me</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On ocean or on shore.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I know not where His islands lift</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their fronded palms in air;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I only know I cannot drift</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beyond His love and care.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O brothers! if my faith is vain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">If hopes like these betray,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Pray for me that my feet may gain</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sure and safer way.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Thou, O Lord! by whom are seen</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy creatures as they be,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Forgive me if too close I lean</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">My human heart on Thee!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>John G. Whittier.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Driving_Home_the_Cows" id="Driving_Home_the_Cows"></a>Driving Home the Cows</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Out of the clover and blue-eyed grass</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He turned them into the river-lane;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>One after another he let them pass.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then fastened the meadow-bars again.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Under the willows and over the hill,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He patiently followed their sober pace;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The merry whistle for once was still,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And something shadowed the sunny face.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Only a boy! and his father had said</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He never could let his youngest go;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Two already were lying dead</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Under the feet of the trampling foe.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But after the evening work was done,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the frogs were loud in the meadow swamp,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Over his shoulder he slung his gun,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And stealthily followed the footpath damp,—</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Across the clover and through the wheat.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With resolute heart and purpose grim,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Though cold was the dew on his hurrying feet,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the blind bat's flitting startled him.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thrice since then had the lanes been white,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the orchards sweet with apple bloom;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And now, when the cows came back at night,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The feeble father drove them home.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For news had come to the lonely farm</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That three were lying where two had lain;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the old man's tremulous, palsied arm</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Could never lean on a son's again.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The summer day grew cool and late;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He went for the cows when the work was done;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But down the lane, as he opened the gate,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He saw them coming, one by one,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88"></a></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Brindle, Ebony, Speckle, and Bess,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shaking their horns in the evening wind,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Cropping the buttercups out of the grass—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But who was it following close behind?</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Loosely swung in the idle air</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The empty sleeve of army blue;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And worn and pale, from the crisping hair,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Looked out a face that the father knew.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For southern prisons will sometimes yawn,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And yield their dead unto life again;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the day that comes with a cloudy dawn</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In golden glory at last may wane.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The great tears sprang to their meeting eyes;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the heart must speak when the lips are dumb,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And under the silent evening skies</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Together they followed the cattle home.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Kate P. Osgood.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_Song_of_Our_Flag" id="A_Song_of_Our_Flag"></a>A Song of Our Flag</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Your Flag and my Flag!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">And, oh, how much it holds—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Your land and my land—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Secure within its folds!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Your heart and my heart</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Beat quicker at the sight;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sun-kissed and wind-tossed,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Red and blue and white.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The one Flag—the great Flag—the Flag for me and you—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Glorified all else beside—the red and white and blue!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Your Flag and my Flag!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">To every star and stripe</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">The drums beat as hearts beat</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">And fifers shrilly pipe!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Your Flag and my Flag—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">A blessing in the sky;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Your hope and my hope—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">It never hid a lie!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Home land and far land and half the world around,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Old Glory hears our glad salute and ripples to the sound!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Wilbur D. Nesbit.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="When_the_Minister_Comes_to_Tea" id="When_the_Minister_Comes_to_Tea"></a>When the Minister Comes to Tea</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh! they've swept the parlor carpet, and they've dusted every chair,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And they've got the tidies hangin' jest exactly on the square;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the what-not's fixed up lovely, and the mats have all been beat,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the pantry's brimmin' over with the bully things ter eat;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sis has got her Sunday dress on, and she's frizzin' up her bangs;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ma's got on her best alpacky, and she's askin' how it hangs;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Pa has shaved as slick as can be, and I'm rigged way up in G,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And it's all because we're goin' ter have the minister ter tea.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh! the table's fixed up gaudy, with the gilt-edged chiny set,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And we'll use the silver tea-pot and the comp'ny spoons, you bet;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And we're goin' ter have some fruitcake and some thimbleberry jam,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And "riz biscuits," and some doughnuts, and some chicken, and some ham.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ma, she'll 'polergize like fury and say everything is bad,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And "Sich awful luck with cookin'," she is sure she never had;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But, er course, she's only bluffin,' for it's as prime as it can be,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And she's only talkin' that way 'cause the minister's ter tea.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89"></a>Everybody'll be a-smilin' and as good as ever was,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Pa won't growl about the vittles, like he generally does.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And he'll ask me would I like another piece er pie; but, sho!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That, er course, is only manners, and I'm s'posed ter answer "No."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sis'll talk about the church-work and about the Sunday-school,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ma'll tell how she liked that sermon that was on the Golden Rule,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And if I upset my tumbler they won't say a word ter me:—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yes, a boy can eat in comfort with the minister ter tea!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Say! a minister, you'd reckon, never'd say what wasn't true;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But that isn't so with ours, and I jest can prove it, too;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Cause when Sis plays on the organ so it makes yer want ter die,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Why, he sets and says it's lovely; and that, seems ter me,'s a lie:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I like him all the samey, and I only wish he'd stay</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>At our house fer good and always, and eat with us every day;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Only think of havin' goodies <i>every</i> evenin'! Jimmin<i>ee</i>!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I'd <i>never</i> git a scoldin' with the minister ter tea!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Joseph C. Lincoln.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="When_the_Cows_Come_Home" id="When_the_Cows_Come_Home"></a>When the Cows Come Home</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When klingle, klangle, klingle,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Far down the dusty dingle,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cows are coming home;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now sweet and clear, now faint and low,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The airy tinklings come and go,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like chimings from the far-off tower,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or patterings of an April shower</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That makes the daisies grow;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ko-ling, ko-lang, kolinglelingle</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Far down the darkening dingle,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cows come slowly home.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And old-time friends, and twilight plays,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And starry nights and sunny days,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Come trooping up the misty ways</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the cows come home,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With jingle, jangle, jingle,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Soft tones that sweetly mingle—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cows are coming home;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Malvine, and Pearl, and Florimel,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>DeKamp, Red Rose, and Gretchen Schell.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Queen Bess and Sylph, and Spangled Sue,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Across the fields I hear her "loo-oo"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And clang her silver bell;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Go-ling, go-lang, golingledingle,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With faint, far sounds that mingle,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cows come slowly home.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And mother-songs of long-gone years,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And baby-joys and childish fears,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And youthful hopes and youthful tears,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the cows come home.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With ringle, rangle, ringle,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By twos and threes and single,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cows are coming home.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Through violet air we see the town,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the summer sun a-sliding down,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the maple in the hazel glade</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Throws down the path a longer shade,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the hills are growing brown;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To-ring, to-rang, toringleringle,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By threes and fours and single,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cows come slowly home.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The same sweet sound of wordless psalm,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90"></a>The same sweet June-day rest and calm,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The same sweet smell of buds and balm,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the cows come home.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With tinkle, tankle, tinkle,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Through fern and periwinkle,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cows are coming home.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A-loitering in the checkered stream,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where the sun-rays glance and gleam,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Clarine, Peach-bloom and Phebe Phillis</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Stand knee-deep in the creamy lilies,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a drowsy dream;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To-link, to-lank, tolinklelinkle,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O'er banks with buttercups a-twinkle,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cows come slowly home.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And up through memory's deep ravine</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Come the brook's old song and its old-time sheen,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the crescent of the silver queen,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the cows come home.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With klingle, klangle, klingle,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With loo-oo, and moo-oo and jingle,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cows are coming home.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And over there on Merlin Hill</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sounds the plaintive cry of the whip-poor-will,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the dew-drops lie on the tangled vines,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And over the poplars Venus shines,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And over the silent mill.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ko-ling, ko-lang, kolinglelingle,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With ting-a-ling and jingle,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cows come slowly home.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Let down the bars; let in the train</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of long-gone songs, and flowers, and rain;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For dear old times come back again,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the cows come home.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Agnes E. Mitchell.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Custers_Last_Charge" id="Custers_Last_Charge"></a>Custer's Last Charge</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Dead! Is it possible? He, the bold rider,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Custer, our hero, the first in the fight,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Charming the bullets of yore to fly wider,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shunning our battle-king's ringlets of light!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Dead! our young chieftain, and dead all forsaken!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">No one to tell us the way of his fall!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Slain in the desert, and never to waken,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Never, not even to victory's call!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Comrades, he's gone! but ye need not be grieving;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">No, may my death be like his when I die!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No regrets wasted on words I am leaving,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Falling with brave men, and face to the sky.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Death's but a journey, the greatest must take it:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fame is eternal, and better than all;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Gold though the bowl be, 'tis fate that must break it,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Glory can hallow the fragments that fall.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Proud for his fame that last day that he met them!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">All the night long he had been on their track,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Scorning their traps and the men that had set them,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wild for a charge that should never give back.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There, on the hilltop he halted and saw them—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lodges all loosened and ready to fly;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hurrying scouts with the tidings to awe them,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Told of his coming before he was nigh.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91"></a>All the wide valley was full of their forces,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gathered to cover the lodges' retreat,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Warriors running in haste to their horses,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thousands of enemies close to his feet!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Down in the valleys the ages had hollowed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">There lay the Sitting Bull's camp for a prey!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Numbers! What recked he? What recked those who followed?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Men who had fought ten to one ere that day?</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Out swept the squadrons, the fated three hundred,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Into the battle-line steady and full;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then down the hillside exultingly thundered</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Into the hordes of the Old Sitting Bull!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Wild Ogalallah, Arapahoe, Cheyenne,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wild Horse's braves, and the rest of their crew,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shrank from that charge like a herd from a lion.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then closed around the great hell of wild Sioux.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Right to their center he charged, and then, facing—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hark to those yells and around them, Oh, see!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Over the hilltops the devils come racing,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Coming as fast as the waves of the sea!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Red was the circle of fire about them,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">No hope of victory, no ray of light,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shot through that terrible black cloud about them,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Brooding in death over Custer's last fight.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>THEN DID HE BLENCH?</i> Did he die like a craven,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Begging those torturing fiends for his life?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Was there a soldier who carried the Seven</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Flinched like a coward or fled from the strife?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No, by the blood of our Custer, no quailing!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">There in the midst of the devils they close,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hemmed in by thousands, but ever assailing,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fighting like tigers, all bayed amid foes!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thicker and thicker the bullets came singing;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Down go the horses and riders and all;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Swiftly the warriors round them were ringing,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Circling like buzzards awaiting their fall.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>See the wild steeds of the mountain and prairie,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Savage eyes gleaming from forests of mane;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Quivering lances with pennons so airy;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">War-painted warriors charging amain.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Backward again and again they were driven,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shrinking to close with the lost little band;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Never a cap that had worn the bright Seven</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bowed till its wearer was dead on the strand.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Closer and closer the death-circle growing,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Even the leader's voice, clarion clear,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Rang out his words of encouragement glowing,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"We can but die once, boys, but <i>SELL YOUR LIVES DEAR!</i>"</span><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92"></a></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Dearly they sold them, like Berserkers raging,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Facing the death that encircled them round;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Death's bitter pangs by their vengeance assuaging,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Marking their tracks by their dead on the ground.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Comrades, our children shall yet tell their story,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Custer's last charge on the Old Sitting Bull;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And ages shall swear that the cup of his glory</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Needed but that death to render it full.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Frederick Whitttaker.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_Boy_and_His_Stomach" id="A_Boy_and_His_Stomach"></a>A Boy and His Stomach</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>What's the matter, stummick? Ain't I always been your friend?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ain't I always been a pardner to you? All my pennies don't I spend</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In getting nice things for you? Don't I give you lots of cake?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Say, stummick, what's the matter, You had to go an' ache?</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Why, I loaded you with good things yesterday;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I gave you more corn an' chicken than you'd ever had before;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I gave you fruit an' candy, apple pie an' chocolate cake,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' last night when I got to bed you had to go an' ache.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Say, what's the matter with you? Ain't you satisfied at all?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I gave you all you wanted; you was hard jes' like a ball,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' you couldn't hold another bit of puddin'; yet last night</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You ached most awful, stummick! That ain't treatin' me jest right.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I've been a friend to you, I have! Why ain't you a friend o' mine?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They gave me castor oil becoz you made me whine.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'm feelin' fine this mornin'; yes it's true;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I tell you, stummick, you better appreciate things I do for you.</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="On_the_Shores_of_Tennessee" id="On_the_Shores_of_Tennessee"></a>On the Shores of Tennessee</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>"Move my arm-chair, faithful Pompey,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the sunshine bright and strong,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For this world is fading, Pompey—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Massa won't be with you long;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I fain would hear the south wind</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bring once more the sound to me,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of the wavelets softly breaking</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On the shores of Tennessee.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Mournful though the ripples murmur</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As they still the story tell,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How no vessels float the banner</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That I've loved so long and well,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I shall listen to their music,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dreaming that again I see</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Stars and Stripes on sloop and shallop</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sailing up the Tennessee;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"And Pompey, while old Massa's waiting</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For Death's last dispatch to come,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If that exiled starry banner</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Should come proudly sailing home,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You shall greet it, slave no longer—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Voice and hand shall both be free</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That shout and point to Union colors</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On the waves of Tennessee."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Massa's berry kind to Pompey;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But old darkey's happy here,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where he's tended corn and cotton</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For dese many a long-gone year.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ober yonder, Missis' sleeping—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">No one tends her grave like me;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mebbe she would miss the flowers</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">She used to love in Tennessee.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"<a name="Page_93" id="Page_93"></a>'Pears like, she was watching Massa—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">If Pompey should beside him stay,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mebbe she'd remember better</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">How for him she used to pray;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Telling him that way up yonder</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">White as snow his soul would be,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If he served the Lord of Heaven</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">While he lived in Tennessee."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Silently the tears were rolling</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Down the poor old dusky face,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As he stepped behind his master,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In his long-accustomed place.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then a silence fell around them,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As they gazed on rock and tree</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Pictured in the placid waters</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of the rolling Tennessee;—</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Master, dreaming of the battle</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where he fought by Marion's side,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where he bid the haughty Tarleton</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Stoop his lordly crest of pride:—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Man, remembering how yon sleeper</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Once he held upon his knee.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ere she loved the gallant soldier,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ralph Vervair of Tennessee.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Still the south wind fondly lingers</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Mid the veteran's silver hair;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Still the bondman, close beside him</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Stands behind the old arm-chair.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With his dark-hued hand uplifted,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shading eyes, he bends to see</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where the woodland, boldly jutting,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Turns aside the Tennessee.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thus he watches cloud-born shadows</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Glide from tree to mountain-crest,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Softly creeping, aye and ever</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To the river's yielding breast.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ha! above the foliage yonder</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Something flutters wild and free!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Massa! Massa! Hallelujah!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The flag's come back to Tennessee!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Pompey, hold me on your shoulder,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Help me stand on foot once more,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That I may salute the colors</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As they pass my cabin door.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Here's the paper signed that frees you,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Give a freeman's shout with me—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'God and Union!' be our watchword</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Evermore in Tennessee!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then the trembling voice grew fainter,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the limbs refused to stand;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>One prayer to Jesus—and the soldier</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Glided to the better land.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the flag went down the river</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Man and master both were free;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While the ring-dove's note was mingled</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With the rippling Tennessee.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Ethel Lynn Beers.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_White-Footed_Deer" id="The_White-Footed_Deer"></a>The White-Footed Deer</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>It was a hundred years ago,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When, by the woodland ways,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The traveler saw the wild deer drink,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or crop the birchen sprays.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Beneath a hill, whose rocky side</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O'er-browed a grassy mead,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And fenced a cottage from the wind,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A deer was wont to feed.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She only came when on the cliffs</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The evening moonlight lay,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And no man knew the secret haunts</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In which she walked by day.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>White were her feet, her forehead showed</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A spot of silvery white,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That seemed to glimmer like a star</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In autumn's hazy night.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And here, when sang the whippoorwill,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">She cropped the sprouting leaves,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And here her rustling steps were heard</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On still October eves.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But when the broad midsummer moon</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rose o'er the grassy lawn,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Beside the silver-footed deer<a name="Page_94" id="Page_94"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">There grazed a spotted fawn.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The cottage dame forbade her son</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To aim the rifle here;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"It were a sin," she said, "to harm</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or fright that friendly deer.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"This spot has been my pleasant home</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ten peaceful years and more;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And ever, when the moonlight shines,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">She feeds before our door,</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"The red men say that here she walked</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A thousand moons ago;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They never raise the war whoop here,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And never twang the bow.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I love to watch her as she feeds,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And think that all is well</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While such a gentle creature haunts</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The place in which we dwell."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The youth obeyed, and sought for game</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In forests far away,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where, deep in silence and in moss,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The ancient woodland lay.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But once, in autumn's golden time,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He ranged the wild in vain,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nor roused the pheasant nor the deer,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And wandered home again.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The crescent moon and crimson eve</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shone with a mingling light;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The deer, upon the grassy mead,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was feeding full in sight.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He raised the rifle to his eye,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And from the cliffs around</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A sudden echo, shrill and sharp,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gave back its deadly sound.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Away, into the neighboring wood,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The startled creature flew,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And crimson drops at morning lay</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Amid the glimmering dew.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Next evening shone the waxing moon</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As sweetly as before;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The deer upon the grassy mead</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was seen again no more.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But ere that crescent moon was old,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By night the red men came,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And burnt the cottage to the ground,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And slew the youth and dame.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now woods have overgrown the mead,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And hid the cliffs from sight;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There shrieks the hovering hawk at noon,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And prowls the fox at night.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>W.C. Bryant.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Mount_Vernons_Bells" id="Mount_Vernons_Bells"></a>Mount Vernon's Bells</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Where Potomac's stream is flowing</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Virginia's border through,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where the white-sailed ships are going</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sailing to the ocean blue;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hushed the sound of mirth and singing,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Silent every one!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While the solemn bells are ringing</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By the tomb of Washington.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tolling and knelling,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a sad, sweet sound,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O'er the waves the tones are swelling</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By Mount Vernon's sacred ground.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Long ago the warrior slumbered—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our country's father slept;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Long among the angels numbered</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They the hero soul have kept.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But the children's children love him,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And his name revere,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So where willows wave above him,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sweetly still his knell you hear.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sail, oh ships, across the billows,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bear the story far;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How he sleeps beneath the willows,—<a name="Page_95" id="Page_95"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"First in peace and first in war,"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tell while sweet adieus are swelling,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till you come again,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He within the hearts is dwelling,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of his loving countrymen.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>M.B.C. Slade.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Gradatim" id="Gradatim"></a>Gradatim</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Heaven is not reached at a single bound;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But we build the ladder by which we rise</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And we mount to the summit round by round,</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I count this thing to be grandly true:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That a noble deed is a step toward God,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lifting a soul from the common sod</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To a purer air and a broader view.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We rise by things that are under our feet;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By what we have mastered of good and gain,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By the pride deposed and the passion slain,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the vanquished ills that we hourly meet.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We hope, we aspire, we resolve, we trust,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the morning calls us to life and light;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But our hearts grow weary, and ere he night</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Our lives are trailing the sordid dust.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We hope, we resolve, we aspire, we pray,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And we think that we mount the air on wings,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beyond the recall of sensual things,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While our feet still cling to the heavy clay.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Only in dreams is a ladder thrown</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From the weary earth to the sapphire walls;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But the dreams depart, and the vision falls,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the sleeper awakes on his pillow of stone.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Heaven is not reached at a single bound;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But we build the ladder by which we rise</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And we mount to the summit round by round.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>J.G. Holland.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Mr_Finneys_Turnip" id="Mr_Finneys_Turnip"></a>Mr. Finney's Turnip</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Mr. Finney had a turnip</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And it grew behind the barn;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It grew there, and it grew there,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the turnip did no harm,</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It grew and it grew,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till it could get no taller;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mr. Finney pulled it up</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And put it in his cellar.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It lay there and it lay there,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till it began to rot;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His daughter Sallie took it up,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And put it in the pot.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She boiled it, and she boiled it,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As long as she was able;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His daughter Peggy fished it out.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And put it on the table.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mr. Finney and his wife.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They sat down to sup,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And they ate, and they ate,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Until they ate the turnip up.</span></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + +<h2><a name="The_Village_Blacksmith" id="The_Village_Blacksmith"></a>The Village Blacksmith</h2> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> + +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96"></a>Under a spreading chestnut tree</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The village smithy stands;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The smith, a mighty man is he,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With large and sinewy hands;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the muscles of his brawny arms</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are strong as iron bands.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His hair is crisp, and black and long,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">His face is like the tan;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His brow is wet with honest sweat,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He earns whate'er he can,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And looks the whole world in the face,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For he owes not any man.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Week in, week out, from morn till night,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">You can hear his bellows blow;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With measured beat and slow,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like a sexton ringing the village bell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the evening sun is low.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And children coming home from school</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Look in at the open door;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They love to see the flaming forge,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And hear the bellows roar,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And catch the burning sparks that fly</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like chaff from a threshing floor.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He goes on Sunday to the church,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sits among his boys;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He hears the parson pray and preach,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He hears his daughter's voice,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Singing in the village choir,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And it makes his heart rejoice.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It sounds to him like her mother's voice,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Singing in Paradise!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He needs must think of her once more,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">How in the grave she lies;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And with his hard, rough hand he wipes</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A tear out of his eyes.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Toiling,—rejoicing,—sorrowing,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Onward through life he goes;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Each morning sees some task begun,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Each evening sees it close;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Something attempted, something done,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Has earned a night's repose.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the lesson thou hast taught!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thus at the flaming forge of life</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our fortunes must be wrought;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thus on its sounding anvil shaped</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Each burning deed and thought.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>H. W. Longfellow.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="You_and_You" id="You_and_You"></a>You and You</h2> + +<h4><i>To the American Private in the Great War</i></h4> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Every one of you won the war—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You and you and you—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Each one knowing what it was for,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And what was his job to do.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Every one of you won the war,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Obedient, unwearied, unknown,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Dung in the trenches, drift on the shore,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Dust to the world's end blown;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Every one of you, steady and true,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You and you and you—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Down in the pit or up in the blue,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Whether you crawled or sailed or flew,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Whether your closest comrade knew</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or you bore the brunt alone—</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All of you, all of you, name after name,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Jones and Robinson, Smith and Brown,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You from the piping prairie town,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You from the Fundy fogs that came,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You from the city's roaring blocks,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You from the bleak New England rocks</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With the shingled roof in the apple boughs,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You from the brown adobe house—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97"></a>You from the Rockies, you from the Coast,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You from the burning frontier-post</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And you from the Klondyke's frozen flanks,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You from the cedar-swamps, you from the pine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You from the cotton and you from the vine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You from the rice and the sugar-brakes,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You from the Rivers and you from the Lakes,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You from the Creeks and you from the Licks</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And you from the brown bayou—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You and you and you—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You from the pulpit, you from the mine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You from the factories, you from the banks,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Closer and closer, ranks on ranks,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Airplanes and cannon, and rifles and tanks,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Smith and Robinson, Brown and Jones,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ruddy faces or bleaching bones,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>After the turmoil and blood and pain</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Swinging home to the folks again</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or sleeping alone in the fine French rain—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Every one of you won the war.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Every one of you won the war—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You and you and you—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Pressing and pouring forth, more and more,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Toiling and straining from shore to shore</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To reach the flaming edge of the dark</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where man in his millions went up like a spark,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You, in your thousands and millions coming,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All the sea ploughed with you, all the air humming,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All the land loud with you,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All our hearts proud with you,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All our souls bowed with the awe of your coming!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where's the Arch high enough,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lads, to receive you,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where's the eye dry enough,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Dears, to perceive you,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When at last and at last in your glory you come,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tramping home?</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Every one of you won the war,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You and you and you—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You that carry an unscathed head,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You that halt with a broken tread,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And oh, most of all, you Dead, you Dead!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lift up the Gates for these that are last,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That are last in the great Procession.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Let the living pour in, take possession,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Flood back to the city, the ranch, the farm,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The church and the college and mill,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Back to the office, the store, the exchange,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Back to the wife with the babe on her arm,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Back to the mother that waits on the sill,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the supper that's hot on the range.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And now, when the last of them all are by,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Be the Gates lifted up on high</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To let those Others in,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Those Others, their brothers, that softly tread,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That come so thick, yet take no ground,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That are so many, yet make no sound,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Our Dead, our Dead, our Dead!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O silent and secretly-moving throng,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In your fifty thousand strong,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Coming at dusk when the wreaths have dropt,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98"></a>And streets are empty, and music stopt,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Silently coming to hearts that wait</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Dumb in the door and dumb at the gate,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And hear your step and fly to your call—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Every one of you won the war,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But you, you Dead, most of all!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Edith Wharton (Copyright 1919 by Charles Scrihner's, Sons).</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_First_Snow-fall" id="The_First_Snow-fall"></a>The First Snow-fall</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>The snow had begun in the gloaming,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And busily all the night</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Had been heaping field and highway</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a silence deep and white.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Every pine and fir and hemlock</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wore ermine too dear for an earl,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the poorest twig on the elm tree</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was ridged inch-deep with pearl.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From sheds new-roofed with Carrara</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Came Chanticleer's muffled crow,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And still fluttered down the snow.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I stood and watched by the window</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The noiseless work of the sky,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the sudden flurries of snow-birds,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like brown leaves whirling by.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where a little headstone stood;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How the flakes were folding it gently,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As did robins the babes in the wood.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Up spoke our own little Mabel,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Saying, "Father, who makes it snow?"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I told of the good All-father</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who cares for us here below.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Again I looked at the snow-fall,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thought of the leaden sky</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That arched o'er our first great sorrow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When that mound was heaped so high.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I remembered the gradual patience</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That fell from that cloud like snow,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Flake by flake, healing and hiding</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The scar of our deep-plunged woe.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And again to the child I whispered,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The snow that husheth all,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Darling, the merciful Father</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Alone can make it fall!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And she, kissing back, could not know</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That <i>my</i> kiss was given to her sister,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Folded close under deepening snow.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>James Russell Lowell.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Concord_Hymn" id="The_Concord_Hymn"></a>The Concord Hymn</h2> + +<h4><i>Sung at the completion of the Concord Monument, April 19, 1836</i>.</h4> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>By the rude bridge that arched the flood,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Here once the embattled farmers stood,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And fired the shot heard round the world.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The foe long since in silence slept;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Time the ruined bridge has swept</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On this green bank, by this soft stream,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">We set to-day a votive stone,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That memory may their deed redeem,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When, like our sires, our sons are gone.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Spirit, that made these heroes dare</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To die, to leave their children free,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bid Time and Nature gently spare</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The shaft we raise to them and thee.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Ralph Waldo Emerson.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Casey_at_the_Bat" id="Casey_at_the_Bat"></a>Casey at the Bat</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99"></a>It looked extremely rocky for the Mudville nine that day;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The score stood two to four with but an inning left to play;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So, when Cooney died at second, and Burrows did the same,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A pallor wreathed the features of the patrons of the game.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A straggling few got up to go, leaving there the rest,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With that hope which springs eternal within the human breast,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For they thought: "If only Casey could get a whack at that,"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They'd put up even money now, with Casey at the bat.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But Flynn preceded Casey, and likewise so did Blake,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the former was a puddin', and the latter was a fake;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So on that stricken multitude a deathlike silence sat.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For there seemed but little chance of Casey's getting to the bat,</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But Flynn let drive a "single," to the wonderment of all,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the much-despised Blakey "tore the cover off the ball";</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when the dust had lifted and they saw what had occurred,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There was Blakey safe at second, and Flynn a-huggin' third.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then, from the gladdened multitude went up a joyous yell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It rumbled in the mountain-tops, it rattled in the dell;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It struck upon the hillside and rebounded on the flat;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There was pride in Casey's bearing, and a smile on Casey's face.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then while the New York pitcher ground the ball into his hip,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Defiance gleamed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"That ain't my style,' said Casey. "Strike one," the umpire said.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like the beating of great storm waves on a stern and distant shore.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted someone on the stand.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And it's likely they'd have killed him had not Casey raised a hand.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He signaled to Sir Timothy, once more the spheroid flew;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, "Strike two."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Fraud," cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered "Fraud!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100"></a>But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are clenched in hate;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But there is no joy in Mudville—mighty Casey has struck out.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Phineas Thayer.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Caseys_Revenge" id="Caseys_Revenge"></a>Casey's Revenge</h2> + +<h4><i>(Being a reply to "Casey at the Bat.")</i></h4> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>There were saddened hearts in Mudville for a week or even more;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There were muttered oaths and curses—every fan in town was sore.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Just think," said one, "how soft it looked with Casey at the bat!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then to think he'd go and spring a bush league trick like that."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All his past fame was forgotten; he was now a hopeless "shine."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They called him "Strike-out Casey" from the mayor down the line.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And as he came to bat each day his bosom heaved a sigh,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While a look of hopeless fury shone in mighty Casey's eye.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The lane is long, someone has said, that never turns again,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Fate, though fickle, often gives another chance to men.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Casey smiled—his rugged face no longer wore a frown;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The pitcher who had started all the trouble came to town.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All Mudville has assembled; ten thousand fans had come</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To see the twirler who had put big Casey on the bum;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when he stepped into the box the multitude went wild.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He doffed his cap in proud disdain—but Casey only smiled.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Play ball!" the umpire's voice rang out, and then the game began;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But in that throng of thousands there was not a single fan</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who thought that Mudville had a chance; and with the setting sun</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Their hopes sank low—the rival team was leading "four to one."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The last half of the ninth came round, with no change in the score;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But when the first man up hit safe the crowd began to roar.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The din increased, the echo of ten thousand shouts was heard</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the pitcher hit the second and gave "four balls" to the third.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Three men on base—nobody out—three runs to tie the game!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A triple meant the highest niche in Mudville's hall of fame.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But here the rally ended and the gloom was deep as night</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the fourth one "fouled to catcher," and the fifth "flew out to right."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A dismal groan in chorus came—a scowl was on each face—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101"></a>When Casey walked up, bat in hand, and slowly took his place;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His bloodshot eyes in fury gleamed; his teeth were clinched in hate;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He gave his cap a vicious hook and pounded on the plate.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But fame is fleeting as the wind, and glory fades away;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There were no wild and woolly cheers, no glad acclaim this day.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They hissed and groaned and hooted as they clamored, "Strike him out!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But Casey gave no outward sign that he had heard the shout.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The pitcher smiled and cut one loose; across the plate it spread;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Another hiss, another groan—"Strike one!" the umpire said.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Zip! Like a shot, the second curve broke just below his knee—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Strike two!" the umpire roared aloud; but Casey made no plea.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No roasting for the umpire now—his was an easy lot.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But here the pitcher twirled again—was that a rifle shot?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A whack; a crack; and out through space the leather pellet flew—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A blot against the distant sky, a speck against the blue.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Above the fence in center field, in rapid whirling flight</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The sphere sailed on; the blot grew dim and then was lost to sight.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ten thousand hats were thrown in air, ten thousand threw a fit;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But no one ever found the ball that mighty Casey hit!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, somewhere in this favored land dark clouds may hide the sun,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And somewhere bands no longer play and children have no fun;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And somewhere over blighted lives there hangs a heavy pall,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But Mudville hearts are happy now—for Casey hit the ball!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>James Wilson.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Rock_Me_to_Sleep" id="Rock_Me_to_Sleep"></a>Rock Me to Sleep</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Backward, turn backward, O time, in your flight,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Make me a child again just for tonight!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mother, come back from the echoless shore,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Take me again to your heart as of yore;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I am so weary of toil and of tears,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Toil without recompense, tears all in vain,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Take them, and give me my childhood again!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I have grown weary of dust and decay,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Weary of flinging my soul-wealth away;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Weary of sowing for others to reap;—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Many a summer the grass has grown green,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Blossomed and faded, our faces between;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102"></a>Yet with strong yearning and passionate pain</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Long I to-night for your presence again.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Come from the silence so long and so deep;—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Over my heart, in the days that are flown,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No love like mother-love ever has shone;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No other worship abides and endures—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Faithful, unselfish and patient, like yours;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>None like a mother can charm away pain</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From the sick soul and the world-weary brain.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Slumber's soft calms o'er my heavy lids creep;—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Come, let your brown hair, just lighted with gold,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Fall on your shoulders again as of old;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Let it drop over my forehead to-night,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shading my faint eyes away from the light;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For with its sunny-edged shadows once more</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Haply will throng the sweet visions of yore;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep;—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mother, dear mother, the years have been long</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Since I last listened your lullaby song;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Womanhood's years have been only a dream.