XVII. Thus spake the mother. Many tears did fall. XVIII. part. Ye farmers! see that ye, in virtue's school, Bring up all those, who fall unto your care; Ye gentlemen, who o'er our Factories rule! Let the poor orphan in your kindness share; Then shall they serve you well, and good prepare Both for themselves and others; and your name Receive the good man's smile, the poor man's prayer. How many thanks the virtuous soul may claim ! Such build upon a rock, and are not put to shame. *8 WHEN feeble suns scarce light the wintry sky, chair. Observant there, in pleased security, He marks the frozen brook, the withered tree, The howling of the blast, that winds its summons drear. II. The pensive man, to thought and feeling prone, And joy from inward contemplations borrow. From varying thoughts that unrestricted range, Pleased with the present scene, and to the future blind. III. 'Tis Winter, in its wild and angry mood! IV. Forth from the wood the wood-cutter comes back ; Upon his frosty beard the snow stands thick; He looks with peering eye to find the track, Then struggles on with panting breath and quick, Seeking his home. Anon, a traveler's sleigh Goes swift, with bells, that chime their stifled din. But he, who rides on such a stormy day, With aid of whip and voice, shall scarcely win, Seen dimly in the drifts, the distant village Inn. V. A refuge seeking from the surly winter, The red-breast comes, unto the window flying; Well pleased, I haste to let the stranger enter, And strive to keep the little thing from dying. See, how he hops abroad and picks the bread, The hospitable hand of childhood brings; Then pausing, as in thought, erects his head, And glances quick, and trims his little wings, And with a sudden voice breaks gladly forth and sings. VI. Unmindful of the storm, the noisy cur Shakes his well powdered sides, and barks, and now, A sharer in the elemental stir, With plunging head into the drift doth plough, And upward throws around the feathery snow. But Dobbin! such an hour's no sport for him. With ruminating head, depending low, And half-shut eye, with gathered snow-flakes dim, Close to the sheltering barn, he draws his quivering limb. VII. The weary thresher lays aside his flail, And shuts, like one amazed, his granary door; The village steeple waves and trembles in the blast. VIII. At such an hour let none adventurous roam. The blazing hearth and the domestic bliss. Then heap the favoring blaze, his weary steps to greet! IX. The sun sets now; and yet no sun doth rest Dark clouds usurp his place; and shades unblest Though fierce the snows invade each gaping seam, The children, gathering round, enclose its cheerful gleam. X. The winds are rude, but they regard it not, And laugh, as they were wont, and prattle loud; Prone on the floor, unconscious he of aught, The shaggy dog with closing eye is bowed. The cat doth in the corner sit demure; And as the crackling fire lights up the room, The housewife spreads the table of the poor, Or plies with careful hand the busy broom, Or doth her task once more, her wonted wheel resume. |