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Right towards the lamb she look’d; and from that shady
If Nature to her tongue could measured numbers * bring, Measured 20 Thus, thought I, to her lamb that little maid might sing : numbers;
write verse. “What ails thee, Young one? what? Why pull so at
thy cord ?
Rest, little Young one, rest; what is't that aileth thee? 25 “What is it thou would seek? What is wanting to thy
chain; 30 This beech is standing by, its covert * thou canst gain; Covert,coverFor rain and mountain-storms !—the like thou need’st lives in the
ing; it could not fear,
shade of the The rain and storm are things that scarcely can come beech-tree.
When my father found thee first in places far away ;
female sheep 40 Upon the mountain-tops no kinder could have been. “Thou know'st that twice a day I have brought thee in
Thohoht them in lambs.
ten it to the
for keeping Our hearth shall be thy bed, our house shall be thy fold.* sheep.
cart like a horse, to har
“ It will not, will not rest!-Poor creature, can it be That 'tis thy mother's heart which is working so in
thee? Belike, perhaps, Things that I know not of belike * to thee are dear, probably. And dreams of things which thou canst neither see
nor hear. “ Alas, the mountain-tops that look so green and fair I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come
there ; The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play, 55
When they are angry, roar like lions for their prey. Raven, a bird of “Here thou need'st not dread the raven* in the sky;
Night and day thou art safe, -our cottage is hard by.
such a tone,
Tended, taken care of.
But has one vacant * chair!
And mournings * for the dead ;
Will not be comforted.
10 But oftentimes celestial * benedictions *
Assume this dark disguise.
We see but dimly through the mists and vapours,
Funereal, dismal, 15 What seem to us but sad, funereal * tapers *
like a funeral. May be heaven's distant lamps.
Tapers, wax candles.
There is no death! What seems so is transition !* Transition, passage
from one state to
another. Is but a suburb * of the life Elysian, *
Suburb, the district Whose portal * we call Death.
which lies near a city. Elysian fields, were
amongst the Romans In that great cloister's* stillness and seclusion, the heaven or place By guardian angels led,
set apart as the abode
of the brave after
quiet apart from the Day after day we think what she is doing world, a convent.
Pollution, to corrupt. In those bright realms * of air;
Realms, kingdoms. Year after year, her tender steps pursuing,* Pursuing, following
after. Behold her grown more fair.'
Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken
Bond, anything that
And though at times impetuous* with emotion* Impetuous, hot, hasty
at conclusion. And anguish * long suppressed,
Emotion, agitation of The swelling heart heaves moaning like the mind, movement of ocean
A nguish, sorrow, or
sweet, to soften, or 45 We will be patient, and assuage * the feeling
allay. We may not wholly stay ;
Sanctifying, to make By silence sanctifying,* not concealing, *
Concealing, hiding, The grief that must have way.
to keep secret.
SOME MURMUR. -- Archbishop Trench. RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH (1807- ), now Archbishop of Dublin, is the author of The Study of Words; English Past and Present, &c. In early life he published several volumes of poems, in a style resembling that of Wordsworth. Some murmur, they Some murmur * when their sky is clear, are not pleased with
And wholly bright to view, their position in life. Speck, a little spot.
If one small speck * of dark appear
In their great heaven of blue;
If but one streak of light,
One ray of God's good mercy, gild *
The darkness of their night.
Palaces, the grand dwellings of the rich and powerful.
In palaces * are hearts that ask,
In discontent and pride,
And all good things denied ?
How love has in their aid
Such rich provision made.
BEN JONSON (1573-1637) was the son of a clergyman, and received a university education. He wrote very many plays and poems, some of them marked by great powers. He also perfected the compositions called Masques, which formed a favourite amusement of the Court. It is to his credit that his constant aim was to improve the morals of the day. He was buried in Westminster Abbey, and the flagstone over his grave was inscribed with the words, “O rare Ben Jonson!”
It is not growing like a tree
In bulk doth make Man better be ;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, Sere, withered. To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : *
A lily of a day
Is fairer far in May,
It was the plant and flower of Light !
In small proportions we just * beauties see; Measures, in short periods of time.
And in short measures * life may perfect be. 10 ABOU-BEN-ADHEM AND THE ANGEL.—Leigh Hunt. LEIGH HUNT (1784-1859) was an essayist and critic of the first half of this century. In early life he was editor of the Examiner, a London newspaper. Chief poems: Feast of the Poets, a legend of Florence; and The Palfrey.
ABOU-BEN-ADHEM (may his tribe * increase) Tribe, at first it
afterwards any diAnd saw within the moonlight in his room, vision of people ; "a Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, race or family from
the same ancestor; 5 An angel writing in a book of gold :
a body of people Exceeding * peace had made Ben-Adhem bold, under one leader. And to the Presence in the room he said,
much, very great. 66 What writest thou ?”—The vision raised its"
“And is mine one?” said Abou. “Nay, not so,"
Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.”
It came again with a great wakening light, Lo! look, see, be-
hold; it is a contrac
Led all the rest, stood And, lo ! * Ben-Adhem's name led all the rest.* first on the list.
Cohorts, among the Romans, a body of 500 or 600 men, the tenth
THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB'S * ARMY.
on the sea,
Galilee, the sea of green, That host with their banners at sunset were
it means a company
Galilee or lake of Gennesareth in Palestine was noted for its frequent storms.
* Sennacherib, king of Assyria, invaded Judea in the reign of Hezekiah. He afterwards threatened to destroy the king, but a “blast” from the Lord killed 185,000 of his men in one night.