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Clasped to your breast in a loving embrace,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With your light lashes just sweeping my face,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Never hereafter to wake or to weep;—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Elizabeth Akers Allen.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="An_Answer_to_Rock_Me_to_Sleep" id="An_Answer_to_Rock_Me_to_Sleep"></a>An Answer to "Rock Me to Sleep"</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>My child, ah, my child; thou art weary to-night,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thy spirit is sad, and dim is the light;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thou wouldst call me back from the echoless shore</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To the trials of life, to thy heart as of yore;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thou longest again for my fond loving care,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For my kiss on thy cheek, for my hand on thy hair;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But angels around thee their loving watch keep,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And angels, my darling, will rock thee to sleep.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Backward?" Nay, onward, ye swift rolling years!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Gird on thy armor, keep back thy tears;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Count not thy trials nor efforts in vain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They'll bring thee the light of thy childhood again.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thou shouldst not weary, my child, by the way,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But watch for the light of that brighter day;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Not tired of "Sowing for others to reap,"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For angels, my darling, will rock thee to sleep.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tired, my child, of the "base, the untrue!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103"></a>I have tasted the cup they have given to you;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I've felt the deep sorrow in the living green</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of a low mossy grave by the silvery stream.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But the dear mother I then sought for in vain</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Is an angel presence and with me again;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And in the still night, from the silence deep,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Come the bright angels to rock me to sleep.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nearer thee now than in days that are flown,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Purer the love-light encircling thy home;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Far more enduring the watch for tonight</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Than ever earth worship away from the light;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Soon the dark shadows will linger no more.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nor come to thy call from the opening door;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But know thou, my child, that the angels watch keep,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And soon, very soon, they'll rock thee to sleep.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They'll sing thee to sleep with a soothing song;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, waking, thou'lt be with a heavenly throng;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And thy life, with its toil and its tears and pain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thou wilt then see has not been in vain.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thou wilt meet those in bliss whom on earth thou didst love,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And whom thou hast taught of the "Mansions above."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Never hereafter to suffer or weep,"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The angels, my darling, will rock thee to sleep.</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Bay_Billy" id="Bay_Billy"></a>Bay Billy</h2> + +<h4>(<i>December 15, 1862</i>)</h4> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>'Twas the last fight at Fredericksburg,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Perhaps the day you reck,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Our boys, the Twenty-second Maine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Kept Early's men in check.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Just where Wade Hampton boomed away</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The fight went neck and neck.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All day the weaker wing we held,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And held it with a will.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Five several stubborn times we charged</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The battery on the hill,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And five times beaten back, re-formed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And kept our column still.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>At last from out the center fight</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Spurred up a general's aide,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"That battery must silenced be!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He cried, as past he sped.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Our colonel simply touched his cap,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And then, with measured tread,</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To lead the crouching line once more,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The grand old fellow came.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No wounded man but raised his head</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And strove to gasp his name,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And those who could not speak nor stir,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"God blessed him" just the same.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For he was all the world to us,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That hero gray and grim;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Right well we knew that fearful slope</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">We'd climb with none but him,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Though while his white head led the way</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">We'd charge hell's portals in.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>This time we were not half way up</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When, midst the storm of shell,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Our leader, with his sword upraised,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beneath our bayonets fell,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And as we bore him back, the foe</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Set up a joyous yell.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Our hearts went with him. Back we swept,<a name="Page_104" id="Page_104"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when the bugle said,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Up, charge again!" no man was there</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But hung his dogged head.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"We've no one left to lead us now,"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sullen soldiers said.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Just then before the laggard line</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The colonel's horse we spied—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bay Billy, with his trappings on,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">His nostrils swelling wide,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As though still on his gallant back</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The master sat astride.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Right royally he took the place</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That was of old his wont,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And with a neigh that seemed to say,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Above the battle's brunt,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"How can the Twenty-second charge</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">If I am not in front?"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like statues rooted there we stood,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And gazed a little space;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Above that floating mane we missed</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The dear familiar face,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But we saw Bay Billy's eye of fire,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And it gave us heart of grace.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No bugle-call could rouse us all</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As that brave sight had done.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Down all the battered line we felt</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A lightning impulse run.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Up, up the hill we followed Bill,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And we captured every gun!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when upon the conquered height</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Died out the battle's hum,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Vainly 'mid living and the dead</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">We sought our leader dumb.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It seemed as if a spectre steed</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To win that day had come.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then the dusk and dew of night</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fell softly o'er the plain,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As though o'er man's dread work of death</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The angels wept again,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And drew night's curtain gently round</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A thousand beds of pain.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All night the surgeons' torches went</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The ghastly rows between,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All night with solemn step I paced</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The torn and bloody green.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But who that fought in the big war</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Such dread sights have not seen?</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>At last the morning broke. The lark</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sang in the merry skies,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As if to e'en the sleepers there</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">It said "Awake, arise!"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Though naught but that last trump of all</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Could ope their heavy eyes.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then once more, with banners gay,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Stretched out the long brigade.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Trimly upon the furrowed field</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The troops stood on parade,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And bravely 'mid the ranks were closed</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The gaps the fight had made.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Not half the Twenty-second's men</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were in their place that morn;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Corporal Dick, who yester-noon</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Stood six brave fellows on,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now touched my elbow in the ranks,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For all between were gone.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ah! who forgets that weary hour</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When, as with misty eyes,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To call the old familiar roll</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The solemn sergeant tries,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>One feels that thumping of the heart</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As no prompt voice replies.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And as in faltering tone and slow</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The last few names were said,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Across the field some missing horse</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Toiled up with weary tread.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It caught the sergeant's eye, and quick</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bay Billy's name he read.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105"></a></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yes! there the old bay hero stood,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">All safe from battle's harms,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And ere an order could be heard,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or the bugle's quick alarms,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Down all the front, from end to end,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The troops presented arms!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Not all the shoulder-straps on earth</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Could still our mighty cheer;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And ever from that famous day,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When rang the roll-call clear,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bay Billy's name was read, and then</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The whole line answered, "Here!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Frank H. Gassaway.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Legend_of_the_Organ-Builder" id="The_Legend_of_the_Organ-Builder"></a>The Legend of the Organ-Builder</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Day by day the Organ-builder in his lonely chamber wrought;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Day by day the soft air trembled to the music of his thought;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till at last the work was ended; and no organ voice so grand</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ever yet had soared responsive to the master's magic hand.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ay, so rarely was it builded that whenever groom and bride,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who, in God's sight were well-pleasing, in the church stood side by side,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Without touch or breath the organ of itself began to play,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the very airs of heaven through the soft gloom seemed to stray.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He was young, the Organ-builder, and o'er all the land his fame</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ran with fleet and eager footsteps, like a swiftly rushing flame.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All the maidens heard the story; all the maidens blushed and smiled,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By his youth and wondrous beauty and his great renown beguiled.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So he sought and won the fairest, and the wedding-day was set</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Happy day—the brightest jewel in the glad year's coronet!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But when they the portal entered, he forgot his lovely bride—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Forgot his love, forgot his God, and his heart swelled high with pride.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Ah!" thought he, "how great a master am I! When the organ plays,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How the vast cathedral-arches will re-echo with my praise!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Up the aisle the gay procession moved. The altar shone afar,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With every candle gleaming through soft shadows like a star.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But he listened, listened, listened, with no thought of love or prayer,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the swelling notes of triumph from his organ standing there.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All was silent. Nothing heard he save the priest's low monotone,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the bride's robe trailing softly o'er the floor of fretted stone.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then his lips grew white with anger. Surely God was pleased with him,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who had built the wondrous organ for His temple vast and dim!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Whose the fault then? Hers—the maiden standing meekly at his side!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Flamed his jealous rage, maintaining she was false to him—his bride.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Vain were all her protestations, vain her innocence and truth;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On that very night he left her to her anguish and her ruth.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Far he wandered to a country wherein no man knew his name:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For ten weary years he dwelt there, nursing still his wrath and shame.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then his haughty heart grew softer, and he thought by night and day</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of the bride he had deserted, till he hardly dared to pray;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106"></a>Thought of her, a spotless maiden, fair and beautiful and good;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thought of his relentless anger, that had cursed her womanhood;</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till his yearning grief and penitence at last were all complete,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And he longed, with bitter longing, just to fall down at her feet.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ah! how throbbed his heart when, after many a weary day and night,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Rose his native towers before him, with the sunset glow alight!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Through the gates into the city on he pressed with eager tread;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There he met a long procession—mourners following the dead.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Now why weep ye so, good people? And whom bury ye today?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Why do yonder sorrowing maidens scatter flowers along the way?</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Has some saint gone up to heaven?" "Yes," they answered, weeping sore;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"For the Organ-builder's saintly wife our eyes shall see no more;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And because her days were given to the service of God's poor,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From His church we mean to bury her. See! yonder is the door."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No one knew him; no one wondered when he cried out, white with pain;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No one questioned when, with pallid lips, he poured his tears like rain.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"'Tis someone she has comforted, who mourns with us," they said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As he made his way unchallenged, and bore the coffin's head;</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bore it through the open portal, bore it up the echoing aisle,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Let it down before the altar, where the lights burned clear the while.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When, oh, hark; the wondrous organ of itself began to play</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Strains of rare, unearthly sweetness never heard until that day!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All the vaulted arches rang with music sweet and clear;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All the air was filled with glory, as of angels hovering near;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And ere yet the strain was ended, he who bore the coffin's head,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With the smile of one forgiven, gently sank beside it—dead.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They who raised the body knew him, and they laid him by his bride;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Down the aisle and o'er the threshold they were carried, side by side;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While the organ played a dirge that no man ever heard before,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then softly sank to silence—silence kept forevermore.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Julia C. R. Dorr.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Our_Folks" id="Our_Folks"></a>Our Folks</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>"Hi! Harry Holly! Halt; and tell</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A fellow just a thing or two;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You've had a furlough, been to see</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">How all the folks in Jersey do.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It's months ago since I was there—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I, and a bullet from Fair Oaks.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When you were home, old comrade, say,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did you see any of our folks?</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"You did? Shake hands—Oh, ain't I glad!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For if I do look grim and rough,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I've got some feelin'—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 12em;">People think</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A soldier's heart is mighty tough;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But, Harry, when the bullets fly,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And hot saltpetre flames and smokes,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While whole battalions lie afield,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">One's apt to think about his folks.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"And so you saw them—when? and where?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The old man—is he hearty yet?</span><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And mother—does she fade at all?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or does she seem to pine and fret</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For me? And Sis?—has she grown tall?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And did you see her friend—you know—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That Annie Moss—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 9em;">(How this pipe chokes!)</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where did you see her?—Tell: me, Hal,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A lot of news about our folks,</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"You saw them in the church—you say,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">It's likely, for they're always there.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Not Sunday? No? A funeral? Who?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who, Harry? how you shake and stare!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All well, you say, and all were out.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">What ails you, Hal? Is this a hoax?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Why don't you tell me like a man:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">What is the matter with our folks?"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I said all well, old comrade, true;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I say all well, for He knows best</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who takes the young ones in his arms,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Before the sun goes to the west.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The axe-man Death deals right and left,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And flowers fall as well as oaks;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And so—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Fair Annie blooms no more!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And that's the matter with your folks.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"See, this long curl was kept for you;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And this white blossom from her breast;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And here—your sister Bessie wrote</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A letter telling all the rest.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bear up, old friend."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 11em;">Nobody speaks;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Only the old camp-raven croaks,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And soldiers whisper, "Boys, be still;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">There's some bad news from Granger's folks."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He turns his back—the only foe</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That ever saw it—on this grief,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, as men will, keeps down the tears</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Kind nature sends to woe's relief.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then answers he: "Ah, Hal, I'll try;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But in my throat there's something chokes,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Because, you see, I've thought so long</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To count her in among our folks.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I s'pose she must be happy now,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But still I will keep thinking, too,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I could have kept all trouble off,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By being tender, kind and true.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But maybe not.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">She's safe up there,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when the Hand deals other strokes,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She'll stand by Heaven's gate, I know,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And wait to welcome in our folks."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Ethel Lynn Beers.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Face_upon_the_Floor" id="The_Face_upon_the_Floor"></a>The Face upon the Floor</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>'Twas a balmy summer evening, and a goodly crowd was there,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Which well-nigh filled Joe's bar-room on the corner of the square;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And as songs and witty stories came through the open door,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A vagabond crept slowly in and posed upon the floor.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Where did it come from?" someone said. "The wind has blown it in."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"What does it want?" another cried. "Some whisky, rum or gin?"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Here, Toby, seek him, if your stomach's equal to the work—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I wouldn't touch him with a fork, he's as filthy as a Turk."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>This badinage the poor wretch took with stoical, good grace;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In fact, he smiled as though he thought he'd struck the proper place.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Come, boys, I know there's kindly hearts among so good a crowd—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108"></a>To be in such good company would make a deacon proud.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Give me a drink—that's what I want—I'm out of funds, you know;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When I had cash to treat the gang, this hand was never slow.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What? You laugh as though you thought this pocket never held a sou;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I once was fixed as well, my boys, as any one of you.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"There, thanks; that's braced me nicely; God bless you one and all;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Next time I pass this good saloon, I'll make another call.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>Give you a song?</i>No, I can't do that, my singing days are past;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My voice is cracked, my throat's worn out, and my lungs are going fast.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Say! give me another whisky, and I'll tell you what I'll do—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'll tell you a funny story, and a fact, I promise, too.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That I was ever a decent man, not one of you would think;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I was, some four or five years back. Say, give me another drink.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Fill her up, Joe, I want to put some life into my frame—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Such little drinks, to a bum like me, are miserably tame;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Five fingers—there, that's the scheme—and corking whisky, too.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Well, here's luck, boys; and landlord, my best regards to you.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"You've treated me pretty kindly, and I'd like to tell you how</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I came to be the dirty sot you see before you now.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As I told you, once I was a man, with muscle, frame and health,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And but for a blunder, ought to have made considerable wealth.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I was a painter—not one that daubed on bricks and wood,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But an artist, and, for my age, was rated pretty good.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I worked hard at my canvas, and was bidding fair to rise,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For gradually I saw the star of fame before my eyes.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I made a picture, perhaps you've seen, 'tis called the 'Chase of Fame.'</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It brought me fifteen hundred pounds, and added to my name.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then I met a woman—now comes the funny part—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With eyes that petrified my brain and sunk into my heart.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Why don't you laugh? 'Tis funny that the vagabond you see</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Could ever love a woman, and expect her love for me;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But 'twas so, and for a month or two her smiles were freely given,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when her loving lips touched mine it carried me to heaven.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Did you ever see a woman for whom your soul you'd give,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With a form like the Milo Venus, too beautiful to live;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With eyes that would beat the Koh-i-noor, and a wealth of chestnut hair?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If so, 'twas she, for there never was another half so fair.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I was working on a portrait, one afternoon in May,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of a fair-haired boy, a friend of mine, who lived across the way;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Madeline admired it, and, much to my surprise,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Said that she'd like to know the man that had such dreamy eyes.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"It didn't take long to know him, and before the month had flown,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109"></a>My friend had stolen my darling, and I was left alone;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And ere a year of misery had passed above my head,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The jewel I had treasured so had tarnished, and was dead.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"That's why I took to drink, boys. Why, I never saw you smile,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I thought you'd be amused, and laughing all the while.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Why, what's the mattter, friend? There's a teardrop in your eye,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Come, laugh, like me; 'tis only babes and women that should cry.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Say, boys, if you give me just another whisky, I'll be glad,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I'll draw right here a picture of the face that drove me mad.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Give me that piece of chalk with which you mark the baseball score—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You shall see the lovely Madeline upon the bar-room floor."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Another drink, and, with chalk in hand, the vagabond began</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To sketch a face that well might buy the soul of any man.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then as he placed another lock upon the shapely head,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With a fearful shriek, he leaped, and fell across the picture dead.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>H. Antoine D'Arcy.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Calf_Path" id="The_Calf_Path"></a>The Calf Path</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>One day through the primeval wood,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A calf walked home, as good calves should;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But made a trail all bent askew,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A crooked trail, as all calves do.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Since then three hundred years have fled,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, I infer, the calf is dead.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But still he left behind his trail,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And thereby hangs a moral tale.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The trail was taken up next day</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By a lone dog that passed that way,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then the wise bell-wether sheep</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Pursued the trail o'er vale and steep,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And drew the flock behind him, too,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As good bell-wethers always do.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And from that day, o'er hill and glade,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Through those old woods a path was made.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And many men wound in and out,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And turned and dodged and bent about,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And uttered words of righteous wrath</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Because 'twas such a crooked path:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But still they followed—do not laugh—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The first migrations of that calf,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And through this winding woodway stalked</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Because he wabbled when he walked.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>This forest path became a lane,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That bent and turned and turned again;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>This crooked path became a road.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where many a poor horse, with his load,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Toiled on beneath the burning sun,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And traveled some three miles in one.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And thus a century and a half</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They trod the footsteps of that calf.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The years passed on in swiftness fleet,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The road became a village street;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And this, before men were aware,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A city's crowded thoroughfare.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And soon the central street was this</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of a renowned metropolis.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And men two centuries and a half</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Trod in the footsteps of that calf!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Each day a hundred thousand rout</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Followed the zigzag calf about;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And o'er his crooked journey went</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The traffic of a continent.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A hundred thousand men were led</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By a calf near three centuries dead.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They followed still his crooked way</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And lost one hundred years a day;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110"></a>For thus such reverence is lent</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To well-established precedent.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A moral lesson this might teach</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Were I ordained and called to preach;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For men are prone to go it blind,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Along the calf-paths of the mind,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And work away from sun to sun</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To do what other men have done.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They follow in the beaten track,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And out and in, and forth and back,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And still their devious course pursue,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To keep the path that others do.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But how the wise wood-gods must laugh,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who saw the first primeval calf;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ah, many things this tale might teach—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I am not ordained to preach.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Sam Walter Foss.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Ride_of_Jennie_MNeal" id="The_Ride_of_Jennie_MNeal"></a>The Ride of Jennie M'Neal</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Paul Revere was a rider bold—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Well has his valorous deed been told;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sheridan's ride was a glorious one—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Often it has been dwelt upon;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But why should men do all the deeds</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On which the love of a patriot feeds?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hearken to me, while I reveal</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The dashing ride of Jennie M'Neal.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On a spot as pretty as might be found</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In the dangerous length of the Neutral Ground,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In a cottage, cozy, and all their own,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She and her mother lived alone.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Safe were the two, with their frugal store,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From all of the many who passed their door;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For Jennie's mother was strange to fears,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Jennie was large for fifteen years;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With vim her eyes were glistening,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her hair was the hue of a blackbird's wing;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And while the friends who knew her well</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The sweetness of her heart could tell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A gun that hung on the kitchen wall</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Looked solemnly quick to heed her call;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And they who were evil-minded knew</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her nerve was strong and her aim was true.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So all kind words and acts did deal</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To generous, black-eyed Jennie M'Neal.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>One night, when the sun had crept to bed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And rain-clouds lingered overhead,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And sent their surly drops for proof</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To drum a tune on the cottage roof,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Close after a knock at the outer door</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There entered a dozen dragoons or more.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Their red coats, stained by the muddy road,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That they were British soldiers showed;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The captain his hostess bent to greet,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Saying, "Madam, please give us a bit to eat;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We will pay you well, and, if may be,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>This bright-eyed girl for pouring our tea;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then we must dash ten miles ahead,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To catch a rebel colonel abed.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He is visiting home, as doth appear;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We will make his pleasure cost him dear."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And they fell on the hasty supper with zeal,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Close-watched the while by Jennie M'Neal.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the gray-haired colonel they hovered near</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Had been her true friend, kind and dear;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And oft, in her younger days, had he</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Right proudly perched her upon his knee,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And told her stories many a one</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111"></a>Concerning the French war lately done.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And oft together the two friends were,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And many the arts he had taught to her;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She had hunted by his fatherly side,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He had shown her how to fence and ride;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And once had said, "The time may be,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Your skill and courage may stand by me."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So sorrow for him she could but feel,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Brave, grateful-hearted Jennie M'Neal.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With never a thought or a moment more,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bare-headed she slipped from the cottage door,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ran out where the horses were left to feed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Unhitched and mounted the captain's steed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And down the hilly and rock-strewn way</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She urged the fiery horse of gray.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Around her slender and cloakless form</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Pattered and moaned the ceaseless storm;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Secure and tight a gloveless hand</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Grasped the reins with stern command;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And full and black her long hair streamed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Whenever the ragged lightning gleamed.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And on she rushed for the colonel's weal,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Brave, lioness-hearted Jennie M'Neal.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hark! from the hills, a moment mute,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Came a clatter of hoofs in hot pursuit;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And a cry from the foremost trooper said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Halt! or your blood be on your head";</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She heeded it not, and not in vain</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She lashed the horse with the bridle-rein.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So into the night the gray horse strode;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His shoes hewed fire from the rocky road;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the high-born courage that never dies</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Flashed from his rider's coal-black eyes.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The pebbles flew from the fearful race:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The raindrops grasped at her glowing face.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"On, on, brave beast!" with loud appeal,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Cried eager, resolute Jennie M'Neal.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Halt!" once more came the voice of dread;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Halt! or your blood be on your head!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then, no one answering to the calls,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sped after her a volley of balls.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They passed her in her rapid flight,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They screamed to her left, they screamed to her right;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But, rushing still o'er the slippery track,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She sent no token of answer back,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Except a silvery laughter-peal,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Brave, merry-hearted Jennie M'Neal.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So on she rushed, at her own good will,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Through wood and valley, o'er plain and hill;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The gray horse did his duty well,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till all at once he stumbled and fell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Himself escaping the nets of harm,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But flinging the girl with a broken arm.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Still undismayed by the numbing pain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She clung to the horse's bridle-rein</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And gently bidding him to stand,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Petted him with her able hand;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then sprung again to the saddle bow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And shouted, "One more trial now!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As if ashamed of the heedless fall,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He gathered his strength once more for all,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, galloping down a hillside steep,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Gained on the troopers at every leap;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No more the high-bred steed did reel,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112"></a>But ran his best for Jennie M'Neal.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They were a furlong behind, or more,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the girl burst through the colonel's door,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her poor arm helpless hanging with pain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And she all drabbled and drenched with rain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But her cheeks as red as fire-brands are,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And her eyes as bright as a blazing star,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And shouted, "Quick! be quick, I say!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They come! they come! Away! away!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then, sunk on the rude white floor of deal,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Poor, brave, exhausted Jennie M'Neal.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The startled colonel sprung, and pressed</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The wife and children to his breast,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And turned away from his fireside bright,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And glided into the stormy night;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then soon and safely made his way</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To where the patriot army lay.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But first he bent in the dim firelight,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And kissed the forehead broad and white,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And blessed the girl who had ridden so well</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To keep him out of a prison-cell.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The girl roused up at the martial din,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Just as the troopers came rushing in,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And laughed, e'en in the midst of a moan,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Saying, "Good sirs, your bird has flown.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Tis I who have scared him from his nest;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So deal with me now as you think best."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But the grand young captain bowed, and said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Never you hold a moment's dread.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of womankind I must crown you queen;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So brave a girl I have never seen.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Wear this gold ring as your valor's due;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when peace comes I will come for you."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But Jennie's face an arch smile wore,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As she said, "There's a lad in Putnam's corps,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who told me the same, long time ago;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You two would never agree, I know.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I promised my love to be as true as steel,"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Said good, sure-hearted Jennie M'Neal.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Will Carleton.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Hand_That_Rules_the_World" id="The_Hand_That_Rules_the_World"></a>The Hand That Rules the World</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>They say that man is mighty, he governs land and sea;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He wields a mighty scepter o'er lesser powers that be;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By a mightier power and stronger, man from his throne is hurled,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Blessings on the hand of woman! angels guard its strength and grace,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In the palace, cottage, hovel, oh, no matter where the place!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Would that never storms assailed it, rainbows ever gently curled;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Infancy's the tender fountain, power may with beauty flow;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mother's first to guide the streamlets, from them souls unresting grow;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Grow on for the good or evil, sunshine streamed or darkness hurled;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Woman, how divine your mission here upon our natal sod!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Keep, oh, keep the young heart open always to the breath of God!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113"></a>All true trophies of the ages are from mother-love impearled,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Blessings on the hand of woman! fathers, sons and daughters cry,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the sacred song is mingled with the worship in the sky—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mingles where no tempest darkens, rainbows evermore are curled;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>William Ross Wallace.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="What_I_Live_For" id="What_I_Live_For"></a>What I Live For</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>I live for those who love me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose hearts are kind and true,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the heaven that smiles above me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And awaits my spirit, too;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the human ties that bind me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the task by God assigned me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the bright hopes left behind me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the good that I can do.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I live to learn their story</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who've suffered for my sake,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To emulate their glory,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And to follow in their wake;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bards, patriots, martyrs, sages,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The noble of all ages,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Whose deeds crowd history's pages,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Time's great volume make.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I live to hold communion</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With all that is divine,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To feel there is a union</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Twixt Nature's heart and mine;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To profit by affliction,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Reap truths from fields of fiction,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Grow wiser from conviction,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And fulfill each grand design.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I live to hail that season,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By gifted minds foretold,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When men shall rule by reason,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And not alone by gold;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When man to man united,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And every wrong thing righted,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The whole world shall be lighted</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As Eden was of old.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I live for those who love me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For those who know me true,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the heaven that smiles above me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And awaits my spirit, too;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the cause that lacks assistance,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the wrong that needs resistance,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the future in the distance,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the good that I can do.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>George Linnaeus Banks.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="My_Love_Ship" id="My_Love_Ship"></a>My Love Ship</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>If all the ships I have at sea</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Should come a-sailing home to me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Weighed down with gems, and silk and gold,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ah! well, the harbor would not hold</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So many ships as there would be,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If all my ships came home from sea.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If half my ships came home from sea,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And brought their precious freight to me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ah! well, I should have wealth as great</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As any king that sits in state,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So rich the treasure there would be</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In half my ships now out at sea.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If but one ship I have at sea</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Should come a-sailing home to me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ah! well, the storm clouds then might frown,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For, if the others all went down,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Still rich and glad and proud I'd be</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If that one ship came home to me.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If that one ship went down at sea</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And all the others came to me</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Weighed down with gems and wealth untold,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With honor, riches, glory, gold,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The poorest soul on earth I'd be</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If that one ship came not to me.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114"></a>O skies, be calm; O winds, blow free!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Blow all my ships safe home to me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But if thou sendest some awrack,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To nevermore come sailing back,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Send any, all that skim the sea,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But send my love ship home to me.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Ella Wheeler Wilcox.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Man_With_the_Hoe" id="The_Man_With_the_Hoe"></a>The Man With the Hoe</h2> + +<h4><i>(Written after seeing Millet's famous painting.)</i></h4> + +<h5>God made man in His own image; in the image of God made he +him.—GENESIS.</h5> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The emptiness of ages in his face,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And on his back the burden of the world.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who made him dead to rapture and despair,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A thing that grieves not and that never hopes,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Whose breath blew out the light within this brain?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Is this the Thing, the Lord God made and gave</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To have dominion over sea and land;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To trace the stars and search the heavens for power;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To feel the passion of Eternity?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Is this the dream He dreamed who shaped the suns</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And pillared the blue firmament with light?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Down all the stretch of Hell to its last gulf</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There is no shape more terrible than this—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>More tongued with censure of the world's blind greed—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>More filled with signs and portents for the soul—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>More fraught with menace to the universe.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What gulfs between him and the seraphim!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Slave of the wheel of labor, what to him</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Are Plato and the swing of Pleiades?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What the long reaches of the peaks of song,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The rift of dawn, the reddening of the rose?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Through this dread shape the suffering ages look;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Time's tragedy is in that aching stoop;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Through this dread shape humanity betrayed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Plundered, profaned and disinherited,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Cries protest to the judges of the world,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A protest that is also prophecy.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O masters, lords and rulers in all lands,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Is this the handiwork you give to God,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>This monstrous thing distorted and soul-quenched?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How will you ever straighten up this shape;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Touch it again with immortality;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Give back the upward looking and the light,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Rebuild it in the music and the dream;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Make right the immemorial infamies, perfidious wrongs, immedicable woes?</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O masters, lords and rulers in all lands,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How will the Future reckon with this man?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How answer his brute question in that hour</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When whirlwinds of rebellion shake the world?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115"></a>How will it be with kingdom and with kings—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With those who shaped him to the thing he is—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When this dumb Terror shall reply to God,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>After the silence of the centuries?</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Edwin Markham.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Poorhouse_Nan" id="Poorhouse_Nan"></a>Poorhouse Nan</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Did you say you wished to see me, sir? Step in; 'tis a cheerless place,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But you're heartily welcome all the same; to be poor is no disgrace.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Have I been here long? Oh, yes, sir! 'tis thirty winters gone</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Since poor Jim took to crooked ways and left me all alone!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Jim was my son, and a likelier lad you'd never wish to see,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till evil counsels won his heart and led him away from me.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Tis the old, sad, pitiful story, sir, of the devil's winding stair,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And men go down—and down—and down—to blackness and despair;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tossing about like wrecks at sea, with helm and anchor lost,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On and on, through the surging waves, nor caring to count the cost;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I doubt sometimes if the Savior sees, He seems so far away,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How the souls He loved and died for, are drifting—drifting astray!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Indeed,'tis little wonder, sir, if woman shrinks and cries</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the life-blood on Rum's altar spilled is calling to the skies;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Small wonder if her own heart feels each sacrificial blow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For isn't each life a part of hers? each pain her hurt and woe?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Read all the records of crime and shame—'tis bitterly, sadly true;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where manliness and honor die, there some woman's heart dies, too.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I often think, when I hear folks talk so prettily and so fine</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of "alcohol as needful food"; of the "moderate use of wine";</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How "the world couldn't do without it, there was clearly no other way</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But for a man to drink, or let it alone, as his own strong will might say";</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That "to use it, but not abuse it, was the proper thing to do,"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How I wish they'd let old Poorhouse Nan preach her little sermon, too!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I would give them scenes in a woman's life that would make their pulses stir,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For I was a drunkard's child and wife—aye, a drunkard's mother, sir!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I would tell of childish terrors, of childish tears and pain.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of cruel blows from a father's hand when rum had crazed his brain;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He always said he could drink his fill, or let it alone as well;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Perhaps he might, he was killed one night in a brawl—in a grog-shop hell!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I would tell of years of loveless toil the drunkard's child had passed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With just one gleam of sunshine, too beautiful to last.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When I married Tom I thought for sure I had nothing more to fear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That life would come all right at last; the world seemed full of cheer.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But he took to moderate drinking—he allowed 'twas a harmless thing,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So the arrow sped, and my bird of Hope came down with a broken wing.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tom was only a moderate drinker; ah, sir, do you bear in mind</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116"></a>How the plodding tortoise in the race left the leaping hare behind?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Twas because he held right on and on, steady and true, if slow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And that's the way, I'm thinking, that the moderate drinkers go!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Step over step—day after day—with sleepless, tireless pace,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While the toper sometimes looks behind and tarries in the race!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ah, heavily in the well-worn path poor Tom walked day by day,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For my heart-strings clung about his feet and tangled up the way;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The days were dark, and friends were gone, and life dragged on full slow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And children came, like reapers, and to a harvest of want and woe!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Two of them died, and I was glad when they lay before me dead;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I had grown so weary of their cries—their pitiful cries for bread.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There came a time when my heart was stone; I could neither hope nor pray;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Poor Tom lay out in the Potter's Field, and my boy had gone astray;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My boy who'd been my idol, while, like hound athirst for blood,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Between my breaking heart and him the liquor seller stood,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And lured him on with pleasant words, his pleasures and his wine;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ah, God have pity on other hearts as bruised and hurt as mine.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There were whispers of evil-doing, of dishonor, and of shame,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That I cannot bear to think of now, and would not dare to name!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There was hiding away from the light of day, there was creeping about at night,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A hurried word of parting—then a criminal's stealthy flight!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His lips were white with remorse and fright when he gave me a good-by kiss;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I've never seen my poor lost boy from that black day to this.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ah, none but a mother can tell you, sir, how a mother's heart will ache,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With the sorrow that comes of a sinning child, with grief for a lost one's sake,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When she knows the feet she trained to walk have gone so far astray,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the lips grown bold with curses that she taught to sing and pray;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A child may fear—a wife may weep, but of all sad things, none other</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Seems half so sorrowful to me as being a drunkard's mother.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They tell me that down in the vilest dens of the city's crime and murk,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There are men with the hearts of angels, doing the angels' work;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That they win back the lost and the straying, that they help the weak to stand,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By the wonderful power of loving words—and the help of God's right hand!