5 WILL AND I PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE This fine poem was written by Paul Hamilton Hayne, a gifted Southern poet, who was born at Charleston, South Carolina, in 1831, and who died near Augusta, Georgia, in 1886. a poet of much ability. 'Will," in the poem, was Mr. Hayne's son. He was To read the poem, you must see these two, the father and son, tramping joyously over the hills "in the golden summer weather." See and hear the four things named in the second stanza, giving each a moment's thought. In stanza 3, see the pair as, in "forest closes" (klōz'ěs), which are open spaces in a thick forest, they gather flowers and make wreaths for little Will's beloved mother. WILL AND I 1 We roam the hills together, And the glowing sunbeams bless us, Through the blissful summer land, 5 2 Where the tinkling brooklet passes Have heard the mock-bird singing, 3 Amid cool forest closes We have plucked the wild wood roses, And have twined, with tender duty, 4 Ah! thus we roam together, Through the golden summer weather, While the glowing sunbeams bless us, 5 10 15 QUESTIONS AND SUGGESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION 1. Who wrote this poem? was Will"? 66 2. What time of the 66 Who 4. What are forest closes "? year What did they do there? Can you see them? was it? In what kind of 5. Explain "And the winds of country? 3. What four things did they 6. hear and see in the second stanza? heaven caress us." Which do you like better, this poem, or "A Boy's Song," which follows? A Boy's SONG Where the pools are bright and deep, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the mowers mow the cleanest, Where the hazel bank is steepest, JAMES HOGG THE BROWN THRUSH LUCY LARCOM Lucy Larcom, who for a number of years worked in a factory in Massachusetts, wrote many stories and poems to show us how foolish we are to let ourselves be miserable and unhappy. She has shown us that we ourselves make ourselves unhappy. She means to tell us that if, when we imagine that we are unhappy, we should think for a minute, How foolish I am to be unhappy!" — the unhappiness would leave us at once. Listen to the thrush as you read the following poem; then try being happy just because you are determined to be happy instead of being miserable. Now imagine that you have a frown drawing down your brows, and that you are walking sullenly in a field. Suddenly a brown thrush on a treetop begins his rapturous song. Then think of what he is saying to you. The poem will tell what he says. juniper tree: a kind of evergreen tree. THE BROWN THRUSH 1 There's a merry brown thrush sitting up in a tree — 10 15 Don't you hear? Don't you see? I'm as happy as happy can be!" 2 And the brown thrush keeps singing, "A nest do you see, 5 And five eggs, hid by me in the juniper tree? Don't meddle! Don't touch! little girl, little boy, Now I'm glad! Now I'm free! And I always shall be, If you never bring sorrow to me." 3 So the merry brown thrush sings away in the tree, And he sings all the day, little girl, little boy, But long it won't be, Don't you know? Don't you see? |