Then her people, softly treading, In the dress that she was wed in, That her spirit might have rest. LXV THE MOUNTAIN AND THE SQUIRREL HE mountain and the squirrel TH Had a quarrel, And the former called the latter 'Little prig'; Bun replied, 'You are doubtless very big, But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together To make up a year, And I think it no disgrace If I'm not so large as you, I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track. Talents differ; all is well and wisely put ; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you crack a nut.' R. W. Emerson LXVI EVENING HEPHERDS all, and maidens fair, SHEPHERDS all, and 'Gins to thicken, and the sun To secure yourselves from these, So shall you good shepherds prove, Now, good night! may sweetest slumbers And soft silence fall in numbers On your eyelids: so, farewell; Thus I end my evening knell. J. Fletcher A LXVII THE PARROT A True Story PARROT, from the Spanish main, Full young and early caged came o'er, With bright wings, to the bleak domain Of Mulla's shore. To spicy groves where he had won For these he changed the smoke of turf, But petted in our climate cold, He lived and chattered many a day: Until with age, from green and gold His wings grew gray. At last when blind, and seeming dumb, He scolded, laugh'd, and spoke no more, A Spanish stranger chanced to come He hail'd the bird in Spanish speech, T. Campbell I LXVIII SONG HAD a dove, and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving : O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied Why, pretty thing! would you not live with me? Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees? J. Keats LXIX THE BLIND BOY SAY what is that thing called Light, O Which I must ne'er enjoy ; What are the blessings of the sight, You talk of wondrous things you see, My day or night myself I make And could I ever keep awake With heavy sighs I often hear Then let not what I cannot have My cheer of mind destroy, Whilst thus I sing, I am a king, Although a poor blind boy. C. Cibber |