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And often and often, the dear Lord knows, I've knelt and prayed to Him,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That somewhere, somehow, 'twould happen that they'd find and save my Jim!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You'll say 'tis a poor old woman's whim; but when I prayed last night,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Right over yon eastern window there shone a wonderful light!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>(Leastways it looked that way to me) and out of the light there fell</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The softest voice I had ever heard: it rung like a silver bell;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117"></a>And these were the words, "The prodigal turns, so tired by want and sin,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He seeks his father's open door—he weeps—and enters in."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Why, sir, you're crying as hard as I; what—is it really done?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Have the loving voice and the Helping Hand brought back my wandering son?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Did you kiss me and call me "Mother"—and hold me to your breast,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or is it one of the taunting dreams that come to mock my rest?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No—no! thank God, 'tis a dream come true! I can die, for He's saved my boy!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the poor old heart that had lived on grief was broken at last by joy!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Lucy M. Blinn.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Why_Should_the_Spirit_of_Mortal_be_Proud" id="Why_Should_the_Spirit_of_Mortal_be_Proud"></a>Why Should the Spirit of Mortal be Proud!</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like a swift fleeting meteor, a fast flying cloud,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He passes from life to his rest in the grave.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The leaves of the oak and the willows shall fade,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Be scattered around, and together be laid;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the young and the old, and the low and the high</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shall moulder to dust, and together shall die.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The child whom a mother attended and loved,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The mother that infant's affection who proved,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The husband that mother and infant who blessed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Each—all are away to their dwelling of rest.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The maid on whose cheek, on whose brow, in whose eye</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shone beauty and pleasure—her triumphs are by;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the memory of those who loved her and praised</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Are alike from the minds of the living erased.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The hand of the king who the scepter hath borne,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The brow of the priest who the mitre hath worn,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The eye of the sage and the heart of the brave</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Are hidden and lost in the depths of the grave.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The peasant whose lot was to sow and to reap,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The herdsman who climbed with his goats to the steep,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The beggar who wandered in search of his bread</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Have faded away like the grass that we tread.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The saint who enjoyed the communion of heaven,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The sinner who dared to remain unforgiven,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The wise and the foolish, the guilty and just</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Have quietly mingled their bones in the dust.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So the multitude goes—like the flower and the weed</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That wither away to let others succeed;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So the multitude comes—even those we behold,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118"></a>To repeat every tale that has often been told.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For we are the same things that our fathers have been,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We see the same sights that our fathers have seen;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We drink the same stream, and we feel the same sun,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And we run the same course that our fathers have run.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The thoughts we are thinking our fathers would think,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From the death we are shrinking from, they too would shrink,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To the life we are clinging to, they too would cling,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But it speeds from the earth like a bird on the wing.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They loved—but their story we cannot enfold,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They scorned—but the heart of the haughty is cold,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They grieved—but no wail from their slumbers may come,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They joy'd—but the voice of their gladness—is dumb.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They died, ay, they died! and we things that are now,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who walk on the turf that lies over their brow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who make in their dwellings a transient abode</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Meet the changes they met on their pilgrimage road.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yea, hope and despondence, and pleasure and pain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Are mingled together in sunshine and rain;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the smile, and the tear, and the song and the dirge</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Still follow each other like surge upon surge.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Tis the wink of an eye, 'tis the draught of a breath</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From the blossoms of health to the paleness of death;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>William Knox.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="How_He_Saved_St_Michaels" id="How_He_Saved_St_Michaels"></a>How He Saved St. Michael's</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>'Twas long ago—ere ever the signal gun</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That blazed before Fort Sumter had wakened the North as one;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Long ere the wondrous pillar of battle-cloud and fire</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Had marked where the unchained millions marched on to their heart's desire.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On roofs and glittering turrets, that night, as the sun went down,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The mellow glow of the twilight shone like a jeweled crown,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, bathed in the living glory, as the people lifted their eyes,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They saw the pride of the city, the spire of St. Michael's rise</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>High over the lesser steeples, tipped with a golden ball</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That hung like a radiant planet caught in its earthward fall;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>First glimpse of home to the sailor who made the harbor round,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And last slow-fading vision dear to the outward bound.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The gently gathering shadows shut out the waning light;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The children prayed at their bedsides as they were wont each night;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The noise of buyer and seller from the busy mart was gone,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And in dreams of a peaceful morrow the city slumbered on.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But another light than sunrise aroused the sleeping street,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119"></a>For a cry was heard at midnight, and the rush of trampling feet;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Men stared in each other's faces, thro' mingled fire and smoke,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While the frantic bells went clashing clamorous, stroke on stroke.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By the glare of her blazing roof-tree the houseless mother fled,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With the babe she pressed to her bosom shrieking in nameless dread;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While the fire-king's wild battalions scaled wall and cap-stone high,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And painted their glaring banners against an inky sky.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From the death that raged behind them, and the crush of ruin loud,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To the great square of the city, were driven the surging crowd,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where yet firm in all the tumult, unscathed by the fiery flood,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With its heavenward pointing finger the church of St. Michael's stood.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But e'en as they gazed upon it there rose a sudden wail,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A cry of horror blended with the roaring of the gale,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On whose scorching wings updriven, a single flaming brand,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Aloft on the towering steeple clung like a bloody hand,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Will it fade?" the whisper trembled from a thousand whitening lips;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Far out on the lurid harbor they watched it from the ships.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A baleful gleam, that brighter and ever brighter shone,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like a flickering, trembling will-o'-the-wisp to a steady beacon grown.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Uncounted gold shall be given to the man whose brave right hand,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the love of the periled city, plucks down yon burning brand!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So cried the Mayor of Charleston, that all the people heard,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But they looked each one at his fellow, and no man spoke a word,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who is it leans from the belfry, with face upturned to the sky—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Clings to a column and measures the dizzy spire with his eye?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Will he dare it, the hero undaunted, that terrible, sickening height,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or will the hot blood of his courage freeze in his veins at the sight?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But see! he has stepped on the railing, he climbs with his feet and his hands,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And firm on a narrow projection, with the belfry beneath him, he stands!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now once, and once only, they cheer him—a single tempestuous breath,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And there falls on the multitude gazing a hush like the stillness of death.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Slow, steadily mounting, unheeding aught save the goal of the fire,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Still higher and higher, an atom, he moves on the face of the spire:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He stops! Will he fall? Lo! for answer, a gleam like a meteor's track,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, hurled on the stones of the pavement, the red brand lies shattered and black!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Once more the shouts of the people have rent the quivering air;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>At the church door mayor and council wait with their feet on the stair,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the eager throng behind them press for a touch of his hand—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The unknown savior whose daring could compass a deed so grand.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But why does a sudden tremor seize on them as they gaze?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And what meaneth that stifled murmur of wonder and amaze?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He stood in the gate of the temple he had periled his life to save,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the face of the unknown hero was the sable face of a slave!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With folded arms he was speaking in tones that were clear, not loud,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120"></a>And his eyes, ablaze in their sockets, burnt into the eyes of the crowd.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Ye may keep your gold, I scorn it! but answer me, ye who can,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If the deed I have done before you be not the deed of a <i>man?</i>"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He stepped but a short space backward, and from all the women and men</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There were only sobs for answer, and the mayor called for a pen,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the great seal of the city, that he might read who ran,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the slave who saved St. Michael's went out from its door a man.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Mary A.P. Stansbury.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Bingen_on_the_Rhine" id="Bingen_on_the_Rhine"></a>Bingen on the Rhine</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There was lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But a comrade stood beside him, while his life-blood ebbed away,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And bent, with pitying glances, to hear what he might say.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The dying soldier faltered, as he took that comrade's hand,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And he said, "I never more shall see my own, my native land;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Take a message, and a token, to some distant friends of mine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For I was born at Bingen—at Bingen on the Rhine!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Tell my brothers and companions, when they meet and crowd around</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To hear my mournful story in the pleasant vineyard ground,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That we fought the battle bravely, and when the day was done,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Full many a corpse lay ghastly pale, beneath the setting sun.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And 'midst the dead and dying, were some grown old in wars,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The death-wound on their gallant breasts the last of many scars:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But some were young—and suddenly beheld life's morn decline;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And one had come from Bingen—fair Bingen on the Rhine!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Tell my mother that her other sons shall comfort her old age,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I was aye a truant bird, that thought his home a cage:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For my father was a soldier, and even as a child</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My heart leaped forth to hear him tell of struggles fierce and wild;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when he died, and left us to divide his scanty hoard,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I let them take whate'er they would, but kept my father's sword,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And with boyish love I hung it where the bright light used to shine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On the cottage-wall at Bingen—calm Bingen on the Rhine!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Tell my sister not to weep for me, and sob with drooping head,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the troops are marching home again with glad and gallant tread;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But to look upon them proudly, with a calm and steadfast eye,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For her brother was a soldier too, and not afraid to die.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And if a comrade seek her love, I ask her in my name</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To listen to him kindly, without regret or shame;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And to hang the old sword in its place (my father's sword and mine),</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the honor of old Bingen—dear Bingen on the Rhine!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"There's another—not a sister; in the happy days gone by,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You'd have known her by the merriment that sparkled in her eye;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Too innocent for coquetry—too fond for idle scorning—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121"></a>Oh, friend! I fear the lightest heart makes sometimes heaviest mourning;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tell her the last night of my life (for ere the moon be risen</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My body will be out of pain—my soul be out of prison),</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I dreamed I stood with her, and saw the yellow sunlight shine</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On the vine-clad hills of Bingen—fair Bingen on the Rhine!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I saw the blue Rhine sweep along—I heard, or seemed to hear.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The German songs we used to sing, in chorus sweet and clear;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And down the pleasant river, and up the slanting hill,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The echoing chorus sounded, through the evening calm and still;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And her glad blue eyes were on me as we passed with friendly talk</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Down many a path beloved of yore, and well-remembered walk,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And her little hand lay lightly, confidingly in mine:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But we'll meet no more at Bingen—loved Bingen on the Rhine!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His voice grew faint and hoarser,—his grasp was childish weak,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His eyes put on a dying look,—he sighed and ceased to speak;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His comrade bent to lift him, but the spark of life had fled,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The soldier of the Legion, in a foreign land—was dead!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the soft moon rose up slowly, and calmly she looked down</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On the red sand of the battle-field, with bloody corpses strown;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yea, calmly on that dreadful scene her pale light seemed to shine</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As it shone on distant Bingen—fair Bingen on the Rhine!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Caroline Norton.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="College_Oil_Cans" id="College_Oil_Cans"></a>College Oil Cans</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>On a board of bright mosaic wrought in many a quaint design,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Gleam a brace of silver goblets wreathed with flowers and filled with wine.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Round the board a group is seated; here and there are threads of white</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Which their dark locks lately welcomed; but they're only boys tonight.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Some whose words have thrilled the senate, some who win the critic's praise—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All are "chums" to-night, with voices redolent of college days.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Boys," said one, "do you remember that old joke—about the wine—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How we used to fill our oil cans and repair to 'No. 9'?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But at last the old professor—never long was he outdone—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Opened up our shining oil cans and demolished all our fun!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In the laugh that rings so gayly through the richly curtained room,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Join they all, save one; Why is it? Does he see the waxen bloom</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tremble in its vase of silver? Does he see the ruddy wine</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shiver in its crystal goblet, or do those grave eyes divine</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Something sadder yet? He pauses till their mirth has died away,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then in measured tones speaks gravely:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Boys, a story, if I may, I will tell you, though it may not merit worthily your praise,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It is bitter fruitage ripened from our pranks of college days,"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Eagerly they claim the story, for they know the LL.D.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122"></a>With his flexible voice would garnish any tale, whate'er it be.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Just a year ago to-night, boys, I was in my room alone,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>At the San Francisco L—— House, when I heard a plaintive moan</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sounding from the room adjoining. Hoping to give some relief</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To the suffering one, I entered; but it thrilled my heart with grief</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Just to see that wreck of manhood—bloated face, disheveled hair—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Wildly tossing, ever moaning, while his thin hands beat the air.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Broken prayers, vile oaths and curses filled the air as I drew near;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then in faint and piteous accents, these words I could plainly hear:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Give me one more chance—one only—let me see my little Belle—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then I'll follow where they lead me, be it to the depths of hell!'</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When he saw me he grew calmer, started strangely—looked me o'er—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, the glory of expression! I had seen those eyes before!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yes, I knew him; it was Horace, he who won the college prize;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Naught remained of his proud beauty but the splendor of his eyes.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He whom we were all so proud of, lay there in the fading light.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If my years should number fourscore, I shall ne'er forget that sight.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And he knew me—called me 'Albert,' ere a single word I'd said—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We were comrades in the old days; I sat down beside the bed.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Horace seemed to grow more quiet, but he would not go to sleep;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He kept talking of our boyhood while my hand he still would keep</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In his own so white and wasted, and with burning eyes would gaze</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On my face, still talking feebly of the dear old college days.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Ah,' he said, 'life held such promise; but, alas! I am to-day</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But a poor degraded outcast—hopes, ambition swept away,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And it dates back to those oil cans that we filled in greatest glee.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Little did I think in those days what the harvest now would be!'</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"For a moment he was silent, then a cry whose anguish yet</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Wrings my heart, burst from his white lips, though his teeth were tightly set,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And with sudden strength he started—sprang from my detaining arm,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shrieking wildly, 'Curse the demons; do they think to do me harm?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Back! I say, ye forked-tongued serpents reeking with the filth of hell!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Don't ye see I have her with me—my poor sainted little Belle?'</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"When I'd soothed him into quiet, with a trembling arm he drew</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My head down, 'Oh, Al,' he whispered, 'such remorse you never knew.'</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And again I tried to soothe him, but my eyes o'erbrimmed with tears;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His were dry and clear, as brilliant as they were in college years.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All the flush had left his features, he lay white as marble now;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tenderly I smoothed his pillow, wiped the moisture from his brow.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Though I begged him to be quiet, he would talk of those old days,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Brokenly at times, but always of 'the boys' with loving praise.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Once I asked him of Lorena—the sweet girl whom he had wed—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You remember Rena Barstow. When I asked if she were dead,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123"></a>'No,' he said, his poor voice faltering, 'she is far beyond the Rhine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I wish, to God, it were so, and I still might call her mine.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She's divorced—she's mine no longer,' here his voice grew weak and hoarse</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'But although I am a drunkard, <i>I have one they can't divorce</i>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I've a little girl in heaven, playing round the Savior's knee,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Always patient and so faithful that at last she died for me.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"'I had drank so much, so often, that my brain was going wild;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Every one had lost hope in me but my faithful little child.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She would say, "Now stop, dear papa, for I know you can stop <i>now</i>."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I would promise, kiss my darling, and the next day break my vow.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So it went until one Christmas, dark and stormy, cold and drear;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Out I started, just as usual, for the cursed rum shop near,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And my darling followed after, in the storm of rain and sleet,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With no covering wrapped about her, naught but slippers on her feet;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No one knew it, no one missed her, till there came with solemn tread,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Stern-faced men unto our dwelling, bringing back our darling—<i>dead!</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They had found her cold and lifeless, like, they said, an angel fair,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Leaning 'gainst the grog shop window—oh, she thought that <i>I was there!</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then he raised his arms toward heaven, called aloud unto the dead,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For his mind again was wandering: 'Belle, my precious Belle!' he said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Papa's treasure—papa's darling! oh, my baby—did—you—come</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All the way—alone—my darling—just to lead—poor—papa—home?'</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And he surely had an answer, for a silence o'er him fell.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I sat alone and lonely—death had come with little Belle."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Silence in that princely parlor—head of every guest is bowed.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They still see the red wine sparkle, but 'tis through a misty cloud.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Said the host at last, arising, "I have scorned the pledge to sign,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Laughed at temperance all my life long. Never more shall drop of wine</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Touch my lips. The fruit <i>was</i> bitter, boys; 'twas I proposed it first—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That foul joke from which poor Horace ever bore a life accurst!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Let us pledge ourselves to-night, boys, never more by word, or deed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In our own fair homes, or elsewhere, help to plant the poison seed."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Silence once again, but only for a moment's space, and then,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In one voice they all responded with a low and firm "Amen."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Will Victor McGuire.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Gods_Judgment_on_a_Wicked_Bishop" id="Gods_Judgment_on_a_Wicked_Bishop"></a>God's Judgment on a Wicked Bishop</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>The summer and autumn had been so wet,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That in winter the corn was growing yet.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Twas a piteous sight to see all round</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The grain lie rotting on the ground.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Every day the starving poor</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Crowded round Bishop Hatto's door,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For he had a plentiful last year's store,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And all the neighborhood could tell</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His granaries were furnish'd well.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>At last Bishop Hatto appointed a day</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To quiet the poor without delay;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124"></a>He bade them to his great barn repair,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And they should have food for the winter there.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Rejoiced the tidings good to hear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The poor folk flock'd from far and near;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The great barn was full as it could hold</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of women and children, and young and old.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then, when he saw it could hold no more,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bishop Hatto he made fast the door,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And while for mercy on Christ they call,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He set fire to the barn and burnt them all.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I' faith, 'tis an excellent bonfire!" quoth he,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"And the country is greatly obliged to me</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For ridding it, in these times forlorn,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of rats that only consume the corn."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So then to his palace returned he,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And he sat down to supper merrily,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And he slept that night like an innocent man;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But Bishop Hatto never slept again.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In the morning, as he enter'd the hall</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where his picture hung against the wall,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A sweat like death all over him came,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the rats had eaten it out of the frame.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As he look'd, there came a man from his farm,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He had a countenance white with alarm:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"My lord, I open'd your granaries this morn,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the rats had eaten all your corn."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Another came running presently,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And he was pale as pale could be.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Fly, my lord bishop, fly!" quoth he,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Ten thousand rats are coming this way,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Lord forgive you for yesterday!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I'll go to my tower on the Rhine," replied he;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"'Tis the safest place in Germany;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The walls are high, and the shores are steep</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the stream is strong, and the water deep."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bishop Hatto fearfully hasten'd away,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And he cross'd the Rhine without delay,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And reach'd his tower and barr'd with care</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All the windows, doors, and loopholes there.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He laid him down and closed his eyes,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But soon a scream made him arise;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He started, and saw two eyes of flame</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On his pillow, from whence the screaming came.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He listen'd and look'd,—it was only the cat,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But the bishop he grew more fearful for that,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For she sat screaming, mad with fear</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>At the army of rats that were drawing near.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For they have swum over the river so deep,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And they have climb'd the shores so steep,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And up the tower their way is bent,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To do the work for which they were sent.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They are not to be told by the dozen or score;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By thousands they come, and by myriads and more;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Such numbers had never been heard of before,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125"></a>Such a judgment had never been witness'd of yore.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Down on his knees the bishop fell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And faster and faster his beads did he tell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As louder and louder, drawing near,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The gnawing of their teeth he could hear.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And in at the windows and in at the door,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And through the walls helter-skelter they pour;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And down from the ceiling and up through the floor,</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From the right and the left, from behind and before,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From within and without, from above and below,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And all at once to the bishop they go.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> + +<tr><td align='left'>They have whetted their teeth against the stones,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And now they pick the bishop's bones;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They gnaw'd the flesh from every limb,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For they were sent to do judgment on him!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Robert Southey.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Last_Hymn" id="The_Last_Hymn"></a>The Last Hymn</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>The Sabbath day was ending in a village by the sea,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The uttered benediction touched the people tenderly,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And they rose to face the sunset in the glowing, lighted west,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then hastened to their dwellings for God's blessed boon of rest.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But they looked across the waters, and a storm was raging there;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A fierce spirit moved above them—the wild spirit of the air—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And it lashed and shook and tore them till they thundered, groaned and boomed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, alas! for any vessel in their yawning gulfs entombed.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Very anxious were the people on that rocky coast of Wales,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lest the dawn of coming morrow should be telling awful tales,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the sea had spent its passion and should cast upon the shore</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bits of wreck and swollen victims as it had done heretofore.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With the rough winds blowing round her, a brave woman strained her eyes,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As she saw along the billows a large vessel fall and rise.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, it did not need a prophet to tell what the end must be,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For no ship could ride in safety near that shore on such a sea!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then the pitying people hurried from their homes and thronged the beach.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, for power to cross the waters and the perishing to reach!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Helpless hands were wrung in terror, tender hearts grew cold with dread,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the ship, urged by the tempest, to the fatal rock-shore sped.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"She's parted in the middle! Oh, the half of her goes down!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"God have mercy! Is his heaven far to seek for those who drown?"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lo! when next the white, shocked faces looked with terror on the sea,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Only one last clinging figure on a spar was seen to be.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nearer to the trembling watchers came the wreck tossed by the wave,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the man still clung and floated, though no power on earth could save.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126"></a>"Could we send him a short message? Here's a trumpet. Shout away!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Twas the preacher's hand that took it, and he wondered what to say.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Any memory of his sermon? Firstly? Secondly? Ah, no!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There was but one thing to utter in that awful hour of woe.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So he shouted through the trumpet, "Look to Jesus!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Can you hear?" And "Aye, aye, sir," rang the answer o'er the waters loud and clear.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then they listened,—"He is singing, 'Jesus, lover of my soul.'"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the winds brought back the echo, "While the nearer waters roll."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Strange, indeed, it was to hear him,—"Till the storm of life is past,"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Singing bravely o'er the waters, "Oh, receive my soul at last!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He could have no other refuge,—"Hangs my helpless soul on thee."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Leave, ah! leave me not"—the singer dropped at last into the sea.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the watchers, looking homeward, through their eyes by tears made dim,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Said, "He passed to be with Jesus in the singing of that hymn."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Marianne Faringham.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_Fence_or_an_Ambulance" id="A_Fence_or_an_Ambulance"></a>A Fence or an Ambulance</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>'Twas a dangerous cliff, as they freely confessed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though to walk near its crest was so pleasant;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But over its terrible edge there had slipped</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A duke and full many a peasant.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So the people said something would have to be done,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But their projects did not at all tally;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Some said, "Put a fence around the edge of the cliff,"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some, "An ambulance down in the valley."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But the cry for the ambulance carried the day,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For it spread through the neighboring city;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A fence may be useful or not, it is true,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But each heart became brimful of pity</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For those who slipped over that dangerous cliff;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the dwellers in highway and alley</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Gave pounds or gave pence, not to put up a fence,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But an ambulance down in the valley.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"For the cliff is all right, if you're careful," they said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And, if folks even slip and are dropping,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It isn't the slipping that hurts them so much,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As the shock down below when they're stopping."</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So day after day, as these mishaps occurred,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quick forth would these rescuers sally</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To pick up the victims who fell off the cliff,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With their ambulance down in the valley.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then an old sage remarked: "It's a marvel to me</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That people give far more attention</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To repairing results than to stopping the cause,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When they'd much better aim at prevention.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Let us stop at its source all this mischief," cried he,<a name="Page_127" id="Page_127"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Come, neighbors and friends, let us rally,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If the cliff we will fence, we might almost dispense</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With the ambulance down in the valley."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Oh, he's a fanatic," the others rejoined,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Dispense with the ambulance? Never.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He'd dispense with all charities, too, if he could;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">No! No! We'll support them forever.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Aren't we picking up folks just as fast as they fall?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And shall this man dictate to us? Shall he?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Why should people of sense stop to put up a fence,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">While the ambulance works in the valley?"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But a sensible few, who are practical too,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will not bear with such nonsense much longer;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They believe that prevention is better than cure,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And their party will soon be the stronger.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Encourage them then, with your purse, voice, and pen,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And while other philanthropists dally,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They will scorn all pretense and put up a stout fence</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On the cliff that hangs over the valley.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Better guide well the young than reclaim them when old,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the voice of true wisdom is calling,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"To rescue the fallen is good, but 'tis best</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To prevent other people from falling."</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Better close up the source of temptation and crime,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than deliver from dungeon or galley;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Better put a strong fence 'round the top of the cliff</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than an ambulance down in the valley."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Joseph Malins.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Smack_in_School" id="The_Smack_in_School"></a>The Smack in School</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>A district school, not far away,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Mid Berkshire hills, one winter's day,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Was humming with its wonted noise</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of three-score mingled girls and boys;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Some few upon their tasks intent,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But more on furtive mischief bent.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The while the master's downward look</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Was fastened on a copy-book;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When suddenly, behind his back,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Rose sharp and clear a rousing smack!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As 'twere a battery of bliss</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Let off in one tremendous kiss!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"What's that?" the startled master cries;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"That, thir," a little imp replies,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Wath William Willith, if you pleathe,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I thaw him kith Thuthanna Peathe!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With frown to make a statue thrill,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The master thundered, "Hither, Will!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like wretch o'ertaken in his track</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With stolen chattels on his back,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Will hung his head in fear and shame,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And to the awful presence came,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A great, green, bashful simpleton,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The butt of all good-natured fun,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With smile suppressed, and birch upraised</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The threatener faltered, "I'm amazed</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That you, my biggest pupil, should</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Be guilty of an act so rude—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Before the whole set school to boot—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What evil genius put you to 't?"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128"></a>"'Twas she, herself, sir," sobbed the lad;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I did not mean to be so bad;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But when Susanna shook her curls,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And whispered I was 'fraid of girls,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And dursn't kiss a baby's doll,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I couldn't stand it, sir, at all,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But up and kissed her on the spot!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I know—boo-hoo—I ought to not,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But, somehow, from her looks—boo-hoo—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I thought she kind o' wished me to!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>William Pitt Palmer.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_Womans_Question" id="A_Womans_Question"></a>A Woman's Question</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Do you know you have asked for the costliest thing</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ever made by the Hand above—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A woman's heart and a woman's life,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a woman's wonderful love?</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Do you know you have asked for this priceless thing</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As a child might ask for a toy;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Demanding what others have died to win,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With the reckless dash of a boy?</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You have written my lesson of duty out,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Man-like you have questioned me—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now stand at the bar of my woman's soul,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Until I shall question thee.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You require your mutton shall always be hot,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your socks and your shirts shall be whole.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I require your heart to be true as God's stars,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And pure as heaven your soul.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You require a cook for your mutton and beef;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I require a far better thing—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A seamstress you're wanting for stockings and shirts—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I look for a man and a king.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A king for a beautiful realm called home,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a man that the Maker, God,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shall look upon as He did the first,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And say, "It is very good."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I am fair and young, but the rose will fade</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From my soft, young cheek one day—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Will you love then, 'mid the falling leaves,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As you did 'mid the bloom of May?</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Is your heart an ocean so strong and deep</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I may launch my all on its tide?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A loving woman finds heaven or hell</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On the day she is made a bride.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I require all things that are grand and true,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">All things that a man should be;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If you give this all, I would stake my life</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To be all you demand of me.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If you cannot do this, a laundress and cook</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">You can hire with little to pay;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But a woman's heart and a woman's life</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are not to be won that way.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Lena Lathrop.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Lasca" id="Lasca"></a>Lasca</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>I want free life and I want fresh air;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I sigh for the canter after the cattle,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The crack of the whips like shots in battle,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The mellay of horns, and hoofs, and heads</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That wars, and wrangles, and scatters, and spreads;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The green beneath and the blue above,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And dash and danger, and life and love;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Lasca!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Lasca used to ride</span><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On a mouse-gray mustang, close to my side,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With blue <i>serape</i> and bright-belled spur;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I laughed with joy as I looked at her!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Little knew she of books or creeds;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An <i>Ave Maria</i> sufficed her needs;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Little she cared, save to be by my side,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To ride with me, and ever to ride,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From San Saba's shore to Lavaca's tide.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She was as bold as the billows that beat,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She was as wild as the breezes that blow;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From her little head to her little feet</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She was swayed, in her suppleness, to and fro</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By each gust of passion; a sapling pine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That grows on the edge of a Kansas bluff</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And wars with the wind when the weather is rough,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Is like this Lasca, this love of mine.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She would hunger that I might eat,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Would take the bitter and leave me the sweet;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But once, when I made her jealous for fun,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>At something I'd whispered, or looked, or done,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>One Sunday, in San Antonio,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To a glorious girl on the Alamo,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She drew from her girdle a dear little dagger,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And—sting of a wasp!—it made me stagger!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An inch to the left or an inch to the right,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I shouldn't be maundering here to-night;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But she sobbed, and, sobbing, so swiftly bound</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her torn <i>rebosa</i> about the wound</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That I quite forgave her. Scratches don't count</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In Texas, down by the Rio Grande.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her eye was brown,—a deep, deep brown;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her hair was darker than her eye;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And something in her smile and frown,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Curled crimson lip, and instep high,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Showed that there ran in each blue vein,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mixed with the milder Aztec strain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The vigorous vintage of old Spain.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She was alive in every limb</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With feeling, to the finger tips;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when the sun is like a fire,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And sky one shining, soft sapphire,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">One does not drink in little sips.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The air was heavy, the night was hot,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I sat by her side, and forgot—forgot;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Forgot the herd that were taking their rest;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Forgot that the air was close opprest;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That the Texas norther comes sudden and soon,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In the dead of night or the blaze of noon;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That once let the herd at its breath take fright,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That nothing on earth can stop the flight;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And woe to the rider, and woe to the steed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who falls in front of their mad stampede!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Was that thunder? No, by the Lord!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I sprang to my saddle without a word,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>One foot on mine, and she clung behind.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Away on a hot chase down the wind!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But never was fox-hunt half so hard,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And never was steed so little spared,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For we rode for our lives. You shall hear how we fared</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In Texas, down by the Rio Grande.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130"></a>The mustang flew, and we urged him on;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There was one chance left, and you have but one;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Halt, jump to the ground, and shoot your horse;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Crouch under his carcass, and take your chance;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And if the steers, in their frantic course,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Don't batter you both to pieces at once,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You may thank your star; if not, good-by</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To the quickening kiss and the long-drawn sigh,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the open air and the open sky,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In Texas, down by the Rio Grande.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The cattle gained on us, and just as I felt</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For my old six-shooter, behind in my belt,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Down came the mustang, and down came we,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Clinging together, and—what was the rest?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A body that spread itself on my breast,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Two arms that shielded my dizzy head,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Two lips that hard on my lips were pressed;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then came thunder in my ears,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As over us surged the sea of steers,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Blows that beat blood into my eyes,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when I could rise,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lasca was dead!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I gouged out a grave a few feet deep,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And there in Earth's arms I laid her to sleep!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And there she is lying, and no one knows,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the summer shines and the winter snows;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For many a day the flowers have spread</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A pall of petals over her head;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the little gray hawk hangs aloft in the air,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the sly coyote trots here and there,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the black snake glides, and glitters, and slides</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Into the rift in a cotton-wood tree;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the buzzard sails on,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And comes and is gone,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Stately and still like a ship at sea;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I wonder why I do not care</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the things that are like the things that were.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Does half my heart lie buried there</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In Texas, down by the Rio Grande?</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Frank Desprez.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Over_the_Hill_to_the_Poor-House" id="Over_the_Hill_to_the_Poor-House"></a>Over the Hill to the Poor-House</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Over the hill to the poor-house I'm trudgin' my weary way—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I, a woman of seventy, and only a trifle gray—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I, who am smart an' chipper, for all the years I've told,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As many another woman that's only half as old.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Over the hill to the poor-house—I can't quite make it clear!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Over the hill to the poor-house-it seems so horrid queer!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Many a step I've taken a-toiling to and fro,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But this is a sort of journey I never thought to go.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What is the use of heapin' on me a pauper's shame?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Am I lazy or crazy? Am I blind or lame?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>True, I am not so supple, nor yet so awful stout;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But charity ain't no favor, if one can live without.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I am willin' and anxious an' ready any day</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131"></a>To work for a decent livin', an' pay my honest way;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For I can earn my victuals, an' more too, I'll be bound,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If anybody only is willin' to have me round.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Once I was young an' han'some—I was upon my soul—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Once my cheeks was roses, my eyes as black as coal;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I can't remember, in them days, of hearin' people say,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For any kind of a reason, that I was in their way.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Tain't no use of boastin', or talkin' over-free,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But many a house an' home was open then to me;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Many a han'some offer I had from likely men,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And nobody ever hinted that I was a burden then.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when to John I was married, sure he was good and smart,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But he and all the neighbors would own I done my part;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For life was all before me, an' I was young an' strong,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I worked the best that I could in tryin' to get along.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And so we worked together: and life was hard, but gay,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With now and then a baby for to cheer us on our way;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till we had half a dozen, an' all growed clean an' neat,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' went to school like others, an' had enough to eat.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So we worked for the childr'n, and raised 'em every one,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Worked for 'em summer and winter just as we ought to've done;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Only, perhaps, we humored 'em, which some good folks condemn—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But every couple's childr'n's a heap the best to them.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Strange how much we think of our blessed little ones!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'd have died for my daughters, I'd have died for my sons;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And God he made that rule of love; but when we're old and gray,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I've noticed it sometimes, somehow, fails to work the other way.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Strange, another thing: when our boys an' girls was grown,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when, exceptin' Charley, they'd left us there alone;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When John he nearer an' nearer come, an' dearer seemed to be,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Lord of Hosts he come one day, an' took him away from me.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Still I was bound to struggle, an' never to cringe or fall—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Still I worked for Charley, for Charley was now my all;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Charley was pretty good to me, with scarce a word or frown,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till at last he went a-courtin', and brought a wife from town.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She was somewhat dressy, an' hadn't a pleasant smile—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She was quite conceity, and carried a heap o' style;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But if ever I tried to be friends, I did with her, I know;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But she was hard and proud, an' I couldn't make it go.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She had an edication, an' that was good for her;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But when she twitted me on mine, 'twas carryin' things too fur;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' I told her once, 'fore company (an' it almost made her sick),</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132"></a>That I never swallowed a grammar, or eat a 'rithmetic.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So 'twas only a few days before the thing was done—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They was a family of themselves, and I another one;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And a very little cottage one family will do,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I never have seen a house that was big enough for two.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' I never could speak to suit her, never could please her eye,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' it made me independent, an' then I didn't try;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I was terribly staggered, an' felt it like a blow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When Charley turn'd agin me, an' told me I could go.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I went to live with Susan, but Susan's house was small,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And she was always a-hintin' how snug it was for us all;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And what with her husband's sisters, and what with childr'n three,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Twas easy to discover that there wasn't room for me.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' then I went to Thomas, the oldest son I've got,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For Thomas's buildings'd cover the half of an acre lot;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But all the childr'n was on me—I couldn't stand their sauce—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Thomas said I needn't think I was comin' there to boss.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' then I wrote Rebecca, my girl who lives out West,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And to Isaac, not far from her—some twenty miles, at best;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And one of 'em said 'twas too warm there for any one so old,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And t'other had an opinion the climate was too cold.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So they have shirked and slighted me, an' shifted me about—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So they have well-nigh soured me, an' wore my old heart out;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But still I've borne up pretty well, an' wasn't much put down,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till Charley went to the poor-master, an' put me on the town.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Over the hill to the poor-house—my childr'n dear, good-by!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Many a night I've watched you when only God was nigh;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And God'll judge between us; but I will always pray</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That you shall never suffer the half I do to-day.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Will Carleton.