He sat at his door, one midsummer night, After the sun had sunk in the west, And the lingering beams of golden light Made his kindly old face look warm and bright, While the odorous night-wind whispered, "Rest!" Gently, gently, he bowed his head There were angels waiting for him, I know, He was sure of happiness, living or dead, This jolly old pedagogue, long ago! GEORGE ARNOLD. BALLAD OF EARL HALDAN'S DAUGHTER It was Earl Haldan's daughter, She looked across the sea; She looked across the water; And long and loud laughed she: "The locks of six princesses, Must be my marriage fee, So, hey, bonny boat, and ho, bonny boat! It was Earl Haldan's daughter, When she was aware of a knight so fair, Came sailing to the land. His sails were all of velvet, His masts of beaten gold, And "Hey, bonny boat, and ho, bonny boat! Who saileth here so bold?” "The locks of five princesses, But one of all the tale; So, hey, bonny boat, and ho, bonny boat! He leapt into the water, That rover, young and bold; "Go weep, go weep, proud maiden, The tale is full to-day. Now, hey, bonny boat, and ho, bonny boat! Sail Westward ho! away!" CHARLES KINGSLEY. THE CHILDREN'S HOUR BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The sound of a door that is opened, From my study I see in the lamplight, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, A whisper, and then a silence : A sudden rush from the stairway, By three doors left unguarded They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere. They almost devour me with kisses, Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti, I have you fast in my fortress, And there I will keep you forever, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in dust away! HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. THE MOUNTAIN AND THE SQUIRREL THE mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel, And the former called the latter "Little Prig." Bunn replied: "You are doubtless very big, But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together To make up a year And a sphere; And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not as large as you, You are not so small as I, I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track. Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; Neither can you crack a nut.” RALPH WALDO EMERSON. |