THE BLIND BOY AT PLAY. THE blind boy's been at play, mother, We led him on his way, mother, But when we found a starry flower, A tear came trembling down his cheek, We took him to the mill, mother, We asked him why he wept, mother, "It is because I cannot see The sunshine and the flowers." Oh! that poor, sightless boy, mother, And when I see the dancing stream, And daisies red and white, I kneel upon the meadow sod And THANK MY GOD for sight. Eliza Cook. LITTLE WILLIE AND THE APPLE. LITTLE Willie stood under an apple tree old; Said he, "I don't see why my father should say, "He would never find out, if I took but just one, He stretched forth his hand, but a low, mournful strain Came wandering dreamily over his brain; In his bosom a beautiful harp had long laid, That the angel of conscience quite frequently played. And he sung, Then Willie turned round, and still as a mouse, In his own little chamber he knelt down to pray THE SHEPHERD BOY. COME, little flock, 'tis time to leave the mountain; Thus down the vale the shepherd boy is singing, Poor shepherd boy! the moss must be his pillow, Poor shepherd boy! the stars that shine above him From the German. THE HISTORY OF JOHN GILPIN. JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band captain eke was he John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, Though wedded we have been 66 These twice ten tedious years, yet we "To-morrow is our wedding-day, "My sister and my sister's child, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we." He soon replied, "I do admire Of womankind but one, And you are she, my dearest dear, Therefore it shall be done. “I am a linendraper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calendrer Will lend his horse to go." Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, "That's well said, And, for that wine is dear, We will be furnished with our own, Which is both bright and clear." John Gilpin kiss'd his loving wife; That though on pleasure she was bent, The morning came, the chaise was brought, But yet was not allowed To drive up to the door, lest folk So three doors off the chaise was stay'd, Six precious souls, and all agog To dash through thick and thin. Smack went the whip, round went the wheels, Were never folk so glad; The stones did rattle underneath, As if Cheapside were mad. John Gilpin at his horse's side For saddle-tree scarce reach'd had he, When turning round his head, he saw So down he came; for loss of time, 'Twas long before the customers When Betty, screaming, came down stairs, "The wine is left behind!" |