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h2><a name="The_American_Flag" id="The_American_Flag"></a>The American Flag</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>When Freedom from her mountain height</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unfurled her standard to the air,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She tore the azure robe of night,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And set the stars of glory there.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She mingled with its gorgeous dyes</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The milky baldric of the skies,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And striped its pure celestial white</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With streakings of the morning light;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then from his mansion in the sun</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She called her eagle bearer down,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And gave into his mighty hand</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The symbol of her chosen land.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Majestic monarch of the cloud,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who rear'st aloft thy regal form,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To hear the tempest trumpings loud</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And see the lightning lances driven,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When strive the warriors of the storm,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And rolls the thunder-drum of heaven,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Child of the sun! to thee 'tis given</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To guard the banner of the free,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To hover in the sulphur smoke,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To ward away the battle stroke,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And bid its blendings shine afar,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like rainbows on the cloud of War,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The harbingers of victory!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133"></a>Flag of the brave! thy folds shall fly,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The sign of hope and triumph high,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When speaks the signal trumpet tone,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the long line comes gleaming on.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ere yet the lifeblood, warm and wet,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Has dimmed the glistening bayonet,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Each soldier eye shall brightly turn</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To where thy sky-born glories burn,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, as his springing steps advance,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Catch war and vengeance from the glance.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when the cannon-mouthings loud</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Heave in wild wreaths the battle shroud,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And gory sabres rise and fall</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like shoots of flame on midnight's pall,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then shall thy meteor glances glow,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And cowering foes shall shrink beneath</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Each gallant arm that strikes below</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That lovely messenger of death.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Flag of the seas! on ocean wave</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When death, careering on the gale,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sweeps darkly 'round the bellied sail,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And frighted waves rush wildly back</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Before the broadside's reeling rack,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Each dying wanderer of the sea</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shall look at once to heaven and thee,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And smile to see thy splendors fly</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In triumph o'er his closing eye.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Flag of the free heart's hope and home!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By angel hands to valor given;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thy stars have lit the welkin dome,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all thy hues were born in heaven.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Forever float that standard sheet!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where breathes the foe but falls before us,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With Freedom's soil beneath our feet,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us?</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Joseph Rodman Drake.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Golden_Keys" id="Golden_Keys"></a>Golden Keys</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>A bunch of golden keys is mine</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To make each day with gladness shine.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Good morning!" that's the golden key</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That unlocks every door for me.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When evening comes, "Good night!" I say,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And close the door of each glad day.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When at the table "If you please"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I take from off my bunch of keys.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When friends give anything to me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'll use the little "Thank you" key.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Excuse me," "Beg your pardon," too,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When by mistake some harm I do.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or if unkindly harm I've given,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With "Forgive me" key I'll be forgiven.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On a golden ring these keys I'll bind,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>This is its motto: "Be ye kind."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'll often use each golden key,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And so a happy child I'll be.</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Four-leaf_Clover" id="The_Four-leaf_Clover"></a>The Four-leaf Clover</h2> + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>I know a place where the sun is like gold,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the cherry blooms burst like snow;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And down underneath is the loveliest nook,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the four-leaf clovers grow.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>One leaf is for faith, and one is for hope,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And one is for love, you know;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And God put another one in for luck—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">If you search, you will find where they grow.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But you must have faith and you must have hope,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">You must love and be strong, and so</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If you work, if you wait, you will find the place</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the four-leaf clovers grow.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Ella Higginson.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134"></a></p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Telling_the_Bees" id="Telling_the_Bees"></a>Telling the Bees</h2> + +<p>NOTE: A remarkable custom, brought from the Old Country, formerly +prevailed in the rural districts of New England. On the death of a +member of the family, the bees were at once informed of the event, and +their hives dressed in mourning. This ceremonial was supposed to be +necessary to prevent the swarms from leaving their hives and seeking a +new home.</p> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Here is the place; right over the hill</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Runs the path I took;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You can see the gap in the old wall still.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the stepping-stones in the shallow brook.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There is the house, with the gate red-barred,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the poplars tall;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the barn's brown length, and the cattle-yard,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the white horns tossing above the wall.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There are the beehives ranged in the sun;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And down by the brink</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of the brook are her poor flowers, weed-o'errun,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pansy and daffodil, rose and pink.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A year has gone, as the tortoise goes,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Heavy and slow;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the same rose blows, and the same sun glows,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the same brook sings of a year ago.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There's the same sweet clover-smell in the breeze;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the June sun warm</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tangles his wings of fire in the trees,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Setting, as then, over Fernside farm.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I mind me how with a lover's care</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From my Sunday coat</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I brushed off the burs, and smoothed my hair,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And cooled at the brookside my brow and throat.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Since we parted, a month had passed,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To love, a year;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Down through the beeches I looked at last</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On the little red gate and the well-sweep near.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I can see it all now,—the slantwise rain</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of light through the leaves,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The sundown's blaze on her window-pane,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The bloom of her roses under the eaves.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Just the same as a month before,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The house and the trees,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The barn's brown gable, the vine by the door,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nothing changed but the hives of bees.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Before them, under the garden wall,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Forward and back,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Went drearily singing the chore-girl small,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Draping each hive with a shred of black.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Trembling, I listened; the summer sun</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had the chill of snow;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For I knew she was telling the bees of one</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gone on the journey we all must go!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then I said to myself, "My Mary weeps</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the dead to-day:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Haply her blind grandsire sleeps</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The fret and pain of his age away."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But her dog whined low; on the doorway sill,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With his cane to his chin,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The old man sat; and the chore-girl still</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sung to the bees stealing out and in.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135"></a>And the song she was singing ever since</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In my ear sounds on:—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Stay at home, pretty bees, fly not hence!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mistress Mary is dead and gone!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>John G. Whittier.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Not_Understood" id="Not_Understood"></a>"Not Understood"</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Not understood, we move along asunder,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our paths grow wider as the seasons creep</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Along the years. We marvel and we wonder,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Why life is life, and then we fall asleep,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Not understood.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Not understood, we gather false impressions,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And hug them closer as the years go by,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till virtues often seem to us transgressions;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thus men rise and fall and live and die,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Not understood.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Not understood, poor souls with stunted visions</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Often measure giants by their narrow gauge;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The poisoned shafts of falsehood and derision</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are oft impelled 'gainst those who mould the age,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Not understood.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Not understood, the secret springs of action</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which lie beneath the surface and the show</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Are disregarded; with self-satisfaction</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">We judge our neighbors, and they often go</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Not understood.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Not understood, how trifles often change us—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The thoughtless sentence or the fancied slight—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Destroy long years of friendship and estrange us,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And on our souls there falls a freezing blight—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Not understood.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Not understood, how many hearts are aching</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For lack of sympathy! Ah! day by day</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How many cheerless, lonely hearts are breaking,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">How many noble spirits pass away</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Not understood.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O God! that men would see a little clearer,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or judge less hardly when they cannot see!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O God! that men would draw a little nearer</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To one another! They'd be nearer Thee,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">And understood.</span></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Somebodys_Mother" id="Somebodys_Mother"></a>Somebody's Mother</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>The woman was old, and ragged, and gray,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And bent with the chill of a winter's day;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The streets were white with a recent snow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the woman's feet with age were slow.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>At the crowded crossing she waited long,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Jostled aside by the careless throng</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of human beings who passed her by,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Unheeding the glance of her anxious eye.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136"></a>Down the street with laughter and shout,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Glad in the freedom of "school let out,"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Come happy boys, like a flock of sheep,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hailing the snow piled white and deep;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Past the woman, so old and gray,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hastened the children on their way.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>None offered a helping hand to her,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So weak and timid, afraid to stir,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lest the carriage wheels or the horses' feet</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Should trample her down in the slippery street.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>At last came out of the merry troop</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The gayest boy of all the group;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He paused beside her, and whispered low,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I'll help you across, if you wish to go."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her aged hand on his strong young arm</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She placed, and so without hurt or harm,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He guided the trembling feet along,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Proud that his own were young and strong;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then back again to his friends he went,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His young heart happy and well content.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"She's somebody's mother, boys, you know,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For all she's aged, and poor, and slow;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And some one, some time, may lend a hand</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To help my mother—you understand?—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If ever she's poor, and old, and gray,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And her own dear boy is far away."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Somebody's mother" bowed low her head,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In her home that 'night, and the prayer she said</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Was: "God, be kind to that noble boy,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who is somebody's son, and pride and joy."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Faint was the voice, and worn and weak,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But the Father hears when His children speak;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Angels caught the faltering word,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And "Somebody's Mother's" prayer was heard.</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="To_a_Waterfowl" id="To_a_Waterfowl"></a>To a Waterfowl</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whither, midst falling dew,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy solitary way?</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Vainly the fowler's eye</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As, darkly seen against the crimson sky,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy figure floats along.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seek'st thou the plashy brink</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or where the rocking billows rise and sink</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On the chafed ocean-side?</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">There is a Power whose care</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Teaches thy way along that pathless coast—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The desert and illimitable air—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lone wandering, but not lost.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">All day thy wings have fanned,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land,<a name="Page_137" id="Page_137"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though the dark night is near.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And soon that toil shall end;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And shall not soon depart.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He who, from zone to zone,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In the long way that I must tread alone,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will lead my steps aright.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>William Cullen Bryant.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="My_Mother" id="My_Mother"></a>My Mother</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Who fed me from her gentle breast</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And hushed me in her arms to rest,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 12em;">My mother.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When sleep forsook my open eye,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who was it sung sweet lullaby</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And rocked me that I should not cry?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 12em;">My mother.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who sat and watched my infant head</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When sleeping in my cradle bed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And tears of sweet affection shed?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 12em;">My mother.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When pain and sickness made me cry,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who gazed upon my heavy eye,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And wept, for fear that I should die?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 12em;">My mother.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who ran to help me when I fell</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And would some pretty story tell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or kiss the part to make it well?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 12em;">My mother.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who taught my infant lips to pray,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To love God's holy word and day,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And walk in wisdom's pleasant way?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 12em;">My mother.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And can I ever cease to be</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Affectionate and kind to thee</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who wast so very kind to me,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 12em;">My mother.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, no, the thought I cannot bear;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And if God please my life to spare</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I hope I shall reward thy care,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 12em;">My mother.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When thou art feeble, old and gray,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My healthy arms shall be thy stay,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I will soothe thy pains away,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 12em;">My mother.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when I see thee hang thy head,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Twill be my turn to watch thy bed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And tears of sweet affection shed,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 12em;">My mother.</span></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Walrus_and_the_Carpenter" id="The_Walrus_and_the_Carpenter"></a>The Walrus and the Carpenter</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>The sun was shining on the sea,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shining with all his might:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He did his very best to make</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The billows smooth and bright—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And this was odd, because it was</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The middle of the night.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The moon was shining sulkily,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because she thought the sun</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Had got no business to be there</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">After the day was done—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"It's very rude of him," she said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"To come and spoil the fun!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The sea was wet as wet could be,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sands were dry as dry.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You could not see a cloud, because</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">No cloud was in the sky:</span><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No birds were flying overhead—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">There were no birds to fly.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Walrus and the Carpenter</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were walking close at hand:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They wept like anything to see</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Such quantities of sand:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"If this were only cleared away,"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They said, "it would be grand!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"If seven maids with seven mops</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Swept it for half a year,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Do you suppose," the Walrus said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"That they could get it clear?"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And shed a bitter tear.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Walrus did beseech.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Along the briny beach:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We cannot do with more than four,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To give a hand to each."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The eldest Oyster looked at him,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But never a word he said:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The eldest Oyster winked his eye,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And shook his heavy head—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Meaning to say he did not choose</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To leave the oyster-bed.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But four young Oysters hurried up,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">All eager for the treat:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their shoes were clean and neat—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And this was odd, because, you know,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They hadn't any feet.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Four other Oysters followed them,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And yet another four;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And thick and fast they came at last,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And more, and more, and more—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All hopping through the frothy waves,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And scrambling to the shore.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Walrus and the Carpenter</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Walked on a mile or so,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then they rested on a rock</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Conveniently low:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And all the little Oysters stood</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And waited in a row.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"The time has come," the Walrus said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"To talk of many things:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of shoes—and ships—and sealing-wax—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of cabbages and kings—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And why the sea is boiling hot—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And whether pigs have wings."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Before we have our chat;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For some of us are out of breath,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all of us are fat!"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They thanked him much for that.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Is what we chiefly need:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Pepper and vinegar besides</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are very good indeed—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now, if you're ready, Oysters dear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">We can begin to feed."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Turning a little blue.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"After such kindness, that would be</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A dismal thing to do!"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"The night is fine," the Walrus said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Do you admire the view?</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"It was so kind of you to come!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And you are very nice!"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Carpenter said nothing but</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Cut us another slice.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I wish you were not quite so deaf—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I've had to ask you twice!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"To play them such a trick.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>After we've brought them out so far,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And made them trot so quick!"</span><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Carpenter said nothing but</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The butter's spread too thick!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I weep for you," the Walrus said;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I deeply sympathize."</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With sobs and tears he sorted out</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Those of the largest size,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Holding his pocket-handkerchief</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Before his streaming eyes.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"You've had a pleasant run!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shall we be trotting home again?"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But answer came there none—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And this was scarcely odd, because</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They'd eaten every one.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Lewis Carroll.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Teachers_Dream" id="The_Teachers_Dream"></a>The Teacher's Dream</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>The weary teacher sat alone</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">While twilight gathered on:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And not a sound was heard around,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The boys and girls were gone.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The weary teacher sat alone;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unnerved and pale was he;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bowed 'neath a yoke of care, he spoke</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In sad soliloquy:</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Another round, another round</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of labor thrown away,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Another chain of toil and pain</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dragged through a tedious day.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Of no avail is constant zeal,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Love's sacrifice is lost.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The hopes of morn, so golden, turn,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Each evening, into dross.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I squander on a barren field</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">My strength, my life, my all:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The seeds I sow will never grow,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They perish where they fall."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He sighed, and low upon his hands</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">His aching brow he pressed;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And o'er his frame ere long there came</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A soothing sense of rest.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then he lifted up his face,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But started back aghast,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The room, by strange and sudden change,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Assumed proportions vast.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It seemed a Senate-hall, and one</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Addressed a listening throng;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Each burning word all bosoms stirred,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Applause rose loud and long.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The 'wildered teacher thought he knew</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The speaker's voice and look,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"And for his name," said he, "the same</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is in my record book."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The stately Senate-hall dissolved,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A church rose in its place,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Wherein there stood a man of God,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dispensing words of grace.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And though he spoke in solemn tone,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And though his hair was gray,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The teacher's thought was strangely wrought—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I whipped that boy to-day."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The church, a phantom, vanished soon;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">What saw the teacher then?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In classic gloom of alcoved room</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">An author plied his pen.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"My idlest lad!" the teacher said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Filled with a new surprise;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Shall I behold his name enrolled</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Among the great and wise?"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The vision of a cottage home</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The teacher now descried;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A mother's face illumed the place</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her influence sanctified.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"A miracle! a miracle!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">This matron, well I know,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Was but a wild and careless child,<a name="Page_140" id="Page_140"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Not half an hour ago.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"And when she to her children speaks</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of duty's golden rule,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her lips repeat in accents sweet,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">My words to her at school."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The scene was changed again, and lo!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The schoolhouse rude and old;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Upon the wall did darkness fall,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The evening air was cold.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"A dream!" the sleeper, waking, said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then paced along the floor,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, whistling slow and soft and low,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He locked the schoolhouse door.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, walking home, his heart was full</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of peace and trust and praise;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And singing slow and soft and low,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said, "After many days."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>W.H. Venable.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_Legend_of_Bregenz" id="A_Legend_of_Bregenz"></a>A Legend of Bregenz</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Girt round with rugged mountains, the fair Lake Constance lies;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In her blue heart reflected shine back the starry skies;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And watching each white cloudlet float silently and slow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You think a piece of heaven lies on our earth below!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Midnight is there: and silence, enthroned in heaven, looks down</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Upon her own calm mirror, upon a sleeping town:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For Bregenz, that quaint city upon the Tyrol shore,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Has stood above Lake Constance a thousand years and more.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her battlement and towers, from off their rocky steep,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Have cast their trembling shadow for ages on the deep;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mountain, and lake, and valley, a sacred legend know,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of how the town was saved, one night three hundred years ago.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Far from her home and kindred, a Tyrol maid had fled,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To serve in the Swiss valleys, and toil for daily bread;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And every year that fleeted so silently and fast,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Seemed to bear farther from her the memory of the past.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She served kind, gentle masters, nor asked for rest or change;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her friends seemed no more new ones, their speech seemed no more strange;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when she led her cattle to pasture every day,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She ceased to look and wonder on which side Bregenz lay.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She spoke no more of Bregenz, with longing and with tears;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her Tyrol home seemed faded in a deep mist of years;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She heeded not the rumors of Austrian war and strife;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Each day she rose, contented, to the calm toils of life.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yet when her master's children would clustering round her stand,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She sang them ancient ballads of her own native land;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when at morn and evening she knelt before God's throne,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The accents of her childhood rose to her lips alone.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And so she dwelt: the valley more peaceful year by year;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When suddenly strange portents of some great deed seemed near.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141"></a>The golden corn was bending upon its fragile stock,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While farmers, heedless of their fields, paced up and down in talk.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The men seemed stern and altered, with looks cast on the ground;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With anxious faces, one by one, the women gathered round;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All talk of flax, or spinning, or work, was put away;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The very children seemed afraid to go alone to play.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>One day, out in the meadow with strangers from the town,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Some secret plan discussing, the men walked up and down,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yet now and then seemed watching a strange uncertain, gleam,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That looked like lances 'mid the trees that stood below the stream.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>At eve they all assembled, then care and doubt were fled;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With jovial laugh they feasted; the board was nobly spread.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The elder of the village rose up, his glass in hand,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And cried, "We drink the downfall of an accursed land!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"The night is growing darker,—ere one more day is flown,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bregenz, our foeman's stronghold, Bregenz shall be our own!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The women shrank in terror, (yet Pride, too, had her part,)</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But one poor Tyrol maiden felt death within her heart.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Before her stood fair Bregenz, once more her towers arose;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What were the friends beside her? Only her country's foes!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The faces of her kinsfolk, the days of childhood flown,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The echoes of her mountains, reclaimed her as their own!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nothing she heard around her, (though shouts rang forth again,)</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Gone were the green Swiss valleys, the pasture, and the plain;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Before her eyes one vision, and in her heart one cry,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That said, "Go forth, save Bregenz, and then, if need be, die!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With trembling haste and breathless, with noiseless step, she sped;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Horses and weary cattle were standing in the shed;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She loosed the strong white charger, that fed from out her hand,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She mounted, and she turned his head towards her native land.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Out—out into the darkness—faster, and still more fast;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The smooth grass flies behind her, the chestnut wood is past;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She looks up; clouds are heavy: Why is her steed so slow?—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Scarcely the wind beside them can pass them as they go.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Faster!" she cries. "Oh, faster!" Eleven the church-bells chime;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"O God," she cries, "help Bregenz, and bring me there in time!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But louder than bells' ringing, or lowing of the kine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Grows nearer in the midnight the rushing of the Rhine.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shall not the roaring waters their headlong gallop check?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The steed draws back in terror, she leans upon his neck</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To watch the flowing darkness,—the bank is high and steep;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>One pause—he staggers forward, and plunges in the deep.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142"></a></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She strives to pierce the blackness, and looser throws the rein;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her steed must breast the waters that dash above his mane.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How gallantly, how nobly, he struggles through the foam,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And see—in the far distance shine out the lights of home!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Up the steep bank he bears her, and now they rush again</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Toward the heights of Bregenz, that tower above the plain.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They reach the gate of Bregenz, just as the midnight rings,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And out come serf and soldier to meet the news she brings.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bregenz is saved! Ere daylight her battlements are manned;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Defiance greets the army that marches on the land.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And if to deeds heroic should endless fame be paid,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bregenz does well to honor the noble Tyrol maid.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Three hundred years are vanished, and yet upon the hill</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An old stone gateway rises, to do her honor still.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And there, when Bregenz women sit spinning in the shade,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They see in quaint old carving the charger and the maid.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when, to guard old Bregenz, by gateway, street, and tower,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The warder paces all night long, and calls each passing hour:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Nine," "ten," "eleven," he cries aloud, and then (O crown of fame!)</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When midnight pauses in the skies he calls the maiden's name!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Adelaide A. Procter.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Better_Than_Gold" id="Better_Than_Gold"></a>Better Than Gold</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Better than grandeur, better than gold,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Than rank and title a thousand fold,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Is a healthy body, a mind at ease,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And simple pleasures that always please;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A heart that can feel for a neighbor's woe</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And share his joys with a genial glow,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With sympathies large enough to enfold</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All men as brothers,—is better than gold.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Better than gold is a conscience clear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Though toiling for bread in an humble sphere:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Doubly blest with content and health,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Untried by the lusts or cares of wealth.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lowly living and lofty thought</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Adorn and ennoble a poor man's cot;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For mind and morals, in Nature's plan,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Are the genuine test of a gentleman.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Better than gold is the sweet repose</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of the sons of toil when their labors close;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Better than gold is the poor man's sleep,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the balm that drops on his slumbers deep.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bring sleeping draughts to the downy bed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where luxury pillows his aching head;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His simple opiate labor deems</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A shorter road to the land of dreams.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Better than gold is a thinking mind</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That in the realm of books can find</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A treasure surpassing Australian ore,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And live with the great and good of yore.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The sage's lore and the poet's lay,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The glories of empires pass'd away,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143"></a>The world's great drama will thus unfold</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And yield a pleasure better than gold.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Better than gold is a peaceful home,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where all the fireside charities come;—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The shrine of love and the heaven of life,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hallowed by mother, or sister, or wife.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>However humble the home may be,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or tried with sorrow by Heaven's decree,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The blessings that never were bought or sold,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And center there, are better than gold.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Alexander Smart.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Octobers_Bright_Blue_Weather" id="Octobers_Bright_Blue_Weather"></a>October's Bright Blue Weather</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>O suns and skies and clouds of June,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And flowers of June together,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ye cannot rival for one hour</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">October's bright blue weather;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When loud the bumblebee makes haste,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Belated, thriftless vagrant,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And goldenrod is dying fast,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And lanes with grapes are fragrant;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When gentians roll their fringes tight</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To save them for the morning,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And chestnuts fall from satin burrs</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Without a sound of warning;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When on the ground red apples lie</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In piles like jewels shining,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And redder still on old stone walls</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are leaves of woodbine twining;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When all the lovely wayside things</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their white-winged seeds are sowing,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And in the fields, still green and fair,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Late aftermaths are growing;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When springs run low, and on the brooks,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In idle, golden freighting,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of woods, for winter waiting;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When comrades seek sweet country haunts,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">By twos and threes together,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And count like misers hour by hour,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">October's bright blue weather.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O suns and skies and flowers of June,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Count all your boasts together,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Love loveth best of all the year</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">October's bright blue weather.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Helen Hunt Jackson.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Brier-Rose" id="Brier-Rose"></a>Brier-Rose</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Said Brier-Rose's mother to the naughty Brier-Rose:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"What <i>will</i> become of you, my child, the Lord Almighty knows.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You will not scrub the kettles, and you will not touch the broom;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You never sit a minute still at spinning-wheel or loom."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thus grumbled in the morning, and grumbled late at eve,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The good-wife as she bustled with pot and tray and sieve;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But Brier-Rose, she laughed and she cocked her dainty head:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Why, I shall marry, mother dear," full merrily she said.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"<i>You</i> marry; saucy Brier-Rose! The man, he is not found</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To marry such a worthless wench, these seven leagues around."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But Brier-Rose, she laughed and she trilled a merry lay:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Perhaps he'll come, my mother dear, from eight leagues away."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The good-wife with a "humph" and a sigh forsook the battle,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And flung her pots and pails about with much vindictive rattle;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144"></a>"O Lord, what sin did I commit in youthful days, and wild,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That thou hast punished me in age with such a wayward child?"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Up stole the girl on tiptoe, so that none her step could hear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And laughing pressed an airy kiss behind the good-wife's ear.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And she, as e'er relenting, sighed: "Oh, Heaven only knows</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Whatever will become of you, my naughty Brier-Rose!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The sun was high and summer sounds were teeming in the air;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The clank of scythes, the cricket's whir, and swelling woodnotes rare,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From fields and copse and meadow; and through the open door</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sweet, fragrant whiffs of new-mown hay the idle breezes bore.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then Brier-Rose grew pensive, like a bird of thoughtful mien,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Whose little life has problems among the branches green.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She heard the river brawling where the tide was swift and strong,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She heard the summer singing its strange, alluring song.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And out she skipped the meadows o'er and gazed into the sky;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her heart o'erbrimmed with gladness, she scarce herself knew why,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And to a merry tune she hummed, "Oh, Heaven only knows</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Whatever will become of the naughty Brier-Rose!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Whene'er a thrifty matron this idle maid espied,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She shook her head in warning, and scarce her wrath could hide;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For girls were made for housewives, for spinning-wheel and loom,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And not to drink the sunshine and wild flower's sweet perfume.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And oft the maidens cried, when the Brier-Rose went by,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"You cannot knit a stocking, and you cannot make a pie."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But Brier-Rose, as was her wont, she cocked her curly head:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"But I can sing a pretty song," full merrily she said.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And oft the young lads shouted, when they saw the maid at play:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Ho, good-for-nothing Brier-Rose, how do you do to-day?"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then she shook her tiny fist; to her cheeks the color flew:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"However much you coax me, I'll <i>never</i> dance with you."</td></tr> + +<tr><td align='center'><hr style='width: 35%;' /></td></tr> + +<tr><td align='left'>Thus flew the years light winged over Brier-Rose's head,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till she was twenty summers old and yet remained unwed.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And all the parish wondered: "The Lord Almighty knows</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Whatever will become of that naughty Brier-Rose!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And while they wondered came the spring a-dancing o'er the hills;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her breath was warmer than of yore, and all the mountain rills,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With their tinkling and their rippling and their rushing, filled the air,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the misty sounds of water forth-welling everywhere.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And in the valley's depth, like a lusty beast of prey,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The river leaped and roared aloud and tossed its mane of spray;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145"></a>Then hushed again its voice to a softly plashing croon,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As dark it rolled beneath the sun and white beneath the moon.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It was a merry sight to see the lumber as it whirled</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Adown the tawny eddies that hissed and seethed and swirled,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now shooting through the rapids and, with a reeling swing,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Into the foam-crests diving like an animated thing.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But in the narrows of the rocks, where o'er a steep incline</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The waters plunged, and wreathed in foam the dark boughs of the pine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The lads kept watch with shout and song, and sent each straggling beam</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A-spinning down the rapids, lest it should lock the stream.</td></tr> + +<tr><td align='center'><hr style='width: 35%;' /></td></tr> + +<tr><td align='left'>And yet—methinks I hear it now—wild voices in the night,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A rush of feet, a dog's harsh bark, a torch's flaring light,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And wandering gusts of dampness, and round us far and nigh,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A throbbing boom of water like a pulse-beat in the sky.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The dawn just pierced the pallid east with spears of gold and red.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As we, with boat-hooks in our hands, toward the narrows sped.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And terror smote us; for we heard the mighty tree-tops sway,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And thunder, as of chariots, and hissing showers of spray.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Now, lads," the sheriff shouted, "you are strong, like Norway's rock:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A hundred crowns I give to him who breaks the lumber lock!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For if another hour go by, the angry waters' spoil</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Our homes will be, and fields, and our weary years of toil."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We looked each at the other; each hoped his neighbor would</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Brave death and danger for his home, as valiant Norsemen should.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But at our feet the brawling tide expanded like a lake,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And whirling beams came shooting on, and made the firm rock quake.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Two hundred crowns!" the sheriff cried, and breathless stood the crowd.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Two hundred crowns, my bonny lads!" in anxious tones and loud.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But not a man came forward, and no one spoke or stirred,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And nothing save the thunder of the cataract was heard.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But as with trembling hands and with fainting hearts we stood,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We spied a little curly head emerging from the wood.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We heard a little snatch of a merry little song,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And saw the dainty Brier-Rose come dancing through the throng.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An angry murmur rose from the people round about.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Fling her into the river," we heard the matrons shout;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Chase her away, the silly thing; for God himself scarce knows</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Why ever he created that worthless Brier-Rose."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sweet Brier-Rose, she heard their cries; a little pensive smile</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Across her fair face flitted that might a stone beguile;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146"></a>And then she gave her pretty head a roguish little cock:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Hand me a boat-hook, lads," she said; "I think I'll break the lock."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Derisive shouts of laughter broke from throats of young and old:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Ho! good-for-nothing Brier-Rose, your tongue was ever bold."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, mockingly, a boat-hook into her hands was flung,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When, lo! into the river's midst with daring leaps she sprung!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We saw her dimly through a mist of dense and blinding spray;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From beam to beam she skipped, like a water-sprite at play.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And now and then faint gleams we caught of color through the mist:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A crimson waist, a golden head, a little dainty wrist.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In terror pressed the people to the margin of the hill,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A hundred breaths were bated, a hundred hearts stood still.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For, hark! from out the rapids came a strange and creaking sound,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then a crash of thunder which shook the very ground.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The waters hurled the lumber mass down o'er the rocky steep.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We heard a muffled rumbling and a rolling in the deep;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We saw a tiny form which the torrent swiftly bore</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And flung into the wild abyss, where it was seen no more.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ah, little naughty Brier-Rose, thou couldst not weave nor spin;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yet thou couldst do a nobler deed than all thy mocking kin;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For thou hadst courage e'en to die, and by thy death to save</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A thousand farms and lives from the fury of the wave.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And yet the adage lives, in the valley of thy birth,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When wayward children spend their days in heedless play and mirth,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oft mothers say, half smiling, half sighing, "Heaven knows</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Whatever will become of the naughty Brier-Rose!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Hjalmar Hjorth Boyesen.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="King_Robert_of_Sicily" id="King_Robert_of_Sicily"></a>King Robert of Sicily</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Robert of Sicily, brother of Pope Urbane</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Valmond, Emperor of Allemaine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Appareled in magnificent attire</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With retinue of many a knight and squire,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On St. John's eve, at vespers, proudly sat</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And heard the priests chant the Magnificat.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And as he listened, o'er and o'er again</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Repeated, like a burden or refrain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He caught the words, <i>"Deposuit potentes</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>De sede, et exaltavit humiles"</i>;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And slowly lifting up his kingly head,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He to a learned clerk beside him said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"What mean those words?" The clerk made answer meet,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"He has put down the mighty from their seat,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And has exalted them of low degree."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thereat King Robert muttered scornfully,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"'Tis well that such seditious words are sung</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Only by priests, and in the Latin tongue;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For unto priests, and people be it known,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147"></a>There is no power can push me from my throne,"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And leaning back he yawned and fell asleep,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lulled by the chant monotonous and deep.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When he awoke, it was already night;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The church was empty, and there was no light,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Save where the lamps, that glimmered few and faint,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lighted a little space before some saint.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He started from his seat and gazed around,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But saw no living thing and heard no sound.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He groped towards the door, but it was locked;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He cried aloud, and listened, and then knocked,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And uttered awful threatenings and complaints,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And imprecations upon men and saints.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The sounds re-echoed from the roof and walls</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As if dead priests were laughing in their stalls.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>At length the sexton, hearing from without</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The tumult of the knocking and the shout,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And thinking thieves were in the house of prayer,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Came with his lantern, asking "Who is there?"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Half choked with rage, King Robert fiercely said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Open; 'tis I, the king! Art thou afraid?"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The frightened sexton, muttering with a curse,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"This is some drunken vagabond, or worse!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Turned the great key and flung the portal wide;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A man rushed by him at a single stride,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Haggard, half-naked, without hat or cloak,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who neither turned, nor looked at him, nor spoke,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But leaped into the blackness of the night,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And vanished like a spectre from his sight.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Robert of Sicily, brother of Pope Urbane</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Valmond, Emperor of Allemaine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Despoiled of his magnificent attire,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bare-headed, breathless, and besprent with mire,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With sense of wrong and outrage desperate,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Strode on and thundered at the palace gate;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Rushed through the court-yard, thrusting in his rage</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To right and left each seneschal and page,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And hurried up the broad and sounding stair,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His white face ghastly in the torches' glare.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From hall to hall he passed with breathless speed;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Voices and cries he heard, but did not heed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Until at last he reached the banquet-room,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Blazing with light, and breathing with perfume.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There on the dais sat another king,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Wearing his robes, his crown, his signet ring—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>King Robert's self in features, form, and height,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But all transfigured with angelic light!