VI. With staff in hand across the cleft The Challenger began his march; And now, all eyes and feet, hath gain'd When list! he hears a piteous moan- A Lamb, that in the pool is pent Within that black and frightful Rent. VII. The Lamb had slipp'd into the stream, And safe without a bruise or wound The Cataract had borne him down Into the gulph profound. His Dam had seen him when he fell, She saw him down the torrent borne ; And, while with all a mother's love She from the lofty rocks above Sent forth a cry forlorn, The Lamb, still swimming round and round, Made answer to that plaintive sound. VIII. When he had learnt, what thing it was, Both gladly now deferr'd their task; And there the helpless Lamb he found IX. He drew it gently from the pool, And brought it forth into the light : The Shepherds met him with his Charge, An unexpected sight! Into their arms the Lamb they took, Said they, "He's neither maim'd nor scarr'd" Then up the steep ascent they hied And placed him at his Mother's side; Those idle Shepherd-boys upbraid, And bade them better mind their trade. POOR SUSAN. At the corner of Wood-Street, when day-light appears, There's a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years: Poor Susan has pass'd by the spot, and has heard In the silence of morning the song of the Bird. She sees 'Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her? Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale, |