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As one does the old clock on the stair,-
But it's plain that papa
Thus when shadows come stealing anear,
And will nibble my ears,
Will nibble and bite
Dear little papa!
If, mildly hinting, I quietly say that
That my face has “prickles"
My mustache tickles. If storming their camp, I seize a pert shaver, And take as a right what was asked as a favor,
It is, “O papa,
How horrid you are-
But though the rebels protest and pout,
They love papa.
And down in the heart that no one sees,
I too love mamma,
CHARLES HENRY WEBB,
A TROOP of babes in summer land,
At heaven's gate—the children's gate :
Then turns and dimpling, asks her mate
“What was the last thing that you saw ?"
“I lay and watched the dawn begin, And suddenly, thro’ the thatch of straw,
A great, clear morning star laughed in.”
?" A floating thistle down, Against June sky and cloud wings white." “ And you:
1?” “A falling blow, a frownIt frights me yet; oh, clasp me tight !"
And you ?” · A face thro' tears that smiled”
The trembling lips could speak no more ;
Was homesick even at heaven's door.
EDWARD ROWLAND SILL.
OVER the monstrous shambling sea,
Over the Caliban sea,
Thy Prospero I'll be.
Over the humped and fishy sea,
Over the Caliban sea,
And do a grace for me.
Over the huge and huddling sea,
Over the Caliban sea, Bring hither my
nio,-Man,— My injurer: night breaks the ban;
TO A WATER
dew, While glow
the heavens with
“ SEEK'ST THOU THE PLASHY BRINK OF WEEDY the last steps
LAKE.' of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue
Thy solitary way?
Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly seen against the crimson sky,
Thy figure foats along.
Seek'st thou the plashy brink
On the chafed ocean side ?
There is a Power whose care
Lone wandering, but not lost.
All day thy wings have fann'd,
Though the dark night is near.
An soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend
Soon o'er thy shelter'd nest.
gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallow'd up thy form; yet, on my heart, Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given,
And shall not soon depart.