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148"></a>It was an angel; and his presence there</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With a divine effulgence filled the air,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An exaltation, piercing the disguise,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Though none the hidden angel recognize.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A moment speechless, motionless, amazed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The throneless monarch on the angel gazed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who met his look of anger and surprise</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With the divine compassion of his eyes!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then said, "Who art thou, and why com'st thou here?"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To which King Robert answered with a sneer,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I am the king, and come to claim my own</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From an impostor, who usurps my throne!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And suddenly, at these audacious words,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Up sprang the angry guests, and drew their swords;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The angel answered with unruffled brow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Nay, not the king, but the king's jester; thou</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Henceforth shalt wear the bells and scalloped cape</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And for thy counselor shalt lead an ape;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thou shalt obey my servants when they call,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And wait upon my henchmen in the hall!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Deaf to King Robert's threats and cries and prayers,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They thrust him from the hall and down the stairs;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A group of tittering pages ran before,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And as they opened wide the folding door,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His heart failed, for he heard, with strange alarms,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The boisterous laughter of the men-at-arms,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And all the vaulted chamber roar and ring</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With the mock plaudits of "Long live the king!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Next morning, waking with the day's first beam,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He said within himself, "It was a dream!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But the straw rustled as he turned his head,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There were the cap and bells beside his bed;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Around him rose the bare, discolored walls,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Close by, the steeds were champing in their stalls,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And in the corner, a revolting shape,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shivering and chattering, sat the wretched ape.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It was no dream; the world he loved so much</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Had turned to dust and ashes at his touch!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Days came and went; and now returned again</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To Sicily the old Saturnian reign;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Under the angel's governance benign</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The happy island danced with corn and wine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And deep within the mountain's burning breast</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Enceladus, the giant, was at rest.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Meanwhile King Robert yielded to his fate,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sullen and silent and disconsolate.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Dressed in the motley garb that jesters wear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149"></a>With look bewildered, and a vacant stare,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Close shaven above the ears, as monks are shorn,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By courtiers mocked, by pages laughed to scorn,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His only friend the ape, his only food</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What others left—he still was unsubdued.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when the angel met him on his way,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And half in earnest, half in jest, would say,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sternly, though tenderly, that he might feel</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The velvet scabbard held a sword of steel,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Art thou the king?" the passion of his woe</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Burst from him in resistless overflow.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And lifting high his forehead, he would fling</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The haughty answer back, "I am, I am the king!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Almost three years were ended, when there came</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ambassadors of great repute and name</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From Valmond, Emperor of Allemaine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Unto King Robert, saying that Pope Urbane</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By letter summoned them forthwith to come</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On Holy Thursday to his City of Rome.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The angel with great joy received his guests,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And gave them presents of embroidered vests,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And velvet mantles with rich ermine lined,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And rings and jewels of the rarest kind.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then he departed with them o'er the sea</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Into the lovely land of Italy,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Whose loveliness was more resplendent made</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By the mere passing of that cavalcade</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With plumes, and cloaks, and housings, and the stir</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of jeweled bridle and of golden spur.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And lo! among the menials, in mock state,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Upon a piebald steed, with shambling gait,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His cloak of foxtails flapping in the wind,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The solemn ape demurely perched behind,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>King Robert rode, making huge merriment</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In all the country towns through which they went.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Pope received them with great pomp, and blare</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of bannered trumpets, on St. Peter's Square,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Giving his benediction and embrace,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Fervent, and full of apostolic grace.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While with congratulations and with prayers</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He entertained the angel unawares,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Robert, the jester, bursting through the crowd,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Into their presence rushed, and cried aloud:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I am the king! Look and behold in me</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Robert, your brother, King of Sicily!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>This man, who wears my semblance to your eyes,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Is an impostor in a king's disguise.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Do you not know me? Does no voice within</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Answer my cry, and say we are akin?"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Pope in silence, but with troubled mien,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Gazed at the angel's countenance serene;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150"></a>The Emperor, laughing, said, "It is strange sport</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To keep a mad man for thy fool at court!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the poor, baffled jester, in disgrace</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Was hustled back among the populace.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In solemn state the holy week went by,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Easter Sunday gleamed upon the sky;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The presence of the angel, with its light,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Before the sun rose, made the city bright,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And with new fervor filled the hearts of men,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who felt that Christ indeed had risen again.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Even the jester, on his bed of straw,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With haggard eyes the unwonted splendor saw;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He felt within a power unfelt before,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And kneeling humbly on his chamber floor,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He heard the rustling garments of the Lord</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sweep through the silent air, ascending heavenward.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And now the visit ending, and once more</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Valmond returning to the Danube's shore,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Homeward the angel journeyed, and again</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The land was made resplendent with his train,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Flashing along the towns of Italy</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Unto Salerno, and from thence by sea.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when once more within Palermo's wall,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, seated on the throne in his great hall,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He heard the Angelus from convent towers,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As if the better world conversed with ours,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He beckoned to King Robert to draw nigher,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And with a gesture bade the rest retire.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when they were alone, the angel said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Art thou the king?" Then, bowing down his head,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>King Robert crossed both hands upon his breast,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And meekly answered him, "Thou knowest best!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My sins as scarlet are; let me go hence,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And in some cloister's school of penitence,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Across those stones that pave the way to heaven</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Walk barefoot till my guilty soul be shriven!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The angel smiled, and from his radiant face</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A holy light illumined all the place,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And through the open window, loud and clear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They heard the monks chant in the chapel near,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Above the stir and tumult of the street,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"He has put down the mighty from their seat,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And has exalted them of low degree!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And through the chant a second melody</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Rose like the throbbing of a single string:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I am an angel, and thou art the king!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>King Robert, who was standing near the throne,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lifted his eyes, and lo! he was alone!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But all appareled as in days of old,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151"></a>With ermined mantle and with cloth of gold;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when his courtiers came they found him there,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Kneeling upon the floor, absorbed in silent prayer.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>H.W. Longfellow.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Huskers" id="The_Huskers"></a>The Huskers</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>It was late in mild October, and the long autumnal rain</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Had left the summer harvest-fields all green with grass again;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The first sharp frosts had fallen, leaving all the woodlands gay</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With the hues of summer's rainbow, or the meadow-flowers of May.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Through a thin, dry mist, that morning, the sun rose broad and red,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>At first a rayless disk of fire, he brightened as he sped;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yet, even his noontide glory fell chastened and subdued,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On the cornfields and the orchards, and softly pictured wood.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And all that quiet afternoon, slow sloping to the night,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He wove with golden shuttle the haze with yellow light;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Slanting through the painted beeches, he glorified the hill;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And beneath it, pond and meadow lay brighter, greener still.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And shouting boys in woodland haunts caught glimpses of that sky,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Flecked by the many-tinted leaves, and laughed, they knew not why;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And schoolgirls, gay with aster-flowers, beside the meadow brooks,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mingled the glow of autumn with the sunshine of sweet looks.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From spire and ball looked westerly the patient weathercock,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But even the birches on the hill stood motionless as rocks.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No sound was in the woodlands, save the squirrel's dropping shell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the yellow leaves among the boughs, low rustling as they fell.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The summer grains were harvested; the stubble-fields lay dry,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where June winds rolled, in light and shade, the pale green waves of rye;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But still, on gentle hill-slopes, in valleys fringed with wood,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ungathered, bleaching in the sun, the heavy corn crop stood.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bent low, by autumn's wind and rain, through husks that, dry and sere,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Unfolded by their ripened charge, shone out the yellow ear;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Beneath, the turnip lay concealed, in many a verdant fold,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And glistened in the slanting light the pumpkin's sphere of gold.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There wrought the busy harvesters; and many a creaking wain</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bore slowly to the long barn-floor its load of husk and grain;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till broad and red, as when he rose, the sun sank down, at last,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And like a merry guest's farewell, the day in brightness passed.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And lo! as through the western pines on meadow, stream, and pond,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Flamed the red radiance of a sky, set all afire beyond,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Slowly o'er the eastern sea-bluffs a milder glory shone,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the sunset and the moonrise were mingled into one!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As thus into the quiet night the twilight lapsed away,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And deeper in the brightening moon the tranquil shadows lay;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152"></a>From many a brown old farm-house, and hamlet without name,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Their milking and their home-tasks done, the merry huskers came.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Swung o'er the heaped-up harvest, from pitchforks in the mow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shone dimly down the lanterns on the pleasant scene below;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The growing pile of husks behind, the golden ears before,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And laughing eyes and busy hands and brown cheeks glimmering o'er.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Half hidden in a quiet nook, serene of look and heart,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Talking their old times over, the old men sat apart;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While, up and down the unhusked pile, or nestling in its shade,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>At hide-and-seek, with laugh and shout, the happy children played.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Urged by the good host's daughter, a maiden young and fair,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lifting to light her sweet blue eyes and pride of soft brown hair,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The master of the village school, sleek of hair and smooth of tongue,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To the quaint tune of some old psalm, a husking-ballad sung.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>John G. Whittier.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Darius_Green_and_His_Flying_Machine" id="Darius_Green_and_His_Flying_Machine"></a>Darius Green and His Flying Machine</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>If ever there lived a Yankee lad,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Wise or otherwise, good or bad,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who, seeing the birds fly, didn't jump</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With flapping arms from stake or stump,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Or, spreading the tail</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Of his coat for a sail,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Take a soaring leap from post or rail,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">And wonder why</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">He couldn't fly,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And flap and flutter and wish and try—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If ever you knew a country dunce</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who didn't try that as often as once,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All I can say is, that's a sign</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He never would do for a hero of mine.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An aspiring genius was D. Green:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The son of a farmer,—age fourteen;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His body was long and lank and lean,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Just right for flying, as will be seen;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He had two eyes, each bright as a bean,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And a freckled nose that grew between,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A little awry,—for I must mention</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That he had riveted his attention</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Upon his wonderful invention,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Twisting his tongue as he twisted the strings,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Working his face as he worked the wings,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And with every turn of gimlet and screw</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Turning and screwing his mouth round, too,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Till his nose seemed bent</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">To catch the scent,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Around some corner, of new-baked pies,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And his wrinkled cheeks and his squinting eyes</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Grew puckered into a queer grimace,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That made him look very droll in the face,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">And also very wise.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And wise he must have been, to do more</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Than ever a genius did before,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Excepting Daedalus of yore</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And his son Icarus, who wore</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Upon their backs</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Those wings of wax</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He had read of in the old almanacs.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Darius was clearly of the opinion</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That the air is also man's dominion,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And that, with paddle or fin or pinion,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">We soon or late</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Shall navigate</span><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The azure as now we sail the sea.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The thing looks simple enough to me;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">And if you doubt it,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hear how Darius reasoned about it.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">"Birds can fly,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">An' why can't I?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Must we give in,"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Says he with a grin,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">"'T the bluebird an' phoebe</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Are smarter'n we be?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Jest fold our hands an' see the swaller,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' blackbird an' catbird beat us holler?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Does the leetle, chatterin', sassy wren,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No bigger'n my thumb, know more than men?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Jest show me that!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Er prove 't the bat</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Has got more brains than's in my hat,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' I'll back down, an' not till then!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He argued further: "Ner I can't see</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What's ta' use o' wings to a bumblebee,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Fer to git a livin' with, more'n to me;—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Ain't my business</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Important's his'n is?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">That Icarus</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Was a silly cuss,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Him an' his daddy Daedalus.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They might 'a' knowed wings made o' wax</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Wouldn't stan' sun-heat an' hard whacks.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">I'll make mine o' luther,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Er suthin' er other."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And he said to himself, as he tinkered and planned:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"But I ain't goin' to show my hand</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To mummies that never can understand</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The fust idee that's big an' grand.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">They'd 'a' laft an' made fun</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O' Creation itself afore't was done!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So he kept his secret from all the rest</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Safely buttoned within his vest;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And in the loft above the shed</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Himself he locks, with thimble and thread</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And wax and hammer and buckles and screws,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And all such things as geniuses use;—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Two bats for patterns, curious fellows!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A charcoal-pot and a pair of bellows;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An old hoop-skirt or two, as well as</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Some wire and several old umbrellas;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A carriage-cover, for tail and wings;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A piece of harness; and straps and strings;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">And a big strong boxs</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">In which he locks</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>These and a hundred other things.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His grinning brothers, Reuben and Burke</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Nathan and Jotham and Solomon, lurk</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Around the corner to see him work,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sitting cross-legged, like a Turk,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Drawing the waxed end through with a jerk,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And boring the holes with a comical quirk</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of his wise old head, and a knowing smirk.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But vainly they mounted each other's backs,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And poked through knot-holes and pried through cracks;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With wood from the pile and straw from the stacks</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He plugged the knot-holes and calked the cracks;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And a bucket of water, which one would think</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He had brought up into the loft to drink</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">When he chanced to be dry,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Stood always nigh,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">For Darius was sly!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154"></a>And whenever at work he happened to spy</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>At chink or crevice a blinking eye,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He let a dipper of water fly.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Take that! an' ef ever ye get a peep,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Guess ye'll ketch a weasel asleep!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">And he sings as he locks</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">His big strong box:—</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"The weasel's head is small an' trim,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' he is leetle an' long an' slim,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' quick of motion an' nimble of limb,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">An' ef yeou'll be</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Advised by me</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Keep wide awake when ye're ketchin' him!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">So day after day</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He stitched and tinkered and hammered away,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Till at last 'twas done,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The greatest invention under the sun!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"An' now," says Darius, "hooray fer some fun!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">'Twas the Fourth of July,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">And the weather was dry,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And not a cloud was on all the sky,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Save a few light fleeces, which here and there,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Half mist, half air,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like foam on the ocean went floating by:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Just as lovely a morning as ever was seen</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For a nice little trip in a flying-machine.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thought cunning Darius: "Now I sha'n't go</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Along 'ith the fellers to see the show.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'll say I've got sich a terrible cough!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' then, when the folks 'ave all gone off</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">I'll hev full swing</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">For to try the thing,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' practyse a leetle on the wing."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Ain't goin' to see the celebration?"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Says Brother Nate. "No; botheration!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I've got sich a cold—a toothache—I—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My gracious!—feel's though I should fly!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Said Jotham, "Sho!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Guess ye better go."</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">But Darius said, "No!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shouldn't wonder 'f yeou might see me, though,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Long 'bout noon, ef I git red</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O' this jumpin', thumpin' pain 'n my head."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For all the while to himself he said:—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">"I'll tell ye what!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'll fly a few times around the lot,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To see how 't seems, then soon's I've got</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The hang o' the thing, ez likely's not,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">I'll astonish the nation,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">And all creation,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By flyin' over the celebration!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Over their heads I'll sail like an eagle;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'll balance myself on my wings like a sea-gull;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'll dance on the chimbleys; I'll stan' on the steeple;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'll flop up to winders an' scare the people!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'll light on the libbe'ty-pole, an' crow;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' I'll say to the gawpin' fools below,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">'What world's this 'ere</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">That I've come near?'</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Fer I'll make 'em believe I'm a chap f'm the moon!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' I'll try a race 'ith their ol' bulloon."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">He crept from his bed;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, seeing the others were gone, he said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'm a-gittin' over the cold 'n my head."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">And away he sped,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To open the wonderful box in the shed.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His brothers had walked but a little way</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When Jotham to Nathan chanced to say,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"What on airth is he up to, hey?"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Don'o,—the' 's suthin' er other to pay,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Er he wouldn't 'a' stayed to hum to-day."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Says Burke, "His toothache's all 'n his eye!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>He</i> never'd miss a Fo'th-o'-July,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ef he hedn't some machine to try.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Le's hurry back and hide in the barn,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' pay him fer tellin' us that yarn!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Agreed!" Through the orchard they creep back,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Along by the fences, behind the stack,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And one by one, through a hole in the wall,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In under the dusty barn they crawl,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Dressed in their Sunday garments all;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And a very astonishing sight was that,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When each in his cobwebbed coat and hat</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Came up through the floor like an ancient rat.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And there they hid;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And Reuben slid</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The fastenings back, and the door undid.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Keep dark!" said he,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"While I squint an' see what the' is to see."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As knights of old put on their mail,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">From head to foot</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">An iron suit,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Iron jacket and iron boot,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Iron breeches, and on the head</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No hat, but an iron pot instead,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And under the chin the bail,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I believe they called the thing a helm;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the lid they carried they called a shield;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, thus accoutred, they took the field,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sallying forth to overwhelm</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The dragons and pagans that plagued the realm:—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">So this modern knight</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Prepared for flight,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Put on his wings and strapped them tight;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Jointed and jaunty, strong and light;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Buckled them fast to shoulder and hip,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ten feet they measured from tip to tip!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And a helm had he, but that he wore,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Not on his head like those of yore,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">But more like the helm of a ship.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Hush!" Reuben said,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">"He's up in the shed!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He's opened the winder,—I see his head!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">He stretches it out,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">An' pokes it about,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lookin' to see 'f the coast is clear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">An' nobody near;—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Guess he don'o' who's hid in here!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He's riggin' a spring-board over the sill!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Stop laffin', Solomon! Burke, keep still!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He's a climbin' out now—of all the things!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What's he got on? I van, it's wings!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' that t'other thing? I vum, it's a tail!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' there he sets like a hawk on a rail!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Steppin' careful, he travels the length</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of his spring-board, and teeters to try its strength.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now he stretches his wings, like a monstrous bat;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Peeks over his shoulder, this way an' that,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Fer to see 'f the' 's anyone passin' by;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But the' 's on'y a ca'f an' a goslin' nigh.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>They</i> turn up at him a wonderin' eye,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To see—The dragon! he's goin' to fly!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Away he goes! Jimmmy! what a jump!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Flop-flop-an' plump</span><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">To the ground with a thump!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Flutt'rin an' flound'rin', all in a lump!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As a demon is hurled by an angel's spear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Heels over head, to his proper sphere,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Heels over head, and head over heels,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Dizzily down the abyss he wheels,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So fell Darius. Upon his crown,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In the midst of the barnyard, he came down,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In a wonderful whirl of tangled strings,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Broken braces and broken springs,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Broken tail and broken wings,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shooting-stars, and various things!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Away with a bellow fled the calf,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And what was that? Did the gosling laugh?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">'Tis a merry roar</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">From the old barn-door,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And he hears the voice of Jotham crying,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Say, D'rius! how de yeou like flyin'?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Slowly, ruefully, where he lay,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Darius just turned and looked that way,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As he stanched his sorrowful nose with his cuff.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Wall, I like flyin' well enough,"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He said; "but the' ain't sich a thunder-in' sight</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O' fun in 't when ye come to light."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'>MORAL</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I just have room for the moral here:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And this is the moral,—Stick to your sphere.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or if you insist, as you have the right,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On spreading your wings for a loftier flight,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The moral is,—Take care how you light.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>John T. Trowbridge.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Song_of_the_Shirt" id="Song_of_the_Shirt"></a>Song of the Shirt</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>With fingers weary and worn,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With eyelids heavy and red,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A woman sat, in unwomanly rags,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Plying her needle and thread—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Stitch! stitch! stitch!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In poverty, hunger and dirt,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And still with a voice of dolorous pitch</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">She sang the "Song of the Shirt!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Work! work! work!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">While the cock is crowing aloof!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And work—work—work,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till the stars shine through the roof!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It's oh! to be a slave</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Along with the barbarous Turk,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where a woman has never a soul to save,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">If this is Christian work!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Work—work—work,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till the brain begins to swim;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Work—work—work,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till the eyes are heavy and dim!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Seam, and gusset, and band,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Band, and gusset, and seam,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till over the buttons I fall asleep,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sew them on in a dream!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"O men, with sisters dear!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O men, with mothers and wives!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It is not linen you're wearing out,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But human creatures' lives!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Stitch—stitch—stitch!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In poverty, hunger, and dirt,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sewing at once, with a double thread,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A shroud as well as a shirt!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"But why do I talk of Death,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That phantom of grisly bone?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I hardly fear his terrible shape,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">It seems so like my own,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It seems so like my own,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because of the fasts I keep;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O God! that bread should be so dear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And flesh and blood so cheap!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157"></a></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Work! work! work!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">My labor never flags;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And what are its wages? A bed of straw,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A crust of bread—and rags,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That shattered roof—this naked floor—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A table—a broken chair—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And a wall so blank, my shadow I thank</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For sometimes falling there!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Work—work—work!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From weary chime to chime!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Work—work—work</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As prisoners work for crime!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Band, and gusset, and seam,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seam, and gusset, and band,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till the heart is sick and the brain benumbed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As well as the weary hand.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Work—work—work!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the dull December light!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Work—work—work!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the weather is warm, and bright!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While underneath the eaves</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The brooding swallows cling,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As if to show me their sunny backs,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And twit me with the spring.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Oh, but to breathe the breath</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of the cowslip and primrose sweet,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With the sky above my head,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the grass beneath my feet!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For only one short hour</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To feel as I used to feel,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Before I knew the woes of want</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the walk that costs a meal!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Oh, but for one short hour,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A respite, however brief!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No blessed leisure for love or hope,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But only time for grief!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A little weeping would ease my heart;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But in their briny bed</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My tears must stop, for every drop</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hinders needle and thread!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With fingers weary and worn,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With eyelids heavy and red,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A woman sat, in unwomanly rags,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Plying her needle and thread,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Stitch! stitch! stitch!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In poverty, hunger and dirt;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And still with a voice of dolorous pitch—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Would that its tone could reach the rich!—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">She sang this "Song of the Shirt."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Thomas Hood.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Christmas_Everywhere" id="Christmas_Everywhere"></a>Christmas Everywhere</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas to-night!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Christmas in lands of the fir-tree and pine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Christmas in lands of the palm-tree and vine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Christmas where snow-peaks stand solemn and white,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Christmas where corn-fields lie sunny and bright,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas to-night!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Christmas where children are hopeful and gay,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Christmas where old men are patient and gray,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Christmas where peace, like a dove in its flight,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Broods o'er brave men in the thick of the fight;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas tonight!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the Christ-child who comes is the Master of all,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No palace too great and no cottage too small,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158"></a>The angels who welcome Him sing from the height:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"In the city of David, a King in his might."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas tonight!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then let every heart keep its Christmas within,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Christ's pity for sorrow, Christ's hatred of sin,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Christ's care for the weakest, Christ's courage for right,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Christ's dread of the darkness, Christ's love of the light.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas tonight!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So the stars of the midnight which compass us round</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shall see a strange glory, and hear a sweet sound,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And cry, "Look! the earth is aflame with delight,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O sons of the morning, rejoice at the sight."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas tonight!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Philllips Brooks.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Cloud" id="The_Cloud"></a>The Cloud</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From the seas and the streams;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I bear light shade for the leaves when laid</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In their noon-day dreams.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From my wings are shaken the dews that waken</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sweet buds every one,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As she dances about the sun.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I wield the flail of the lashing hail,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And whiten the green plains under,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then again I dissolve it in rain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And laugh as I pass in thunder.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I sift the snow on the mountains below,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And their great pines groan aghast;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And all the night 'tis my pillow white,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">While I sleep in the arms of the blast.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sublime on the towers of my skyey bowers,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lightning my pilot sits,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In a cavern under is fettered the thunder,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">It struggles and howls at fits;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">This pilot is guiding me,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lured by the love of the genii that move</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the depths of the purple sea;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Over the lakes and the plains,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Spirit he loves remains;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whilst he is dissolving in rains.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And his burning plumes outspread,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Leaps on the back of my sailing rack,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the morning star shines dead;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As on the jag of a mountain crag,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which an earthquake rocks and swings,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An eagle alit one moment may sit</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the light of its golden wings.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Its ardors of rest and of love,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the crimson pall of eve may fall</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From the depth of heaven above,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With wings folded I rest, on mine airy nest,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As still as a brooding dove.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That orbed maiden, with white fire laden,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whom mortals call the moon,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By the midnight breezes strewn;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And wherever the beat of her unseen feet,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which only the angels hear,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The stars peep behind her and peer;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I laugh to see them whirl and flee,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like a swarm of golden bees,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When I widen the rent in my windbuilt tent,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like strips of the sky fallen thro' me on high,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are each paved with the moon and these.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the moon's with a girdle of pearl;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Over a torrent sea,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The mountains its columns be.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The triumphal arch thro' which I march,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With hurricane, fire, and snow,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the powers of the air are chained to my chair,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is the million-colored bow;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whilst the moist earth was laughing below.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I am the daughter of earth and water,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the nursling of the sky;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I pass thro' the pores of the ocean and shores;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I change, but I cannot die.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For after the rain, when, with never a stain</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The pavilion of heaven is bare,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Build up the blue dome of air,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And out of the caverns of rain,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I arise and unbuild it again,</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Percy Bysshe Shelley.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="To_a_Skylark" id="To_a_Skylark"></a>To a Skylark</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hail to thee, blithe spirit!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bird thou never wert,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That from heaven, or near it,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Pourest thy full heart</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Higher still and higher</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">From the earth thou springest</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like a cloud of fire;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">The blue deep thou wingest,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the golden lightning</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">of the sunken sun,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O'er which clouds are bright'ning,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Thou dost float and run,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The pale purple even</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Melts around thy flight;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like a star of heaven,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">In the broad daylight</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160"></a></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Keen as are the arrows</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of that silver sphere</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose intense lamp narrows</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">In the white dawn clear.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Until we hardly see, we feel, that it is there.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">All the earth and air</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">With thy voice is loud,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As, when night is bare,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">From one lonely cloud</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">What thou art we know not;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">What is most like thee?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From rainbow clouds there flow not</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Drops so bright to see,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As from thy presence showers a rain of melody:—</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like a poet hidden</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">In the light of thought,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Singing hymns unbidden,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Till the world is wrought</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not:</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like a high-born maiden</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">In a palace-tower,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Soothing her love-laden</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Soul in secret hour</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower:</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like a glow-worm golden</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">In a dell of dew,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Scattering unbeholden</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Its aerial hue</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view:</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like a rose embowered</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">In its own green leaves,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By warm winds deflowered,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Till the scent it gives</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves:</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sound of vernal showers</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">On the twinkling grass,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rain-awakened flowers,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">All that ever was</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Teach us, sprite or bird,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">What sweet thoughts are thine:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I have never heard</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Praise of love or wine</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Chorus Hymeneal,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Or triumphal chaunt,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Matched with thine would be all</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">But an empty vaunt,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">What objects are the fountains</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of thy happy strain?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">What fields, or waves, or mountains?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">What shapes of sky or plain?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With thy clear keen joyance</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Languor cannot be:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shadow of annoyance</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Never came near thee:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thou lovest: but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Waking or asleep,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Thou of death must deem</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Things more true and deep</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Than we mortals dream,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream?</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161"></a>We look before and after</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And pine for what is not:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our sincerest laughter</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">With some pain is fraught;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet if we could scorn</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Hate, and pride, and fear;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">If we were things born</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Not to a shed a tear,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Better than all measures</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of delightful sound,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Better than all treasures</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">That in books are found.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Teach me half the gladness</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">That thy brain must know,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Such harmonious madness</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">From my lips would flow,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The world should listen then, as I am listening now,</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Percy Bysshe Shelley.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Brook" id="The_Brook"></a>The Brook</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>I come from haunts of coot and hern,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I make a sudden sally,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And sparkle out among the fern,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To bicker down a valley.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By thirty hills I hurry down,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or slip between the ridges,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By twenty thorps, a little town,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And half a hundred bridges.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till last by Philip's farm I flow</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To join the brimming river,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For men may come and men may go,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I go on forever.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I chatter over stony ways,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In little sharps and trebles,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I bubble into eddying bays,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I babble on the pebbles.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With many a curve my banks I fret</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By many a field and fallow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And many a fairy foreland set</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With willow-weed and mallow.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I chatter, chatter as I flow</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To join the brimming river,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For men may come and men may go,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I go on forever.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I wind about, and in and out,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With here a blossom sailing,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And here and there a lusty trout,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And here and there a grayling,</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And here and there a foamy flake</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Upon me as I travel</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With many a silvery waterbreak</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Above the golden gravel,</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And draw them all along, and flow</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To join the brimming river,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For men may come and men may go,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I go on forever.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I steal by lawns and grassy plots,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I slide by hazel covers;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I move the sweet forget-me-nots</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That grow for happy lovers.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Among my skimming swallows;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I make the netted sunbeam dance</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Against my sandy shallows.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I murmur under moon and stars,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In brambly wildernesses;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I linger by my shingly bars;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I loiter round my cresses;</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And out again I curve and flow</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To join the brimming river,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For men may come and men may go,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I go on forever.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Alfred, Lord Tennyson.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="June" id="June"></a>June</h2> + +<h4>(<i>From "The Vision of Sir Launfal"</i>)</h4> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162"></a>No price is set on the lavish summer,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>June may be had by the poorest comer.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And what is so rare as a day in June?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then, if ever, come perfect days;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And over it softly her warm ear lays;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Whether we look, or whether we listen,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Every clod feels a stir of might,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">An instinct within it that reaches and towers,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, groping blindly above it for light,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The flush of life may well be seen</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thrilling back over hills and valleys;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The cowslip startles in meadows green,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To be some happy creature's palace;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The little bird sits at his door in the sun,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Atilt like a blossom among the leaves,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And lets his illumined being o'errun</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With the deluge of summer it receives;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In the nice ear of Nature, which song is the best?</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now is the high-tide of the year,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And whatever of life hath ebbed away</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Comes flooding back, with a ripply cheer,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Into every bare inlet and creek and bay;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We are happy now because God wills it;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No matter how barren the past may have been,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'T is enough for us now that the leaves are green;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We sit in the warm shade and feel right well</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That skies are clear and grass is growing;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The breeze comes whispering in our ear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That dandelions are blossoming near,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That the river is bluer than the sky,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That the robin is plastering his house hard by;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And if the breeze kept the good news back,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For other couriers we should not lack;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">We could guess it all by yon heifer's lowing,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And hark! how clear bold chanticleer,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Warmed with the new wine of the year,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tells all in his lusty crowing!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Everything is happy now,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Everything is upward striving;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'T is as easy now for the heart to be true</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As for grass to be green or skies to be blue,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">'T is the natural way of living.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who knows whither the clouds have fled?<a name="Page_163" id="Page_163"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the eyes forget the tears they have shed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The heart forgets its sorrow and ache;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The soul partakes the season's youth,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the sulphurous rifts of passion and woe</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lie deep 'neath a silence pure and smooth,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like burnt-out craters healed with snow.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>James Russell Lowell.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Planting_of_the_Apple-Tree" id="The_Planting_of_the_Apple-Tree"></a>The Planting of the Apple-Tree</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come, let us plant the apple-tree.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Cleave the tough greensward with the spade;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Wide let its hollow bed be made;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There gently lay the roots, and there</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sift the dark mould with kindly care.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And press it o'er them tenderly,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As round the sleeping infant's feet</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We softly fold the cradle-sheet;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">So plant we the apple tree.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">What plant we in this apple-tree?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Buds, which the breath of summer days</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shall lengthen into leafy sprays;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Boughs where the thrush with crimson breast</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shall haunt, and sing, and hide her nest;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">We plant, upon the sunny lea,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A shadow for the noontide hour,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A shelter from the summer shower,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When we plant the apple-tree.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">What plant we in this apple-tree?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sweets for a hundred flowery springs,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To load the May-wind's restless wings,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When, from the orchard row, he pours</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Its fragrance through our open doors;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A world of blossoms for the bee,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Flowers for the sick girl's silent room,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the glad infant sprigs of bloom,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">We plant with the apple-tree.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">What plant we in this apple-tree?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Fruits that shall swell in sunny June,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And redden in the August noon,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And drop, when gentle airs come by,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That fan the blue September sky.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">While children come, with cries of glee,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And seek them where the fragrant grass</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Betrays their bed to those who pass,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">At the foot of the apple tree.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when, above this apple tree,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The winter stars are quivering bright,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And winds go howling through the night,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Girls, whose young eyes o'erflow with mirth,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shall peel its fruit by cottage hearth,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And guests in prouder homes shall see,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Heaped with the grape of Cintra's vine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And golden orange of the Line,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The fruit of the apple-tree.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The fruitage of this apple-tree</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Winds, and our flag of stripe and star</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shall bear to coasts that lie afar,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where men shall wonder at the view,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And ask in what fair groves they grew;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sojourners beyond the sea</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shall think of childhood's careless day</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And long, long hours of summer play,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the shade of the apple-tree.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Each year shall give this apple-tree</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A broader flush of roseate bloom,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A deeper maze of verdurous gloom,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And loosen, when the frost-clouds lower,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The crisp brown leaves in thicker shower.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The years shall come and pass, but we</span><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shall hear no longer, where we lie,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The summer's songs, the autumn's sigh,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the boughs of the apple-tree.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And time shall waste this apple tree.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, when its aged branches throw</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thin shadows on the ground below,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shall fraud and force and iron will</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oppress the weak and helpless still?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">What shall the tasks of mercy be,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Amid the toils, the strifes, the tears</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of those who live when length of years</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is wasting this apple-tree?</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Who planted this old apple-tree?"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The children of that distant day</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thus to some aged man shall say;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, gazing on its mossy stem,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The gray-haired man shall answer them:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"A poet of the land was he,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Born in the rude but good old times;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Tis said he made some quaint old rhymes</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On planting the apple-tree."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>William Cullen Bryant.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Character_of_the_Happy_Warrior" id="Character_of_the_Happy_Warrior"></a>Character of the Happy Warrior</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That every man in arms should wish to be?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>—It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Whose high endeavors are an inward light</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That makes the path before him always bright:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who, with a natural instinct to discern</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Abides by this resolve, and stops not there,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But makes his moral being his prime care;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who, doomed to go in company with Pain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Turns his necessity to glorious gain;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In face of these doth exercise a power</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Which is our human nature's highest dower;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of their bad influence, and their good receives:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By objects, which might force the soul to abate</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her feeling, rendered more compassionate;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Is placable—because occasions rise</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So often that demand such sacrifice;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>More skillful in self-knowledge, even more pure,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As tempted more; more able to endure,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As more exposed to suffering and distress;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thence also, more alive to tenderness.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>—'Tis he whose law is reason; who depends</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Upon that law as on the best of friends;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Whence, in a state where men are tempted still</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To evil for a guard against worse ill,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And what in quality or act is best</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Doth seldom on a right foundation rest,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He labors good on good to fix, and owes</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To virtue every triumph that he knows:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>—Who, if he rise to station of command,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Rises by open means; and there will stand</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On honorable terms, or else retire,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And in himself possess his own desire;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who comprehends his trust, and to the same</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165"></a>Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And therefore does not stoop, nor lie in wait</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For wealth, or honors, or for worldly state;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Whom they must follow; on whose head must fall,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like showers of manna, if they come at all;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Whose powers shed round him in the common strife,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or mild concerns of ordinary life,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A constant influence, a peculiar grace;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But who, if he be called upon to face</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Great issues, good or bad for human kind,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Is happy as a Lover; and attired</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With sudden brightness, like a Man inspired;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or if an unexpected call succeed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Come when it will, is equal to the need:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>—He who, though thus endued as with a sense</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And faculty for storm and turbulence,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Is yet a Soul whose master-bias leans</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To homefelt pleasures and to gentle scenes;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sweet images! which, wheresoe'er he be,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Are at his heart; and such fidelity</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It is his darling passion to approve;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>More brave for this, that he hath much to love:—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Tis, finally, the Man who lifted high,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Conspicuous object in a Nation's eye,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or left unthought-of in obscurity,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who, with a toward or untoward lot,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Prosperous or adverse, to his wish or not—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Plays, in the many games of life, that one</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where what he most doth value must be won:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Whom neither shape of danger can dismay,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nor thought of tender happiness betray;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who, not content that former worth stand fast,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Looks forward, persevering to the last,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From well to better, daily self-surpast:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who, whether praise of him must walk the earth</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Forever, and to noble deeds give birth,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or he must fall, to sleep without his fame,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And leave a dead unprofitable name—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Finds comfort in himself and in his cause;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, while the mortal mist is gathering, draws</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His breath in confidence of Heaven's applause:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>This is the happy Warrior; this is He</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That every Man in arms should wish to be.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>William Wordsworth.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Charge_of_the_Light_Brigade" id="The_Charge_of_the_Light_Brigade"></a>The Charge of the Light Brigade</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Half a league, half a league,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Half a league onward,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All in the valley of Death</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rode the six hundred.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Forward, the Light Brigade!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Charge for the guns," he said:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Into the valley of Death</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rode the six hundred.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Forward, the Light Brigade!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Was there a man dismay'd?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Not tho' the soldier knew</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some one had blunder'd:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Theirs not to make reply,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166"></a>Theirs not to reason why,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Theirs but to do and die:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Into the valley of Death</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rode the six hundred.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Cannon to right of them,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Cannon to left of them,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Cannon in front of them</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Volley'd and thunder'd;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Storm'd at with shot and shell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Boldly they rode and well,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Into the jaws of Death,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Into the mouth of Hell</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rode the six hundred,</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Flash'd all their sabres bare,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Flash'd as they turn'd in air,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sabring the gunners there,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Charging an army, while</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">All the world wonder'd:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Plung'd in the battery-smoke</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Right thro' the line they broke;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Cossack and Russian</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Reel'd from the sabre-stroke</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shatter'd and sunder'd.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then they rode back, but not,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Not the six hundred.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Cannon to right of them,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Cannon to left of them,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Cannon behind them</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Volley'd and thunder'd;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Storm'd at with shot and shell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While horse and hero fell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They that had fought so well</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Came thro' the jaws of Death,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Back from the mouth of Hell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All that was left of them,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Left of six hundred.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When can their glory fade?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O the wild charge they made!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">All the world wonder'd.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Honor the charge they made!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Honor the Light Brigade,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Noble six hundred!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Alfred, Lord Tennyson.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Sheridans_Ride" id="Sheridans_Ride"></a>Sheridan's Ride</h2> + +<h4>October 19, 1864</h4> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Up from the South at break of day,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The affrighted air with a shudder bore,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like a herald in haste, to the chieftain's door,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The terrible grumble, and rumble, and roar,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Telling the battle was on once more,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Sheridan—twenty miles away.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And wider still those billows of war</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thundered along the horizon's bar;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And louder yet into Winchester rolled</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The roar of that red sea uncontrolled,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Making the blood of the listener cold</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As he thought of the stake in that fiery fray,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Sheridan—twenty miles away.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But there is a road from Winchester town,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A good broad highway leading down;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And there, through the flush of the morning light,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A steed, as black as the steeds of night,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Was seen to pass, as with eagle flight;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As if he knew the terrible need,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He stretched away with the utmost speed;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hills rose and fell—but his heart was gay,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With Sheridan fifteen miles away.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Still sprung from those swift hoofs, thundering South,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The dust, like smoke from the cannon's mouth;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or the trail of a comet, sweeping faster and faster,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Foreboding to foemen the doom of disaster.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The heart of the steed and the heart of the master</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167"></a>Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Impatient to be where the battle-field calls;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With Sheridan only ten miles away.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Under his spurning feet the road</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the landscape sped away behind</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like an ocean flying before the wind;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace ire,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Swept on, with his wild eyes full of fire.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But lo! he is nearing his heart's desire—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He is snuffing the smoke of the roaring fray,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With Sheridan only five miles away.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The first that the General saw were the groups</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of stragglers, and then the retreating troops.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What was done? what to do? a glance told him both,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then striking his spurs, with a terrible oath,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He dashed down the line 'mid a storm of huzzas,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the wave of retreat checked its course there, because</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The sight of the master compelled it to pause.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With foam and with dust the black charger was gray;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By the flash of his eye and the red nostril's play</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He seemed to the whole great army to say,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I have brought you Sheridan all the way</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From Winchester down to save the day!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hurrah, hurrah for Sheridan!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hurrah, hurrah for horse and man!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when their statues are placed on high,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Under the dome of the Union sky—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The American soldier's Temple of Fame—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There, with the glorious General's name,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Be it said in letters both bold and bright:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Here is the steed that saved the day,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By carrying Sheridan into the fight,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From Winchester—twenty miles away!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Thomas Buchanan Read.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="O_Little_Town_of_Bethlehem" id="O_Little_Town_of_Bethlehem"></a>O Little Town of Bethlehem</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>O little town of Bethlehem,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">How still we see thee lie!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Above thy deep and dreamless sleep</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The silent stars go by;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yet in thy dark streets shineth</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The everlasting Light;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The hopes and fears of all the years</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are met in thee to-night.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For Christ is born of Mary,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And, gathered all above,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While mortals sleep, the angels keep</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their watch of wondering love.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O morning stars, together</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Proclaim the holy birth!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And praises sing to God the King,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And peace to men on earth.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How silently, how silently,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The wondrous gift is given!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So God imparts to human hearts</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The blessings of His heaven.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No ear may hear His coming,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But in this world of sin,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where meek souls will receive Him still,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The dear Christ enters in.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168"></a>O holy Child of Bethlehem!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Descend to us, we pray;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Cast out our sin, and enter in,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Be born in us to-day.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We hear the Christmas angels</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The great glad tidings tell;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, come to us, abide with us,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our Lord Emmanuel!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Phillips Brooks.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Chambered_Nautilus" id="The_Chambered_Nautilus"></a>The Chambered Nautilus</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sails the unshadowed main,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The venturous bark that flings</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And coral reefs lie bare,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wrecked is the ship of pearl!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And every chambered cell,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Before thee lies revealed,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Year after year beheld the silent toil</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That spread his lustrous coil;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Still, as the spiral grew,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He left the past year's dwelling for the new,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Stole with soft step its shining archway through,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Built up its idle door,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Child of the wandering sea,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cast from her lap, forlorn!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From thy dead lips a clearer note is born</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">While on mine ear it rings,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:—</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As the swift seasons roll!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Leave thy low-vaulted past!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Let each new temple, nobler than the last,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till thou at length art free,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Oliver Wendell Holmes.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Nobility" id="Nobility"></a>Nobility</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>True worth is in <i>being</i>, not <i>seeming</i>,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In doing, each day that goes by,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Some little good—not in dreaming</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of great things to do by and by.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For whatever men say in their blindness,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And spite of the fancies of youth,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There's nothing so kingly as kindness,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And nothing so royal as truth.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We get back our mete as we measure—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">We cannot do wrong and feel right,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nor can we give pain and gain pleasure,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For justice avenges each slight.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The air for the wing of the sparrow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The bush for the robin and wren,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But alway the path that is narrow</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And straight, for the children of men.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169"></a>'Tis not in the pages of story</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The heart of its ills to beguile,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Though he who makes courtship to glory</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gives all that he hath for her smile.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For when from her heights he has won her,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Alas! it is only to prove</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That nothing's so sacred as honor,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And nothing so loyal as love!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We cannot make bargains for blisses,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor catch them like fishes in nets;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And sometimes the thing our life misses</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Helps more than the thing which it gets.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For good lieth not in pursuing,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor gaining of great nor of small,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But just in the doing, and doing</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As we would be done by, is all.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Through envy, through malice, through hating,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Against the world, early and late,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No jot of our courage abating—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our part is to work and to wait.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And slight is the sting of his trouble</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose winnings are less than his worth;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For he who is honest is noble,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whatever his fortunes or birth.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Alice Cary.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Wind" id="The_Wind"></a>The Wind</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Who has seen the wind?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Neither I nor you:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But when the leaves hang trembling,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The wind is passing through.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who has seen the wind?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Neither you nor I:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But when the trees bow down their heads,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The wind is passing by.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Christina G. Rosetti.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Owl_and_The_Pussy-Cat" id="The_Owl_and_The_Pussy-Cat"></a>The Owl and The Pussy-Cat</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a beautiful pea-green boat;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They took some honey, and plenty of money,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wrapped up in a five-pound note.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Owl looked up to the moon above</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sang to a small guitar,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">What a beautiful Pussy you are,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 8em;">You are,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">What a beautiful Pussy you are!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">How wonderful sweet you sing!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, let us be married,—too long we have tarried,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But what shall we do for a ring?"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They sailed away for a year and a day</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To the land where the Bong-tree grows,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And there in a wood, a piggy-wig stood</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a ring in the end of his nose,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 8em;">His nose,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a ring in the end of his nose.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will."</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So they took it away, and were married next day</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By the turkey who lives on the hill.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They dined upon mince and slices of quince</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which they ate with a runcible spoon,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And hand in hand on the edge of the sand</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They danced by the light of the moon,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">The moon,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They danced by the light of the moon.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Edward Lear.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Frost" id="The_Frost"></a>The Frost</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170"></a>The Frost looked forth one still, clear night,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And whispered, "Now I shall be out of sight;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So through the valley and over the height</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In silence I'll take my way.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I will not go on like that blustering train,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That make so much bustle and noise in vain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But I'll be as busy as they!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So he flew to the mountain, and powdered its crest;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He lit on the trees, and their boughs he drest</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In diamond beads—and over the breast</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of the quivering lake he spread</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A coat of mail, that it need not fear</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The downward point of many a spear</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That he hung on its margin, far and near,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where a rock could rear its head.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He went to the windows of those who slept,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And over each pane like a fairy crept;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Wherever he breathed, wherever he stepped,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By the light of the morn were seen</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Most beautiful things; there were flowers and trees;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There were bevies of birds and swarms of bees;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There were cities with temples and towers; and these</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">All pictured in silver sheen!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But he did one thing that was hardly fair,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He peeped in the cupboard, and finding there</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That all had forgotten for him to prepare,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Now, just to set them a-thinking,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'll bite this basket of fruit," said he;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"This costly pitcher I'll burst in three;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the glass of water they've left for me</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall 'tchick!' to tell them I'm drinking!"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Hannah F. Gould.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Corn_Song" id="The_Corn_Song"></a>The Corn Song</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Heap high the golden corn!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No richer gift has Autumn poured</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From out her lavish horn!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Let other lands, exulting, glean</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The apple from the pine,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The orange from its glossy green,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cluster from the vine;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We better love the hardy gift</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our rugged vales bestow,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To cheer us when the storm shall drift</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our harvest-fields with snow.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Through vales of grass and meads of flowers,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our plows their furrows made,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While on the hills the sun and showers</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of changeful April played.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We dropped the seed o'er hill and plain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beneath the sun of May,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And frightened from our sprouting grain</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The robber crows away.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All through the long, bright days of June,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Its leaves grew green and fair,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And waved in hot midsummer's noon</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Its soft and yellow hair.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And now, with Autumn's moonlit eyes,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Its harvest time has come,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We pluck away the frosted leaves<a name="Page_171" id="Page_171"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bear the treasure home.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There, richer than the fabled gift</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Apollo showered of old,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Fair hands the broken grain shall sift,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And knead its meal of gold.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Let vapid idlers loll in silk,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Around their costly board;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Give us the bowl of samp and milk,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By homespun beauty poured!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where'er the wide old kitchen hearth</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sends up its smoky curls,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who will not thank the kindly earth,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bless our farmer girls!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then shame on all the proud and vain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose folly laughs to scorn</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The blessing of our hardy grain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our wealth of golden corn!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Let earth withhold her goodly root,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let mildew blight her rye,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Give to the worm the orchard's fruit,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The wheat-field to the fly:</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But let the good old crop adorn</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The hills our fathers trod;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Still let us, for His golden corn,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Send up our thanks to God!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>John G. Whittier.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="On_His_Blindness" id="On_His_Blindness"></a>On His Blindness</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>When I consider how my light is spent</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And that one talent which is death to hide,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To serve therewith my Maker, and present</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">My true account, lest He, returning, chide;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Either man's work or His own gifts. Who best</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. His state</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And post o'er land and ocean without rest;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They also serve who only stand and wait."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>John Milton.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_Boys_Song" id="A_Boys_Song"></a>A Boy's Song</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Where the pools are bright and deep,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where the gray trout lies asleep,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Up the river and o'er the lea,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That's the way for Billy and me.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where the blackbird sings the latest,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where the nestlings chirp and flee.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That's the way for Billy and me.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where the mowers mow the cleanest,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where the hay lies thick and greenest;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There to trace the homeward bee,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That's the way for Billy and me.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where the hazel bank is steepest,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where the shadow falls the deepest,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where the clustering nuts fall free,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That's the way for Billy and me.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Why the boys should drive away</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Little sweet maidens from their play,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or love to banter and fight so well,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That's the thing I never could tell.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But this I know, I love to play,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Through the meadow, among the hay,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Up the water and o'er the lea,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That's the way for Billy and me.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>James Hogg.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="November" id="November"></a>November</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172"></a>The leaves are fading and falling,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The winds are rough and wild,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The birds have ceased their calling,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But let me tell you, my child,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Though day by day, as it closes,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Doth darker and colder grow,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The roots of the bright red roses</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will keep alive in the snow.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when the winter is over,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The boughs will get new leaves,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The quail come back to the clover,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the swallow back to the eaves.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There must be rough, cold weather,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And winds and rains so wild;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Not all good things together</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come to us here, my child.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So, when some dear joy loses</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Its beauteous summer glow,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Think how the roots of the roses</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are kept alive in the snow.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Alice Gary.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Little_Birdie" id="Little_Birdie"></a>Little Birdie</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>What does little birdie say,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In her nest at peep of day?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Let me fly," says little birdie—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Mother, let me fly away."</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Birdie, rest a little longer,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till the little wings are stronger."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So she rests a little longer,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then she flies away.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What does little baby say</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In her bed at peep of day?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Baby says, like little birdie,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Let me rise and fly away."</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Baby, sleep a little longer,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till the little limbs are stronger.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If she sleeps a little longer,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Baby, too, shall fly away."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Alfred, Lord Tennyson.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Fairies" id="The_Fairies"></a>The Fairies</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Up the airy mountain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Down the rushy glen,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We daren't go a-hunting</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For fear of little men;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Wee folk, good folk,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Trooping all together;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Green jacket, red cap,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And white owl's feather!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Down along the rocky shore</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some make their home;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They live on crispy pancakes</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of yellow tide foam;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Some in the reeds</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of the black mountain-lake,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With frogs for their watch dogs,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">All night awake.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>High on the hill-top</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The old King sits;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He is now so old and gray</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He's nigh lost his wits.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With a bridge of white mist</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Columbkill he crosses,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On his stately journeys</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From Slieveleague to Rosses;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or going up with music</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On cold, starry nights,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To sup with the Queen</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of the gay Northern Lights.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By the craggy hillside,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Through the mosses bare,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They have planted thorn trees</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For pleasure here and there;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Is any man so daring,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As dig them up in spite?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He shall find their sharpest thorns</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In his bed at night.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Up the airy mountain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Down the rushy glen,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We daren't go a-hunting</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For fear of little men;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Wee folk, good folk,<a name="Page_173" id="Page_173"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Trooping all together;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Green jacket, red cap,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And white owl's feather,</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>William Allingham.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Wonderful_World" id="The_Wonderful_World"></a>The Wonderful World</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful World,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With the wonderful water round you curled,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the wonderful grass upon your breast,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>World, you are beautifully drest.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The wonderful air is over me.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It walks on the water, and whirls the mills,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And talks to itself on the top of the hills.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You friendly Earth, how far do you go,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With the wheat-fields that nod and the rivers that flow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With cities and gardens, and cliffs and isles,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And people upon you for thousands of miles?</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ah! you are so great, and I am so small,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I hardly can think of you, World, at all;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And yet, when I said my prayers today,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A whisper within me seemed to say:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"You are more than the Earth, though you are such a dot!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You can love and think, and the Earth can not."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>William Brighty Rands.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Be_Strong" id="Be_Strong"></a>Be Strong</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Be strong!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We are not here to play, to dream, to drift;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We have hard work to do, and loads to lift;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shun not the struggle—face it; 'tis God's gift.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Be strong!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Say not, "The days are evil. Who's to blame?"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And fold the hands and acquiesce—oh shame!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Stand up, speak out, and bravely, in God's name.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Be strong!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It matters not how deep intrenched the wrong.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How hard the battle goes, the day how long;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Faint not—fight on! To-morrow comes the song.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Maltbie Davenport Babcock.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Song_The_Owl" id="Song_The_Owl"></a>Song: The Owl</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>When cats run home and light is come,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And dew is cold upon the ground,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the far-off stream is dumb,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the whirring sail goes round,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the whirring sail goes round,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Alone and warming his five wits,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">The white owl in the belfry sits.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When merry milkmaids click the latch,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And rarely smells the new-mown hay,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Twice or thrice his roundelay,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Twice or thrice his roundelay;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Alone and warming his five wits,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">The white owl in the belfry sits.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Alfred, Lord Tennyson.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Opportunity1" id="Opportunity1"></a>Opportunity</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174"></a>Master of human destinies am I!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fame, love and fortune on my footsteps wait.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cities and fields I walk: I penetrate</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Deserts and fields remote, and, passing by</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hovel and mart and palace, soon or late</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I knock unbidden once at every gate!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If sleeping, wake: if feasting, rise before</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I turn away. It is the hour of fate,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they who follow me reach every state</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mortals desire, and conquer every foe</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Save death; but those who doubt or hesitate,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Condemned to failure, penury and woe,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seek me in vain and uselessly implore—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I answer not, and I return no more.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>John J. Ingalls.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Opportunity2" id="Opportunity2"></a>Opportunity</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>They do me wrong who say I come no more</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When once I knock and fail to find you in;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For every day I stand outside your door</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bid you wake and rise to fight and win.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Wail not for precious chances passed away!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Weep not for golden ages on the wane!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Each night I burn the records of the day;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">At sunrise every soul is born again.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To vanished joys be blind and deaf and dumb;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My judgments seal the dead past with its dead,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But never bind a moment yet to come.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I lend an arm to all who say: "I can!"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No shamefac'd outcast ever sank so deep</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But yet might rise and be again a man.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Dost thou behold thy lost youth all aghast?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dost reel from righteous retribution's blow?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then turn from blotted archives of the past</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And find the future's pages white as snow!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Art thou a mourner? Rouse thee from thy spell;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Art thou a sinner? Sins may be forgiven!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Each morning gives thee wings to flee from hell;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Each night a star to guide thy feet to Heaven.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Walter Malone.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Sweet_and_Low" id="Sweet_and_Low"></a>Sweet and Low</h2> + +<h4>(<i>From "The Princess"</i>)</h4> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Sweet and low, sweet and low,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wind of the western sea,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Low, low, breathe and blow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wind of the western sea!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Over the rolling waters go,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Come from the dying moon, and blow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Blow him again to me;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,<a name="Page_175" id="Page_175"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Father will come to thee soon;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Rest, rest, on mother's breast,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Father will come to thee soon;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Father will come to his babe in the nest,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Silver sails all out of the west</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Under the silver moon;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Alfred, Lord Tennyson.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Barefoot_Boy" id="The_Barefoot_Boy"></a>The Barefoot Boy</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Blessings on thee, little man,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With thy turned-up pantaloons,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And thy merry whistled tunes;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With thy red lip, redder still</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Kissed by strawberries on the hill;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With the sunshine on thy face,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From, my heart I give thee joy,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I was once a barefoot boy!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Prince thou art,—the grown-up man</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Only is republican.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Let the million-dollared ride!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Barefoot, trudging at his side,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thou hast more than he can buy</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In the reach of ear and eye,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Outward sunshine, inward joy:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Blessings on thee, barefoot boy!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O for boyhood's painless play,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sleep that wakes in laughing day,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Health that mocks the doctor's rules,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Knowledge never learned of schools,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of the wild bee's morning chase,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of the wild-flower's time and place.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Flight of fowl and habitude</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of the tenants of the wood;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How the tortoise bears his shell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How the woodchuck digs his cell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the ground-mole sinks his well;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How the robin feeds her young,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How the oriole's nest is hung;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where the whitest lilies blow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where the freshest berries grow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where the groundnut trails its vine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where the wood-grape's clusters shine;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of the black wasp's cunning way,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mason of his walls of clay,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the architectural plans</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of gray hornet artisans!—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For, eschewing books and tasks,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nature answers all he asks;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hand in hand with her he walks,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Face to face with her he talks,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Part and parcel of her joy,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Blessings on the barefoot boy!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O for boyhood's time of June,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Crowding years in one brief moon,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When all things I heard or saw,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Me, their master, waited for.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I was rich in flowers and trees,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Humming-birds and honey-bees;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For my sport the squirrel played,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Plied the snouted mole his spade;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For my taste the blackberry cone</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Purpled over hedge and stone;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Laughed the brook for my delight</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Through the day and through the night</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Whispering at the garden wall,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Talked with me from fall to fall;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mine the sand-rimmed pickerel pond,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mine the walnut slopes beyond,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mine, on bending orchard trees,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Apples of Hesperides!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Still as my horizon grew,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Larger grew my riches too;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All the world I saw or knew</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Seemed a complex Chinese toy,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Fashioned for a barefoot boy!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O for festal dainties spread,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like my bowl of milk and bread,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Pewter spoon and bowl of wood,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On the door-stone, gray and rude!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O'er me, like a regal tent,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Cloudy-ribbed, the sunset bent,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Purple-curtained, fringed with gold.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Looped in many a wind-swung fold;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While for music came the play</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176"></a>Of the pied frogs' orchestra;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, to light the noisy choir,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lit the fly his lamp of fire.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I was monarch: pomp and joy</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Waited on the barefoot boy!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Cheerily, then, my little man,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Live and laugh, as boyhood can!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Though the flinty slopes be hard,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Stubble-speared the new-mown sward,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Every morn shall lead thee through</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Fresh baptisms of the dew;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Every evening from thy feet</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shall the cool wind kiss the heat:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All too soon these feet must hide</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In the prison cells of pride,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lose the freedom of the sod,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like a colt's for work be shod,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Made to tread the mills of toil,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Up and down in ceaseless moil:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Happy if their track be found</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Never on forbidden ground,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Happy if they sink not in</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Quick and treacherous sands of sin.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ah! that thou couldst know thy joy,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ere it passes, barefoot boy!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>John Greenleaf Whittier.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Polonius_Advice_to_Laertes" id="Polonius_Advice_to_Laertes"></a>Polonius' Advice to Laertes</h2> + +<h4>(<i>From "Hamlet"</i>)</h4> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>There,—my blessing with you!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And these few precepts in thy memory</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>See thou character.—Give thy thoughts no tongue,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But do not dull thy palm with entertainment</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade. Beware</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the apparel oft proclaims the man.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Neither a borrower nor a lender be,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For loan oft loses both itself and friend,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>This above all: to thine own self be true,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And it must follow, as the night the day,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thou canst not then be false to any man.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>William Shakespeare.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_Fable" id="A_Fable"></a>A Fable</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>The mountain and the squirrel</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Had a quarrel,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the former called the latter "Little Prig."</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bun replied,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"You are doubtless very big;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But all sorts of things and weather</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Must be taken in together,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To make up a year</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And a sphere.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I think it no disgrace</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To occupy my place.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If I'm not so large as you,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You are not so small as I,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And not half as spry.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'll not deny you make</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A very pretty squirrel track;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Talents differ; all is well and wisely put;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If I cannot carry forests on my back,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Neither can you crack a nut."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Ralph Waldo Emerson.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177"></a></p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Suppose" id="Suppose"></a>Suppose</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Suppose, my little lady,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your doll should break her head,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Could you make it whole by crying</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Till your eyes and nose are red?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And wouldn't it be pleasanter</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To treat it as a joke,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And say you're glad "'Twas Dolly's</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And not your head that broke"?</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Suppose you're dressed for walking,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the rain comes pouring down,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Will it clear off any sooner</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because you scold and frown?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And wouldn't it be nicer</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For you to smile than pout,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And so make sunshine in the house</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When there is none without?</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Suppose your task, my little man,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is very hard to get,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Will it make it any easier</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For you to sit and fret?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And wouldn't it be wiser</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than waiting like a dunce,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To go to work in earnest</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And learn the thing at once?</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Suppose that some boys have a horse,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And some a coach and pair,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Will it tire you less while walking</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To say, "It isn't fair"?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And wouldn't it be nobler</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To keep your temper sweet,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And in your heart be thankful</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">You can walk upon your feet?</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And suppose the world don't please you,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor the way some people do,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Do you think the whole creation</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will be altered just for you?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And isn't it, my boy or girl,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The wisest, bravest plan,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Whatever comes, or doesn't come,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To do the best you can?</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Phoebe Cary.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="I_Like_Little_Pussy" id="I_Like_Little_Pussy"></a>I Like Little Pussy</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>I like little Pussy,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her coat is so warm;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And if I don't hurt her</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">She'll do me no harm.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So I'll not pull her tail,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor drive her away,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But Pussy and I</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Very gently will play;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She shall sit by my side,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I'll give her some food;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And she'll love me because</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I am gentle and good.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'll pat little Pussy,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And then she will purr,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And thus show her thanks</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For my kindness to her;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'll not pinch her ears,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor tread on her paw,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lest I should provoke her</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To use her sharp claw;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I never will vex her,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor make her displeased,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For Pussy don't like</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To be worried or teased.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Jane Taylor.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Thanksgiving-Day" id="Thanksgiving-Day"></a>Thanksgiving-Day</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Over the river and through the wood,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To Grandfather's house we go;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">The horse knows the way</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">To carry the sleigh</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Through the white and drifted snow.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Over the river and through the wood,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, how the wind does blow!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">It stings the toes,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And bites the nose,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As over the ground we go.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Over the river and through the wood,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Trot fast, my dapple gray!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Spring over the ground,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Like a hunting hound,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For this is Thanksgiving-Day.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Over the river and through the wood,<a name="Page_178" id="Page_178"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And straight through the barnyard gate!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">We seem to go</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Extremely slow,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It is so hard to wait!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Over the river and through the wood;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now Grandmother's cap I spy!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Hurrah for the fun!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Is the pudding done?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Lydia Maria Child.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Daffodils" id="Daffodils"></a>Daffodils</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>I wandered lonely as a cloud</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That floats on high o'er vales and hills,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When all at once I saw a crowd,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A host, of golden daffodils;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Beside the lake, beneath the trees,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Continuous as the stars that shine</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And twinkle on the milky way,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They stretched in never-ending line</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Along the margin of a bay;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ten thousand saw I at a glance,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The waves beside them danced; but they</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Outdid the sparkling waves in glee;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A poet could not but be gay</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In such a jocund company;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I gazed—and gazed—but little thought</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What wealth the show to me had brought.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For oft, when on my couch I lie</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In vacant or in pensive mood,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They flash upon that inward eye</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which is the bliss of solitude;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And then my heart with pleasure fills,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And dances with the daffodils.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>William Wordsworth.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="To_a_Butterfly" id="To_a_Butterfly"></a>To a Butterfly</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>I've watched you now a full half-hour,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Self-poised upon that yellow flower;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, little Butterfly! indeed</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I know not if you sleep or feed.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>More motionless! and then</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How motionless!—not frozen seas</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What joy awaits you, when the breeze</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hath found you out among the trees,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And calls you forth again;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>This plot of orchard-ground is ours;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My trees they are, my Sister's flowers;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Here rest your wings when they are weary;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Here lodge as in a sanctuary!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Come often to us, fear no wrong;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sit near us on the bough!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We'll talk of sunshine and of song,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And summer days when we were young;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sweet childish days, that were as long</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As twenty days are now.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>William Wordsworth.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="To_The_Fringed_Gentian" id="To_The_Fringed_Gentian"></a>To The Fringed Gentian</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Thou blossom bright with autumn dew,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And colored with the heaven's own blue,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That openest when the quiet light</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Succeeds the keen and frosty night,</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thou comest not when violets lean</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or columbines, in purple dressed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thou waitest late and com'st alone,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When woods are bare and birds are flown,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And frosts and shortening days portend</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The aged Year is near his end.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Look through its fringes to the sky,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179"></a>Blue—blue—as if that sky let fall</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A flower from its cerulean wall.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I would that thus, when I shall see</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The hour of death draw near to me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hope, blossoming within my heart,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>May look to heaven as I depart.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>William Cullen Bryant.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Song_of_the_Camp" id="The_Song_of_the_Camp"></a>The Song of the Camp</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>"Give us a song!" the soldiers cried,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The outer trenches guarding,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the heated guns of the camps allied</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Grew weary of bombarding.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The dark Redan, in silent scoff,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lay, grim and threatening, under;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the tawny mound of the Malakoff</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">No longer belched its thunder.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There was a pause. A guardsman said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"We storm the forts to-morrow;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sing while we may, another day</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will bring enough of sorrow."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They lay along the battery's side</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Below the smoking cannon:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Brave hearts, from Severn and from Clyde,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And from the banks of Shannon.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They sang of love, and not of fame;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Forgot was Britain's glory:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Each heart recalled a different name,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But all sang "Annie Laurie."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Voice after voice caught up the song,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Until its tender passion</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Rose like an anthem, rich and strong,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their battle-eve confession.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Dear girl, her name he dared not speak,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But, as the song grew louder,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Something upon the soldier's cheek</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Washed off the stains of powder.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Beyond the darkening ocean burned</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The bloody sunset's embers,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While the Crimean valleys learned</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">How English love remembers.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And once again a fire of hell</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rained on the Russian quarters,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With scream of shot, and burst of shell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bellowing of the mortars!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Irish Nora's eyes are dim</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For a singer, dumb and gory;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And English Mary mourns for him</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who sang of "Annie Laurie."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sleep, soldiers! still in honored rest</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your truth and valor wearing:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The bravest are the tenderest,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The loving are the daring.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Bayard Taylor.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="She_Walks_in_Beauty" id="She_Walks_in_Beauty"></a>She Walks in Beauty</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>She walks in beauty, like the night</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of cloudless climes and starry skies;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And all that's best of dark and bright</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Meet in her aspect and her eyes:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thus mellowed to that tender light</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which heaven to gaudy day denies.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>One shade the more, one ray the less,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had half impaired the nameless grace</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Which waves in every raven tress,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or softly lightens o'er her face;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where thoughts serenely sweet express</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The smiles that win, the tints that glow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But tell of days in goodness spent,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A mind at peace with all below,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A heart whose love is innocent!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Lord Byron.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Builders" id="The_Builders"></a>The Builders</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180"></a>All are architects of Fate,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Working in these walls of Time;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Some with massive deeds and great,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some with ornaments of rhyme.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nothing useless is, or low;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Each thing in its place is best;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And what seems but idle show</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Strengthens and supports the rest.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the structure that we raise,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Time is with materials filled;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Our to-days and yesterdays</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are the blocks with which we build.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Truly shape and fashion these;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Leave no yawning gaps between;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Think not, because no man sees,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Such things will remain unseen.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In the elder days of Art,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Builders wrought with greatest care</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Each minute and unseen part;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the Gods see everywhere.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Let us do our work as well,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Both the unseen and the seen!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Make the house, where Gods may dwell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beautiful, entire, and clean.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Else our lives are incomplete,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Standing in these walls of Time,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Broken stairways, where the feet</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Stumble as they seek to climb.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Build to-day, then, strong and sure,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a firm and ample base;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And ascending and secure</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall to-morrow find its place.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thus alone can we attain</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To those turrets, where the eye</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sees the world as one vast plain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And one boundless reach of sky.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Henry W. Longfellow.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Brown_Thrush" id="The_Brown_Thrush"></a>The Brown Thrush</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>There's a merry brown thrush sitting up in the tree,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He's singing to me! He's singing to me!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And what does he say, little girl, little boy?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Oh, the world's running over with joy!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Don't you hear? don't you see?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hush! Look! In my tree,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'm as happy as happy can be!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the brown thrush keeps singing, "A nest do you see,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And five eggs hid by me in the juniper tree?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Don't meddle! don't touch! little girl, little boy,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or the world will lose some of its joy!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now I'm glad! now I'm free!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I always shall be,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If you never bring sorrow to me."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So the merry brown thrush sings away in the tree,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To you and to me, to you and to me;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And he sings all the day, little girl, little boy,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Oh, the world's running over with joy;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But long it won't be,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Don't you know? don't you see?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Unless we are as good as can be!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Lucy Larcom.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Quality_of_Mercy" id="The_Quality_of_Mercy"></a>The Quality of Mercy</h2> + +<h4>(<i>From, "The Merchant of Venice"</i>)</h4> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>The quality of mercy is not strain'd.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Upon the place beneath. It is twice bless'd:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181"></a>The throned monarch better than his crown.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The attribute to awe and majesty,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But mercy is above this sceptred sway;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It is enthroned in the hearts of kings;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It is an attribute to God himself;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And earthly power doth then show likest God's</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Though justice be thy plea, consider this,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That, in the course of justice, none of us</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And that same prayer doth teach us all to render</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The deeds of mercy.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>William Shakespeare.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Dont_Give_Up" id="Dont_Give_Up"></a>Don't Give Up</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>If you've tried and have not won,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Never stop for crying;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All's that's great and good is done</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Just by patient trying.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Though young birds, in flying, fall,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Still their wings grow stronger;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the next time they can keep</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Up a little longer.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Though the sturdy oak has known</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Many a blast that bowed her,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She has risen again, and grown</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Loftier and prouder.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If by easy work you beat,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who the more will prize you?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Gaining victory from defeat,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That's the test that tries you!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Phoebe Cary.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Incident_of_the_French_Camp" id="Incident_of_the_French_Camp"></a>Incident of the French Camp</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>You know we French stormed Ratisbon:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A mile or so away</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On a little mound, Napoleon</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Stood on our storming-day;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With neck out-thrust, you fancy how,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Legs wide, arms locked behind,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As if to balance the prone brow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oppressive with its mind.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Just as perhaps he mused, "My plans</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That soar, to earth may fall,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Let once my army-leader Lannes</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Waver at yonder wall,"—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Out 'twixt the battery-smokes there flew</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A rider, bound on bound</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Full-galloping; nor bridle drew</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Until he reached the mound.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then off there flung in smiling joy,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And held himself erect</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By just his horse's mane, a boy:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">You hardly could suspect—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>(So tight he kept his lips compressed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Scarce any blood came through)</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You looked twice ere you saw his breast</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was all but shot in two.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">We've got you Ratisbon!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Marshall's in the market-place,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And you'll be there anon</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To see your flag-bird flap his vans</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where I, to heart's desire,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Perched him!" The chief's eye flashed; his plans</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Soared up again like fire.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The chief's eye flashed; but presently</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Softened itself, as sheathes</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A film the mother-eagle's eye</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When her bruised eaglet breathes;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182"></a>"You're wounded!" "Nay," his soldier's pride</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Touched to the quick, he said:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I'm killed, Sire!" And his chief beside,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Smiling, the boy fell dead.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Robert Browning.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Bugle_Song" id="The_Bugle_Song"></a>The Bugle Song</h2> + +<h4>(<i>From "The Princess"</i>)</h4> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>The splendor falls on castle walls</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And snowy summits old in story:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The long light shakes across the lakes,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And the wild cataract leaps in glory.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O hark, O hear! how thin and clear,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And thinner, clearer, farther going!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O sweet and far from cliff and scar<a name="FNanchor_A_1" id="FNanchor_A_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O love, they die in yon rich sky,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">They faint on hill or field or river:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our echoes roll from soul to soul,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And grow for ever and for ever.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Blow bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Alfred, Lord Tennyson.</i></td></tr> +</table></div><div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_A_1" id="Footnote_A_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_1"><span class="label">[A]</span></a> Scar, a deep bank.</p></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_Childs_Thought_of_God" id="A_Childs_Thought_of_God"></a>A Child's Thought of God</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>They say that God lives very high;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But if you look above the pines</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You cannot see our God; and why?</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And if you dig down in the mines,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">You never see him in the gold,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Though from Him all that's glory shines.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>God is so good, He wears a fold</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of heaven and earth across His face,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like secrets kept for love untold.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But still I feel that His embrace</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Slides down by thrills through all things made,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Through sight and sound of every place;</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As if my tender mother laid</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On my shut lips her kisses' pressure,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Half waking me at night, and said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Who kissed you through the dark, dear guesser?"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Elizabeth Barrett Browning.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Blue_and_The_Gray" id="The_Blue_and_The_Gray"></a>The Blue and The Gray</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>By the flow of the inland river,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the fleets of iron have fled,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where the blades of grave grass quiver,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Asleep are the ranks of the dead;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Under the sod and the dew,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Waiting the judgment day—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Under the one, the Blue;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Under the other, the Gray.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>These in the robings of glory,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Those in the gloom of defeat,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All, with the battle blood gory,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the dusk of eternity meet;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Under the sod and the dew,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Waiting the judgment day—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Under the laurel, the Blue;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Under the willow, the Gray.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From the silence of sorrowful hours<a name="Page_183" id="Page_183"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The desolate mourners go,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lovingly laden with flowers</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Alike for the friend and the foe;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Under the sod and the dew,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Waiting the judgment day—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Under the roses, the Blue;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Under the lilies, the Gray.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So with an equal splendor</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The morning sun-rays fall,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With a touch impartially tender,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On the blossoms blooming for all;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Under the sod and the dew,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Waiting the judgment day—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">'Broidered with gold, the Blue;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Mellowed with gold, the Gray.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So, when the summer calleth,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On forest and field of grain</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With an equal murmur falleth</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cooling drip of the rain;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Under the sod and the dew,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Waiting the judgment day—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Wet with the rain, the Blue;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Wet with the rain, the Gray.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sadly, but not with upbraiding,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The generous deed was done;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In the storm of the years that are fading.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">No braver battle was won;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Under the sod and the dew,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Waiting the judgment day—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Under the blossoms, the Blue;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Under the garlands, the Gray.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No more shall the war-cry sever,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or the winding rivers be red;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They banish our anger forever</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When they laurel the graves of our dead!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Under the sod and the dew,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Waiting the judgment day—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Love and tears for the Blue;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Tears and love for the Gray.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Francis Miles Finch.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Good_Night_and_Good_Morning" id="Good_Night_and_Good_Morning"></a>Good Night and Good Morning</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>A fair little girl sat under a tree,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sewing as long as her eyes could see,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then smoothed her work, and folded it right,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And said, "Dear work, good night, good night!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Such a number of rooks came over her head,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Crying "Caw, caw," on their way to bed;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She said, as she watched their curious flight,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Little black things, good night, good night!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The horses neighed, and the oxen lowed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The sheep's "bleat, bleat" came over the road,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And all seemed to say, with a quiet delight,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Good little girl, good night, good night!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She did not say to the sun "Good night,"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tho' she saw him there like a ball of light;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For she knew he had God's own time to keep</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All over the world, and never could sleep.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The tall pink foxglove bowed his head,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The violets curtseyed and went to bed;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And good little Lucy tied up her hair,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And said, on her knees, her favorite prayer.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, while on her pillow she softly lay,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She knew nothing more till again it was day;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And all things said to the beautiful sun,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Good morning, good morning, our work is begun!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Lord Houghton.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Lady_Moon" id="Lady_Moon"></a>Lady Moon</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184"></a>"Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving?"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Over the sea."</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving?"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">"All that love me."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Are you not tired with rolling and never</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Resting to sleep?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Why look so pale and so sad, as for ever</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Wishing to weep?"</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Ask me not this, little child, if you love me;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">You are too bold</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I must obey my dear Father above me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And do as I'm told."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving?"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Over the sea."</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving?"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">"All that love me."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Lord Houghton.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Breathes_There_the_Man_With_Soul_So_Dead" id="Breathes_There_the_Man_With_Soul_So_Dead"></a>Breathes There the Man With Soul So Dead?</h2> + +<h4><i>(From "The Lay of the Last Minstrel")</i></h4> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Breathes there the man with soul so dead</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who never to himself hath said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">This is my own, my native land?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As home his footsteps he hath turned</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From wandering on a foreign strand?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If such there breathe, go, mark him well;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For him no minstrel raptures swell;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>High though his titles, proud his name,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Boundless his wealth as wish can claim,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Despite those titles, power, and pelf,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The wretch, concentred all in self,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Living, shall forfeit fair renown,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, doubly dying, shall go down</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To the vile dust from whence he sprung,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Unwept, unhonored and unsung.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Sir Walter Scott.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Pippas_Song" id="Pippas_Song"></a>Pippa's Song</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>The year's at the spring,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And day's at the morn;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Morning's at seven;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The hillside's dew-pearled;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The lark's on the wing;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The snail's on the thorn;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>God's in His heaven—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All's right with the world!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Robert Browning.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Twinkle_Twinkle_Little_Star" id="Twinkle_Twinkle_Little_Star"></a>Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Twinkle, twinkle, little star;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How I wonder what you are!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Up above the world so high,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like a diamond in the sky.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the glorious sun is set,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the grass with dew is wet,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then you show your little light,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In the dark blue sky you keep,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And often through my curtains peep;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For you never shut your eye</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till the sun is in the sky.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As your bright and tiny spark</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lights the traveler in the dark,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Though I know not what you are,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Twinkle, twinkle, little star.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Jane Taylor.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Crossing_the_Bar" id="Crossing_the_Bar"></a>Crossing the Bar</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185"></a>Sunset and evening star,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And one clear call for me!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And may there be no moaning of the bar,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When I put out to sea,</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But such a tide as moving seems asleep,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Too full for sound and foam,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When that which drew from out the boundless deep</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Turns again home.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Twilight and evening bell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And after that the dark!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And may there be no sadness of farewell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When I embark;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The flood may bear me far,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I hope to see my Pilot face to face</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When I have crost the bar.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Alfred, Lord Tennyson.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Tree" id="The_Tree"></a>The Tree</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>The Tree's early leaf buds were bursting their brown;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Shall I take them away?" said the Frost, sweeping down.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"No, leave them alone</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till the blossoms have grown,"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Prayed the Tree, while he trembled from rootlet to crown.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Tree bore his blossoms, and all the birds sung:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Shall I take them away?" said the Wind, as he swung,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"No, leave them alone</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till the blossoms have grown,"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Said the Tree, while his leaflets quivering hung.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Tree bore his fruit in the midsummer glow:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Said the child, "May I gather thy berries now?"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Yes, all thou canst see:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Take them; all are for thee,"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Said the Tree, while he bent down his laden boughs low.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Bjorrstjerne Bjornson.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Fountain" id="The_Fountain"></a>The Fountain</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Into the sunshine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Full of the light,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Leaping and flashing</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From morn till night;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Into the moonlight,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whiter than snow,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Waving so flower-like</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the winds blow;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Into the starlight</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rushing in spray,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Happy at midnight,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Happy by day;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ever in motion,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Blithesome and cheery,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Still climbing heavenward,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Never aweary;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Glad of all weathers,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Still seeming best,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Upward or downward,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Motion thy rest;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Full of a nature</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nothing can tame,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Changed every moment,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ever the same;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ceaseless aspiring,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ceaseless content,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Darkness or sunshine</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy element;</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186"></a>Glorious fountain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let my heart be</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Fresh, changeful, constant,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upward, like thee!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>James Russell Lowell.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Leak_in_the_Dike" id="The_Leak_in_the_Dike"></a>The Leak in the Dike</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>The good dame looked from her cottage</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">At the close of the pleasant day,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And cheerily called to her little son,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Outside the door at play:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Come, Peter, come! I want you to go,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">While there is light to see.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To the hut of the blind old man who lives</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Across the dike, for me;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And take these cakes I made for him—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They are hot and smoking yet;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You have time enough to go and come</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Before the sun is set."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then the good-wife turned to her labor,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Humming a simple song,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And thought of her husband, working hard</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">At the sluices all day long;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And set the turf a-blazing,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And brought the coarse black bread,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That he might find a fire at night</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And find the table spread.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Peter left the brother</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With whom all day he had played,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the sister who had watched their sports</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the willow's tender shade;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And told them they'd see him back before</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They saw a star in sight,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Though he wouldn't be afraid to go</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the very darkest night!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For he was a brave, bright fellow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With eye and conscience clear;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He could do whatever a boy might do,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he had not learned to fear.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Why, he wouldn't have robbed a bird's nest,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor brought a stork to harm,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Though never a law in Holland</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had stood to stay his arm!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And now with his face all glowing,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And eyes as bright as the day</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With the thoughts of his pleasant errand,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He trudged along the way;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And soon his joyous prattle</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Made glad a lonesome place—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Alas! if only the blind old man,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Could have seen that happy face!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yet he somehow caught the brightness</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which his voice and presence lent;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And he felt the sunshine come and go</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As Peter came and went.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And now, as the day was sinking,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the winds began to rise,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The mother looked from her door again,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shading her anxious eyes,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And saw the shadows deepen</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And birds to their homes come back,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But never a sign of Peter</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Along the level track.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But she said, "He will come at morning,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So I need not fret nor grieve—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Though it isn't like my boy at all</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To stay without my leave."</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But where was the child delaying?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On the homeward way was he,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Across the dike while the sun was up</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">An hour above the sea.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He was stopping now to gather flowers,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now listening to the sound,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As the angry waters dashed themselves</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Against their narrow bound.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Ah! well for us," said Peter,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"That the gates are good and strong,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And my father tends them carefully,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or they would not hold you long!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You're a wicked sea," said Peter,"<a name="Page_187" id="Page_187"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I know why you fret and chafe;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You would like to spoil our lands and homes,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But our sluices keep you safe!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But hark! Through the noise of waters</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Comes a low, clear, trickling sound;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the child's face pales with terror,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And his blossoms drop to the ground,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He is up the bank in a moment,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And, stealing through the sand,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He sees a stream not yet so large</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As his slender, childish hand.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Tis a leak in the dike! He is but a boy,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unused to fearful scenes;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But, young as he is, he has learned to know</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The dreadful thing that means.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A leak in the dike! The stoutest heart</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Grows faint that cry to hear,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the bravest man in all the land</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Turns white with mortal fear;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For he knows the smallest leak may grow</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To a flood in a single night;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And he knows the strength of the cruel sea</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When loosed in its angry might.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the boy! He has seen the danger</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And shouting a wild alarm,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He forces back the weight of the sea</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With the strength of his single arm!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He listens for the joyful sound</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of a footstep passing nigh;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And lays his ear to the ground, to catch</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The answer to his cry.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And he hears the rough winds blowing,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the waters rise and fall,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But never an answer comes to him</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Save the echo of his call.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He sees no hope, no succor,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">His feeble voice is lost;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yet what shall he do but watch and wait,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though he perish at his post!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So, faintly calling and crying</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till the sun is under the sea;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Crying and moaning till the stars</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come out for company;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He thinks of his brother and sister,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Asleep in their safe warm bed;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He thinks of his father and mother,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of himself as dying—and dead;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And of how, when the night is over,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They must come and find him at last;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But he never thinks he can leave the place</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where duty holds him fast.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The good dame in the cottage</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is up and astir with the light,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the thought of her little Peter</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Has been with her all night.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And now she watches the pathway,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As yester eve she had done;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But what does she see so strange and black</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Against the rising sun?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her neighbors are bearing between them</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Something straight to her door;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her child is coming home, but not</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As he ever came before!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"He is dead!" she cries, "my darling!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the startled father hears.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And comes and looks the way she looks,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And fears the thing she fears;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till a glad shout from the bearers</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thrills the stricken man and wife—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Give thanks, for your son, has saved our land,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And God has saved his life!"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So, there in the morning sunshine</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They knelt about the boy;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And every head was bared and bent</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In tearful, reverent joy.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188"></a></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Tis many a year since then, but still,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the sea roars like a flood,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Their boys are taught what a boy can do</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who is brave and true and good;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For every man in that country</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Takes his son by the hand,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And tells him of little Peter</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose courage saved the land.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They have many a valiant hero</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Remembered through the years;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But never one whose name so oft</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is named with loving tears;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And his deed shall be sung by the cradle,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And told to the child on the knee,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So long as the dikes of Holland</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Divide the land from the sea!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Phoebe Cary.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Robert_of_Lincoln" id="Robert_of_Lincoln"></a>Robert of Lincoln</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Merrily swinging on briar and weed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Near to the nest of his little dame,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Over the mountain-side or mead,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Robert of Lincoln is telling his name:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Spink, spank, spink;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Snug and safe is that nest of ours,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hidden among the summer flowers.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 9em;">Chee, chee, chee.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Robert of Lincoln is gaily drest,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wearing a bright black wedding coat;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>White are his shoulders and white his crest,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hear him call in his merry note:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Spink, spank, spink;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Look, what a nice new coat is mine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sure there was never a bird so fine.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 9em;">Chee, chee, chee.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pretty and quiet, with plain brown wings,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Passing at home a patient life,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Broods in the grass while her husband sings:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Spink, spank, spink;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Brood, kind creature; you need not fear</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thieves and robbers while I am here.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 9em;">Chee, chee, chee.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Modest and shy as a nun is she;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">One weak chirp is her only note.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Braggart and prince of braggarts is he,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pouring boasts from his little throat:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Spink, spank, spink;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Never was I afraid of man;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Catch me, cowardly knaves, if you can.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 9em;">Chee, chee, chee.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Six white eggs on a bed of hay,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Flecked with purple, a pretty sight!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There as the mother sits all day,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Robert is singing with all his might:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Spink, spank, spink;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nice, good wife, that never goes out,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Keeping the house while I frolic about.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 9em;">Chee, chee, chee.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Soon as the little ones chip the shell</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Six wide mouths are open for food;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Robert of Lincoln bestirs him well,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gathering seeds for the hungry brood.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Spink, spank, spink;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>This new life is likely to be</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hard for a gay young fellow like me.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 9em;">Chee, chee, chee.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Robert of Lincoln at length is made</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sober with work, and silent with care;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Off is his holiday garment laid,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Half forgotten that merry air,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bob-o'-link, Bob-o'-link,</span><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Spink, spank, spink;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nobody knows but my mate and I</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where our nest and our nestlings lie.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Chee, chee, chee.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Summer wanes; the children are grown;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fun and frolic no more he knows;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Robert of Lincoln's a humdrum crone;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Off he flies, and we sing as he goes:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Spink, spank, spink;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When you can pipe that merry old strain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Robert of Lincoln, come back again.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 5em;">Chee, chee, chee,</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>William Cullen Bryant.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Wishing" id="Wishing"></a>Wishing</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Ring-Ting! I wish I were a Primrose,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A bright yellow Primrose, blowing in the spring!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The stooping boughs above me,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The wandering bee to love me,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The fern and moss to creep across,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the Elm tree for our king!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nay—stay! I wish I were an Elm tree,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A great, lofty Elm tree, with green leaves gay!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The winds would set them dancing,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sun and moonshine glance in,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The birds would house among the boughs,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sweetly sing.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh no! I wish I were a Robin,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A Robin or a little Wren, everywhere to go;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Through forest, field, or garden,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ask no leave or pardon,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till winter comes with icy thumbs</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To ruffle up our wing!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Well—tell! Where should I fly to,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where go to sleep in the dark wood or dell?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Before a day was over,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Home comes the rover.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For mother's kiss—sweeter this</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than any other thing.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>William Allingham.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Burial_of_Sir_John_Moore_at_Corunna" id="The_Burial_of_Sir_John_Moore_at_Corunna"></a>The Burial of Sir John Moore at Corunna</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As his corse to the rampart we hurried;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O'er the grave where our hero we buried.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We buried him darkly at dead of night,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sods with our bayonets turning;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By struggling moonbeam's misty light,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the lantern dimly burning.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No useless coffin enclosed his breast,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With his martial cloak around him.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Few and short were the prayers we said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And we spoke not a word of sorrow;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And we bitterly thought of the morrow.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And smoothed down his lonely pillow,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And we far away on the billow!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190"></a></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But little he'll reck; if they let him sleep on</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the grave where a Briton has laid him.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But half of our heavy task was done,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the clock tolled the hour for retiring;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And we heard the distant and random gun</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That the foe was sullenly firing.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Slowly and sadly we laid him down.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From the field of his fame fresh and gory;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But we left him alone with his glory!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Charles Wolfe.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="How_Many_Seconds_in_a_Minute" id="How_Many_Seconds_in_a_Minute"></a>How Many Seconds in a Minute?</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>How many seconds in a minute?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sixty, and no more in it.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How many minutes in an hour?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sixty for sun and shower.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How many hours in a day?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Twenty-four for work and play.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How many days in a week?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Seven both to hear and speak.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How many weeks in a month?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Four, as the swift moon runn'th.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How many months in a year?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Twelve, the almanack makes clear.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How many years in an age?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>One hundred, says the sage.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How many ages in time?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No one knows the rhyme.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Christina G. Rossetti.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="To-day2" id="To-day2"></a>To-day</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Here hath been dawning another blue day:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Think, wilt thou let it slip useless away?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Out of Eternity this new day was born;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Into Eternity, at night, will return.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Behold it aforetime no eye ever did;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So soon it forever from all eyes is hid.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Here hath been dawning another blue day:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Think, wilt thou let it slip useless away?</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Thomas Carlyle.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Wind_and_the_Moon" id="The_Wind_and_the_Moon"></a>The Wind and the Moon</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Said the Wind to the Moon, "I will blow you out.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">You stare</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">In the air</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Like a ghost in a chair,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Always looking what I am about;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I hate to be watched—I will blow you out."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Wind blew hard, and out went the Moon.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">So deep,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">On a heap</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of clouds, to sleep,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Down lay the Wind, and slumbered soon—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Muttering low, "I've done for that Moon."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He turned in his bed; she was there again!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">On high</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">In the sky</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">With her one clear eye,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Moon shone white and alive and plain.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Said the Wind—"I will blow you out again."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191"></a>The Wind blew hard, and the Moon grew dim.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">"With my sledge</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">And my wedge</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">I have knocked off her edge!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If only I blow right fierce and grim,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The creature will soon be dimmer than dim."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He blew and blew, and she thinned to a thread.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">"One puff</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">More's enough</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">To blow her to snuff!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>One good puff more where the last was bred,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And glimmer, glimmer, glum will go the thread!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He blew a great blast, and the thread was gone;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">In the air</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Nowhere</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Was a moonbeam bare;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Far off and harmless the shy stars shone;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sure and certain the Moon was gone.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Wind, he took to his revels once more;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">On down</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">In town,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Like a merry-mad clown,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He leaped and halloed with whistle and roar,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"What's that?" The glimmering thread once more!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He flew in a rage—he danced and blew;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">But in vain</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Was the pain</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of his bursting brain;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For still the broader the Moon-scrap grew,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The broader he swelled his big cheeks and blew.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Slowly she grew—till she filled the night,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">And shone</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">On her throne</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">In the sky alone,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A matchless, wonderful, silvery light,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Radiant and lovely, the Queen of the Night.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Said the Wind—"What a marvel of power am I!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">With my breath,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Good faith!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">I blew her to death—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>First blew her away right out of the sky—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then blew her in; what a strength have I!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But the Moon, she knew nothing about the affair,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">For, high</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 4em;">In the sky,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">With her one white eye</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Motionless, miles above the air,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She had never heard the great Wind blare.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>George Macdonald.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Little_Plant" id="The_Little_Plant"></a>The Little Plant</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>In the heart of a seed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Buried deep, so deep,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A dear little plant</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lay fast asleep!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Wake!" said the sunshine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And creep to the light!"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Wake!" said the voice</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of the raindrop bright.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The little plant heard</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And it rose to see</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What the wonderful</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Outside world might be.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Kate L. Brown.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Paul_Reveres_Ride" id="Paul_Reveres_Ride"></a>Paul Revere's Ride</h2> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192"></a>Listen, my children, and you shall hear</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hardly a man is now alive</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who remembers that famous day and year.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He said to his friend, "If the British march</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By land or sea from the town tonight,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of the North Church tower, as a signal light,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>One, if by land, and two, if by sea;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I on the opposite shore will be,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ready to ride and spread the alarm</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Through every Middlesex village and farm,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For the country folk to be up and to arm."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then he said, "Good-night"; and with muffled oar</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Just as the moon rose over the bay,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where, swinging wide at her moorings, lay</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Somerset, British man-of-war,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A phantom ship, with each mast and spar</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Across the moon like a prison bar,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And a huge black hulk, that was magnified</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By its own reflection in the tide.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Meanwhile, his friend through alley and street</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wanders and watches with eager ears,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till, in the silence around him, he hears</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">The muster of men at the barrack door,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the measured tread of the grenadiers</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Marching down to their boats on the shore.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then he climbed to the tower of the old North Church,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To the belfry chamber overhead,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And startled the pigeons from their perch</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On the sombre rafters, that round him made</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Masses and moving shapes of shade;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To the highest window in the wall,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where he paused to listen, and look down</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A moment on the roofs of the town,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the moonlight flowing over all.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In their night encampment on the hill,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wrapped in silence so deep and still</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The watchful night wind, as it went,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Creeping along from tent to tent,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And seeming to whisper, "All is well!"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A moment only he feels the spell</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of the place and hour, and the secret dread</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of the lonely belfry and the dead,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For suddenly all his thoughts are bent</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On a shadowy something far away,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where the river widens to meet the bay,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A line of black, that bends and floats</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now he patted his horse's side,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now gazed on the landscape far and near,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then impetuous stamped the earth,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And turned and tightened his saddle girth;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But mostly he watched with eager search</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The belfry tower of the old North Church,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As it rose above the graves on the hill,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lonely and spectral, and sombre and still.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A glimmer, and then a gleam of light!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A second lamp in the belfry burns.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A harry of hoofs in a village street,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And beneath from the pebbles, in passing, a spark</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The fate of a nation was riding that night;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Kindled the land into flame with its heat.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He has left the village and mounted the steep,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And under the alders, that skirt its edge,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It was twelve by the village clock</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When he crossed the bridge into Medford town.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He heard the crowing of the cock,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the barking of the farmer's dog,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And felt the damp of the river fog,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That rises after the sun goes down.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It was one by the village clock</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When he galloped into Lexington,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He saw the gilded weathercock</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Swim in the moonlight as he passed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the meeting house windows, blank and bare,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gaze at him with a spectral glare</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As if they already stood aghast</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">At the bloody work they would look upon.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It was two by the village clock</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When he came to the bridge in Concord town.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He heard the bleating of the flock,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the twittering of birds among the trees,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And felt the breath of the morning breeze</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Blowing over the meadows brown.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And one was safe and asleep in his bed</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who at the bridge would be first to fall,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who that day would be lying dead,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pierced by a British musket ball.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194"></a>You know the rest. In the books you have read</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How the British regulars fired and fled—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How the farmers gave them ball for ball,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From behind each fence and farmyard wall,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Chasing the red coats down the lane,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then crossing the fields to emerge again</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Under the trees at the turn of the road,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And only pausing to fire and load.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So through the night rode Paul Revere;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And so through the night went his cry of alarm</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To every Middlesex village and farm—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A cry of defiance, and not of fear—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And a word that shall echo forever-more;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For borne on the night wind of the past,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Through all our history to the last,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In the hour of darkness and peril and need,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The people will waken and listen to hear</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The hurrying hoof beats of that steed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the midnight message of Paul Revere.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Henry W. Longfellow.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="In_Flanders_Fields" id="In_Flanders_Fields"></a>In Flanders Fields</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>In Flanders fields the poppies grow</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Between the crosses, row on row,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That mark our place; and in the sky</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The larks, still bravely singing, fly,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Scarce heard amid the guns below.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We are the dead. Short days ago</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Loved and were loved; and now we lie</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">In Flanders fields.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Take up our quarrel with the foe!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To you, from failing hands, we throw</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The torch. Be yours to hold it high!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>If ye break faith with us who die,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We shall not sleep, though poppies blow</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">In Flanders fields.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>John McCrae.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="In_Flanders_Fields_An_Answer" id="In_Flanders_Fields_An_Answer"></a>In Flanders Fields: An Answer</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>In Flanders fields the cannon boom</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And fitful flashes light the gloom,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>While up above, like eagles, fly</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The fierce destroyers of the sky;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With stains the earth wherein you lie</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Is redder than the poppy bloom,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">In Flanders fields.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sleep on, ye brave. The shrieking shell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The quaking trench, the startled yell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The fury of the battle hell</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shall wake you not; for all is well.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sleep peacefully; for all is well.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Your flaming torch aloft we bear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With burning heart an oath we swear</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To keep the faith, to fight it through,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To crush the foe, or sleep with you</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">In Flanders fields.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>C.B. Galbreath.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Little_Boy_Blue" id="Little_Boy_Blue"></a>Little Boy Blue</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>The little toy dog is covered with dust,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But sturdy and stanch he stands;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the little toy soldier is red with rust,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And his musket moulds in his hands.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Time was when the little toy dog was new</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the soldier was passing fair,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Kissed them and put them there.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195"></a>"Now, don't you go till I come," he said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And don't you make any noise!"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So toddling off to his trundle-bed</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He dreamt of the pretty toys.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And as he was dreaming, an angel song</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Awakened our Little Boy Blue,—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, the years are many, the years are long,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But the little toy friends are true.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Each in the same old place,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Awaiting the touch of a little hand,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The smile of a little face.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And they wonder, as waiting these long years through,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the dust of that little chair,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>What has become of our little Boy Blue</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Since he kissed them and put them there.</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Eugene Field.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Thanatopsis" id="Thanatopsis"></a>Thanatopsis</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>To him who in the love of Nature holds</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Communion with her visible forms, she speaks</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A various language; for his gayer hours</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She has a voice of gladness, and a smile</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And eloquence of beauty, and she glides</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Into his darker musings with a mild</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And healing sympathy, that steals away</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of the last bitter hoar come like a blight</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Over thy spirit, and sad images</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Go forth, under the open sky, and list</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To Nature's teachings, while from all around—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Earth and her waters, and the depths of air,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Comes a still voice—Yet a few days, and thee</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The all-beholding sun shall see no more</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where thy pale form was laid with many tears.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, lost each human trace, surrendering up</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thine individual being, shalt thou go</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To mix forever with the elements,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To be a brother to the insensible rock</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yet not to thine eternal resting-place</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shalt thou retire alone—nor couldst thou wish</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With patriarchs of the infant world—with kings.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The powerful of the earth—the wise, the good,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun,—the vales</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Stretching in pensive quietness between;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The venerable woods—rivers that move</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In majesty, and the complaining brooks</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196"></a>That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Are but the solemn decorations all</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Are shining on the sad abodes of death,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The globe are but a handful to the tribes</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or lose thyself in the continuous woods</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Save his own dashings—yet, the dead are there;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And millions in those solitudes, since first</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The flight of years began, have laid them down</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In their last sleep—the dead reign there alone.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In silence from the living, and no friend</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Take note of thy departure? All that breathe</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Plod on, and each one as before will chase</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Their mirth and their employments, and shall come</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And make their bed with thee. As the long train</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of ages glide away, the sons of men,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In the full strength of years, matron, and maid,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the sweet babe, and the gray-headed man,—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shall one by one be gathered to thy side,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By those who in their turn shall follow them.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So live, that when thy summons comes to join</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The innumerable caravan which moves</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>His chamber in the silent halls of death,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>William Cullen Bryant.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_First_Settlers_Story" id="The_First_Settlers_Story"></a>The First Settler's Story</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Nature, who moved in first—a good long while—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Has things already somewhat her own style,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And she don't want her woodland splendors battered,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her rustic furniture broke up and scattered,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her paintings, which long years ago were done</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By that old splendid artist-king, the sun,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197"></a>Torn down and dragged in civilization's gutter,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or sold to purchase settlers' bread and butter.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She don't want things exposed from porch to closet,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And so she kind o' nags the man who does it.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She carries in her pockets bags of seeds,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As general agent of the thriftiest weeds;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She sends her blackbirds, in the early morn,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To superintend his fields of planted corn;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She gives him rain past any duck's desire—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then maybe several weeks of quiet fire;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She sails mosquitoes—leeches perched on wings—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To poison him with blood-devouring stings;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She loves her ague-muscle to display,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And shake him up—say every other day;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With, thoughtful, conscientious care she makes</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Those travelin' poison-bottles, rattlesnakes;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She finds time, 'mongst her other family cares,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To keep in stock good wild-cats, wolves, and bears.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Well, when I first infested this retreat,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Things to my view looked frightful incomplete;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I had come with heart-thrift in my song,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And brought my wife and plunder right along;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I hadn't a round trip ticket to go back,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And if I had there wasn't no railroad track;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And drivin' East was what I couldn't endure:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I hadn't started on a circular tour.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My girl-wife was as brave as she was good,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And helped me every blessed way she could;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She seemed to take to every rough old tree,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As sing'lar as when first she took to me.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She kep' our little log-house neat as wax,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And once I caught her fooling with my axe.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She learned a hundred masculine things to do:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She aimed a shot-gun pretty middlin' true,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Although in spite of my express desire,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She always shut her eyes before she'd fire.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She hadn't the muscle (though she <i>had</i> the heart)</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In out-door work to take an active part;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Though in our firm of Duty and Endeavor</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She wasn't no silent partner whatsoever.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When I was logging, burning, choppin' wood,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She'd linger round and help me all she could,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And keep me fresh-ambitious all the while,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And lifted tons just with her voice and smile.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With no desire my glory for to rob,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She used to stan' around and boss the job;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when first-class success my hands befell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Would proudly say, "<i>We</i> did that pretty well!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She <i>was</i> delicious, both to hear and see—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198"></a>That pretty wife-girl that kep' house for me.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Well, neighborhoods meant counties in those days;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The roads didn't have accommodating ways;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And maybe weeks would pass before she'd see—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And much less talk with—any one but me.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Indians sometimes showed their sun-baked faces,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But they didn't teem with conversational graces;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Some ideas from the birds and trees she stole,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But 'twasn't like talking with a human soul;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And finally I thought that I could trace</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A half heart-hunger peering from her face.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then she would drive it back and shut the door;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of course that only made me see it more.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Twas hard to see her give her life to mine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Making a steady effort not to pine;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Twas hard to hear that laugh bloom out each minute,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And recognize the seeds of sorrow in it.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No misery makes a close observer mourn</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like hopeless grief with hopeful courage borne;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There's nothing sets the sympathies to paining</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like a complaining woman uncomplaining.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It always draws my breath out into sighs</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To see a brave look in a woman's eyes.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Well, she went on, as plucky as could be,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Fighting the foe she thought I did not see,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And using her heart-horticultural powers</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To turn that forest to a bed of flowers.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You cannot check an unadmitted sigh,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And so I had to soothe her on the sly,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And secretly to help her draw her load;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And soon it came to be an up-hill road.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hard work bears hard upon the average pulse,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Even with satisfactory results;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But when effects are scarce, the heavy strain</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Falls dead and solid on the heart and brain.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when we're bothered, it will oft occur</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We seek blame-timber; and I lit on her;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And looked at her with daily lessening favor,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For what I knew she couldn't help, to save her.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Discord, when he once had called and seen us,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Came round quite often, and edged in between us.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>One night, when I came home unusual late,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Too hungry and too tired to feel first-rate,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Her supper struck me wrong (though I'll allow</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She hadn't much to strike with, anyhow);</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when I went to milk the cows, and found</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>They'd wandered from their usual feeding ground,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And maybe'd left a few long miles behind 'em,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Which I must copy, if I meant to find 'em,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199"></a>Flash-quick the stay-chains of my temper broke,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And in a, trice these hot words I had spoke:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"You ought to've kept the animals in view,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And drove 'em in; you'd nothing else to do.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The heft of all our life on me must fall;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You just lie round and let me do it all."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That speech—it hadn't been gone a half a minute</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Before I saw the cold black poison in it;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I'd have given all I had, and more,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To've only safely got it back in-door.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'm now what most folks "well-to-do" would call</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I feel to-day as if I'd give it all,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Provided I through fifty years might reach</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And kill and bury that half-minute speech.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She handed back no words, as I could hear;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She didn't frown; she didn't shed a tear;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Half proud, half crushed, she stood and looked me o'er,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like some one she had never seen before!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But such a sudden anguish-lit surprise</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I never viewed before in human eyes.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>(I've seen it oft enough since in a dream;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It sometimes wakes me like a midnight scream.)</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Next morning, when, stone-faced, but heavy-hearted,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With dinner pail and sharpened axe I started</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Away for my day's work—she watched the door.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And followed me half way to it or more;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And I was just a-turning round at this,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And asking for my usual good-by kiss;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But on her lip I saw a proudish curve,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And in her eye a shadow of reserve;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And she had shown—perhaps half unawares—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Some little independent breakfast airs;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And so the usual parting didn't occur,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Although her eyes invited me to her!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Or rather half invited me, for she</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Didn't advertise to furnish kisses free;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You always had—that is, I had—to pay</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Full market price, and go more'n half the way.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So, with a short "Good-by," I shut the door,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And left her as I never had before.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But when at noon my lunch I came to eat.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Put up by her so delicately neat—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Choicer, somewhat, than yesterday's had been,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And some fresh, sweet-eyed pansies she'd put in—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Tender and pleasant thoughts," I knew they meant—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It seemed as if her kiss with me she'd sent;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then I became once more her humble lover,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And said, "To-night I'll ask forgiveness of her."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I went home over-early on that eve,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Having contrived to make myself believe,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>By various signs I kind o' knew and guessed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A thunder-storm was coming from the west.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>('Tis strange, when one sly reason fills the heart,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How many honest ones will take its part:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200"></a>A dozen first-class reasons said 'twas right</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That I should strike home early on that night.)</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Half out of breath, the cabin door I swung,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With tender heart-words trembling on my tongue;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But all within looked desolate and bare:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My house had lost its soul,—she was not there!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A penciled note was on the table spread,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And these are something like the words it said:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"The cows have strayed away again, I fear;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I watched them pretty close; don't scold me, dear.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And where they are, I think I nearly know:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I heard the bell not very long ago....</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I've hunted for them all the afternoon;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'll try once more—I think I'll find them soon.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Dear, if a burden I have been to you,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And haven't helped you as I ought to do.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Let old-time memories my forgiveness plead;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I've tried to do my best—I have indeed.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Darling, piece out with love the strength I lack,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And have kind words for me when I get back."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Scarce did I give this letter sight and tongue—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Some swift-blown rain-drops to the window clung,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And from the clouds a rough, deep growl proceeded:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My thunder-storm had come, now 'twasn't needed.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I rushed out-door. The air was stained with black:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Night had come early, on the storm-cloud's back:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And everything kept dimming to the sight,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Save when the clouds threw their electric light;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When for a flash, so clean-cut was the view,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'd think I saw her—knowing 'twas not true.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Through my small clearing dashed wide sheets of spray,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>As if the ocean waves had lost their way;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Scarcely a pause the thunder-battle made,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In the bold clamor of its cannonade.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And she, while I was sheltered, dry, and warm,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Was somewhere in the clutches of this storm!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She who, when storm-frights found her at her best,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Had always hid her white face on my breast!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My dog, who'd skirmished round me all the day,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now crouched and whimpering, in a corner lay;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I dragged him by the collar to the wall,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I pressed his quivering muzzle to a shawl—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Track her, old boy!" I shouted; and he whined,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Matched eyes with me, as if to read my mind,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then with a yell went tearing through the wood,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I followed him, as faithful as I could.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No pleasure-trip was that, through flood and flame;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201"></a>We raced with death: we hunted noble game.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All night we dragged the woods without avail;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The ground got drenched—we could not keep the trail,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Three times again my cabin home I found,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Half hoping she might be there, safe and sound;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But each time 'twas an unavailing care:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My house had lost its soul; she was not there!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When, climbing—the wet trees, next morning-sun.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Laughed at the ruin that the night had done,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bleeding and drenched, by toil and sorrow bent,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Back to what used to be my home I went.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But as I neared our little clearing-ground—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Listen!—I heard the cow-bell's tinkling sound.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The cabin door was just a bit ajar;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It gleamed upon my glad eyes like a star,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Brave heart," I said, "for such a fragile form!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She made them guide her homeward through the storm!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Such pangs of joy I never felt before.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"You've come!" I shouted and rushed through the door.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yes, she had come—and gone again. She lay</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>With all her young life crushed and wrenched away—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lay, the heart-ruins of oar home among,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Not far from where I killed her with my tongue.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The rain-drops glittered 'mid her hair's long strands,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The forest thorns had torn her feet and hands,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And 'midst the tears—brave tears—that one could trace</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Upon the pale but sweetly resolute face,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I once again the mournful words could read,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I have tried to do my best—I have, indeed."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And now I'm mostly done; my story's o'er;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Part of it never breathed the air before.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Tisn't over-usual, it must be allowed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To volunteer heart-history to a crowd,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And scatter 'mongst them confidential tears,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But you'll protect an old man with his years;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And wheresoe'er this story's voice can reach,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>This is the sermon I would have it preach:</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Boys flying kites haul in their white-winged birds:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You can't do that way when you're flying words.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Careful with fire," is good advice we know:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Careful with words," is ten times doubly so.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thoughts unexpressed may sometimes fall back dead,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But God himself can't kill them when they're said!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yon have my life-grief: do not think a minute</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Twas told to take up time. There's business in it.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It sheds advice: whoe'er will take and live it,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Is welcome to the pain it cost to give it.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Will Carleton.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Seein_Things" id="Seein_Things"></a>Seein' Things</h2> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202"></a>I ain't afeard uv snakes, or toads, or bugs, or worms, or mice,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' things 'at girls are skeered uv I think are awful nice!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'm pretty brave, I guess; an' yet I hate to go to bed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For, when I'm tucked up warm an' snug an' when my prayers are said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Mother tells me "Happy dreams!" and takes away the light,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' leaves me lying all alone an' seein' things at night!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sometimes they're in the corner, sometimes they're by the door,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sometimes they're all a-standin' in the middle uv the floor;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sometimes they are a-sittin' down, sometimes they're walkin' round</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So softly an' so creepylike they never make a sound!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sometimes they are as black as ink, an' other times they're white—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But the color ain't no difference when you see things at night!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Once, when I licked a feller 'at had just moved on our street,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' father sent me up to bed without a bite to eat,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I woke up in the dark an' saw things standin' in a row,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A-lookin' at me cross-eyed an' p'intin' at me—so!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, my! I was so skeered that time I never slep' a mite—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>It's almost alluz when I'm bad I see things at night!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Lucky thing I ain't a girl, or I'd be skeered to death!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bein' I'm a boy, I duck my head an' hold my breath;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' I am, oh! so sorry I'm a naughty boy, an' then</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I promise to be better an' I say my prayers again!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Gran'ma tells me that's the only way to make it right</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When a feller has been wicked an' sees things at night!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' so, when other naughty boys would coax me into sin,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I try to skwush the Tempter's voice 'at urges me within;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' when they's pie for supper, or cakes 'at's big an' nice,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I want to—but I do not pass my plate f'r them things twice!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No, ruther let Starvation wipe me slowly out o' sight</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Than I should keep a-livin' on an' seein' things at night!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>Eugene Field.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Raggedy_Man" id="The_Raggedy_Man"></a>The Raggedy Man</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh, The Raggedy Man! He works fer Pa;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' he's the goodest man ever you saw!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He comes to our house every day,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' waters the horses, an' feeds 'em hay;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' he opens the shed—an' we all ist laugh</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When he drives out our little old wobblely calf;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' nen—ef our hired girl says he can—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He milks the cows fer 'Lizabuth Ann.—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ain't he a' awful good Raggedy Man?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>W'y, The Raggedy Man—he's ist so good,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He splits the kindlin' an' chops the wood;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' nen he spades in our garden, too,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' does most things 'at <i>boys</i> can't do.—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203"></a>He clumbed clean up in our big tree</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' shocked a' apple down fer me—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' 'nother 'n', too, fer 'Lizabuth Ann—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' 'nother 'n', too, fer The Raggedy Man.—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ain't he a' awful kind Raggedy Man?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' The Raggedy Man one time say he</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Pick' roast' rambos from a' orchard-tree,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' et 'em—all ist roas' an' hot!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' it's so, too!—'cause a corn-crib got</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Afire one time an' all burn' down</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On "The Smoot Farm," 'bout four mile from town—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On "The Smoot Farm"! Yes—an' the hired han'</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'At worked there nen 'uz The Raggedy Man!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ain't he the beanin'est Raggedy Man?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Raggedy Man's so good an' kind</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He'll be our "horsey," an' "Haw" an' mind</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ever'thing 'at you make him do—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' won't run off—'less you want him to!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I drived him wunst 'way down our lane</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' he got skeered, when it 'menced to rain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' ist rared up an' squealed and run</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Purt' nigh away!—An' it's all in fun!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nen he skeered ag'in at a' old tin can.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whoa! y' old runaway Raggedy Man!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' The Raggedy Man, he knows most rhymes,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' tells 'em, ef I be good, sometimes:</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Knows 'bout Giants, an' Griffuns, an' Elves,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' the Squidgicum-Squees 'at swallers the'rselves!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An', wite by the pump la our pasture-lot,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He showed me the hole 'at the Wunks is got,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'At lives 'way deep in the ground, an' can</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Turn into me, er 'Lizabuth Ann!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Er Ma, er Pa, er The Raggedy Man!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ain't he a funny old Raggedy Man?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' wunst when The Raggedy Man come late,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' pigs ist root' thue the garden-gate,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He 'tend like the pigs 'uz bears an' said,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Old Bear-shooter'll shoot 'em dead!"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' race' an' chase' em, an' they'd ist run</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When he pint his hoe at 'em like it's a gun</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' go "Bang!-Bang!" nen 'tend he stan'</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' load up his gun ag'in! Raggedy Man!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He's an old Bear-Shooter Raggedy Man!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' sometimes The Raggedy Man lets on</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We're little prince-children, an' old king's gone</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To get more money, an' lef us there—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Robbers is ist thick ever'where;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' nen-ef we all won't cry, fer shore—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Raggedy Man he'll come and "splore</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Castul-halls," an' steal the "gold"—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And steal us, too, an' grab an' hold</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' pack us off to his old "Cave"!-An'</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Haymow's the "Cave" o' The Raggedy Man!—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204"></a>The Raggedy Man—one time, when he</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Wuz makin' a little bow-'n'-orry fer me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Says "When you're big like your Pa is,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Air you go' to keep a fine store like his—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' be a rich merchunt—an' wear fine clothes?—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Er what air you go' to be, goodness knows?"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' nen he laughed at 'Lizabuth Ann,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>An' I says "'M go' to be a Raggedy Man!—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'm ist go' to be a nice Raggedy Man!"</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>James Whitcomb Riley.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Maud_Muller" id="Maud_Muller"></a>Maud Muller</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>Maud Muller, on a summer's day,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Raked the meadow sweet with hay.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of simple beauty and rustic health.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Singing, she wrought, and her merry glee</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The mock-bird echoed from his tree.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But when she glanced to the far-off town,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>White from its hill-slope looking down,</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The sweet song died, and a vague unrest</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And a nameless longing filled her breast,—</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A wish, that she hardly dared to own,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For something better than she had known.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Judge rode slowly down the lane,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Smoothing his horse's chestnut mane.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He drew his bridle in the shade</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of the apple-trees, to greet the maid,</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And asked a draught from the spring that flowed</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Through the meadow across the road.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She stooped where the cool spring bubbled up,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And filled for him her small tin cup,</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And blushed as she gave it, looking down</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On her feet so bare, and her tattered gown.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Thanks!" said the Judge; "a sweeter draught</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>From a fairer hand was never quaffed."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He spoke of the grass and flowers and trees,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Of the singing birds and the humming' bees;</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then talked of the haying, and wondered whether</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The cloud in the west would bring foul weather.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Maud forgot her brier-torn gown,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And her graceful ankles bare and brown;</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And listened, while a pleased surprise</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Looked from her long-lashed hazel eyes.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>At last, like one who for delay</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Seeks a vain excuse, he rode away.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Maud Muller looked and sighed: "Ah, me!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That I the Judge's bride might be!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"He would dress me up in silks so fine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And praise and toast me at his wine.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"My father should wear a broadcloth coat;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>My brother should sail a painted boat.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I'd dress my mother, so grand and gay,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the baby should have a new toy each day.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205"></a>"And I'd feed the hungry and clothe the poor,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And all should bless me who left our door."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Judge looked back as he climbed the hill,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And saw Maud Muller standing still.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"A form more fair, a face more sweet.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ne'er hath it been my lot to meet,</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"And her modest answer and graceful air</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Show her wise and good as she is fair.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Would she were mine, and I to-day,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Like her, a harvester of hay:</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"No doubtful balance of rights and, wrongs</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nor weary lawyers with endless tongues,</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"But low of cattle and song of birds,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And health and quiet and loving words."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But he thought of his sisters proud and cold,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And his mother vain of her rank and gold.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>So, closing his heart, the Judge rode on,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And Maud was left in the field alone.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But the lawyers smiled that afternoon,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When he hummed in court an old love-tune;</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the young girl mused beside the well</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Till the rain on the unraked clover fell.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He wedded a wife of richest dower,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who lived for fashion, as he for power.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yet oft, in his marble hearth's bright glow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He watched a picture come and go;</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And sweet Maud Muller's hazel eyes</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Looked out in their innocent surprise.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oft, when the wine in his glass was red,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>He longed for the wayside well instead;</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And closed his eyes on his garnished rooms</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>To dream of meadows and clover-blooms.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the proud man sighed, with a secret pain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Ah, that I were free again!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Free as when I rode that day,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Where the barefoot maiden raked her hay."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She wedded a man unlearned and poor,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And many children played round her door.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But care and sorrow, and childbirth pain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Left their traces on heart and brain.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And oft, when the summer sun shone hot</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>On the new-mown hay in the meadow lot,</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And she heard the little spring brook fall</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Over the roadside, through the wall,</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In the shade of the apple-tree again</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She saw a rider draw his rein.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, gazing down with timid grace,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She felt his pleased eyes read her face.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sometimes her narrow kitchen walls</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Stretched away into stately halls;</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The weary wheel to a spinnet turned,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The tallow candle an astral burned,</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And for him who sat by the chimney lug,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Dozing and grumbling o'er pipe and mug,</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206"></a>A manly form at her side she saw,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And joy was duty and love was law.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Then she took up her burden of life again,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Saying only, "It might have been."</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Alas for maiden, alas for Judge,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For rich repiner and household drudge!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>God pity them both! and pity us all,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Who vainly the dreams of youth recall.</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For of all sad words of tongue or pen,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The saddest are these: "It might have been!"</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ah, well! for us all some sweet hope lies</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Deeply buried from human eyes;</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And, in the hereafter, angels may</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Roll the stone from its grave away!</td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'><i>John G. Whittier.</i></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Sister_and_I" id="Sister_and_I"></a>Sister and I</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>We were hunting for wintergreen berries,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">One May-day, long gone by,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Out on the rocky cliff's edge,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little sister and I.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sister had hair like the sunbeams;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Black as a crow's wing, mine;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sister had blue, dove's eyes;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wicked, black eyes are mine.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Why, see how my eyes are faded—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And my hair, it is white as snow!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And thin, too! don't you see it is?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I tear it sometimes; so!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There, don't hold my hands, Maggie,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I don't feel like tearing it now;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But—where was I in my story?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, I was telling you how</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We were looking for wintergreen berries;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Twas one bright morning in May,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And the moss-grown rocks were slippery</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With the rains of yesterday.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But I was cross that morning,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though the sun shone ever so bright—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when sister found the most berries,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I was angry enough to fight!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And when she laughed at my pouting—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">We were little things, you know—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I clinched my little fist up tight,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And struck her the biggest blow!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I struck her—I tell you—I struck her,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And she fell right over below—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>There, there, Maggie, I won't rave now;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">You needn't hold me so—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She went right over, I tell you,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Down, down to the depths below!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>'Tis deep and dark and horrid</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">There where the waters flow!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>She fell right over, moaning,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Bessie, oh, Bessie!" so sad,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That, when I looked down affrighted,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">It drove me <i>mad—mad</i>!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Only her golden hair streaming</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Out on the rippling wave,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Only her little hand reaching</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Up, for someone to save;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And she sank down in the darkness,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I never saw her again,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>And this is a chaos of blackness</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And darkness and grief since then.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No more playing together</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Down on the pebbly strand;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nor building our dolls stone castles</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With halls and parlors grand;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No more fishing with bent pins,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the little brook's clear waves;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No more holding funerals</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O'er dead canaries' graves;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No more walking together</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To the log schoolhouse each morn;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No more vexing the master</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With putting his rules to scorn;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No more feeding of white lambs</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With milk from the foaming pail;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No more playing "see-saw"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Over the fence of rail;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No more telling of stories<a name="Page_207" id="Page_207"></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">After we've gone to bed;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nor talking of ghosts and goblins</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till we fairly shiver with dread;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No more whispering fearfully</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And hugging each other tight,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>When the shutters shake and the dogs howl</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the middle of the night;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>No more saying "Our Father,"</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Kneeling by mother's knee—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For, Maggie, I<i> struck</i> sister!</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And mother is dead, you see.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Maggie, sister's an angel,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Isn't she? Isn't it true?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>For angels have golden tresses</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And eyes like sister's, blue?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now <i>my</i> hair isn't golden,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">My eyes aren't blue, you see—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now tell me, Maggie, if I were to die,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Could they make an angel of me?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You say, "Oh, yes"; you think so?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Well, then, when I come to die,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>We'll play up there, in God's garden—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">We'll play there, sister and I.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now, Maggie, you needn't eye me</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because I'm talking so queer;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Because I'm talking so strangely;</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">You needn't have the least fear,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Somehow I'm feeling to-night, Maggie,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As I never felt before—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I'm sure, I'm sure of it, Maggie,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I never shall rave any more.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Maggie, you know how these long years</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I've heard her calling, so sad,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Bessie, oh, Bessie!" so mournful?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">It always drives me <i>mad</i>!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How the winter wind shrieks down the chimney,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Bessie, oh, Bessie!" oh! oh!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How the south wind wails at the casement,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Bessie, oh, Bessie!" so low,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>But most of all when the May-days</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come back, with the flowers and the sun,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How the night-bird, singing, all lonely,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Bessie, oh, Bessie!" doth moan;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>You know how it sets me raving—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For <i>she</i> moaned, "<i>Oh, Bessie!</i>" just so,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>That time I <i>struck</i> little sister,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On the May-day long ago!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now, Maggie, I've something to tell you—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">You know May-day is here—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Well, this very morning, at sunrise,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The robins chirped "Bessie!" so clear—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All day long the wee birds singing,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Perched on the garden wall,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Called "Bessie, oh, Bessie!" so sweetly,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I couldn't feel sorry at all.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Now, Maggie, I've something to tell you—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let me lean up to you close—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Do you see how the sunset has flooded</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The heavens with yellow and rose?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Do you see o'er the gilded cloud mountains</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sister's golden hair streaming out?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Do you see her little hand beckoning?</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Do you hear her little voice calling out</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Bessie, oh, Bessie!" so gladly,</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Bessie, oh, Bessie! 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