32. William Herbert Carruth: Each in His Own Tongue. 7. Spirited utterance; fast time The year's at the spring And day's at the morn; The hill-side's dew-pearled; 1 From Each in His Own Tongue and Other Poems, G. P. Putnam's Sons, New York. Used with the kind permission of the author. 33. 34. The lark's on the wing; All's right with the world! Browning: Pippa Passes (Pippa's Song). Gallant and gay in their doublets gray, Doublets of gray silk and surcoats of purple, Edwin Arnold: The Swallows. protest; How in Heaven's name did Columbus get over That on the other brink Of this wild waste, terra firma should be, What if wise men had, as far back as Ptolemy, Judged that the earth like an orange was round, Many a day before Ever they'd come ashore, Sadder and wiser men, They'd have turned back again; And that he did not, but did cross the sea, Is a pure wonder, I must say, to me. Clough: Columbus. 35. They went to sea in a sieve, they did; In spite of all their friends could say, And when the sieve turned round and round, Far and few, far and few Are the lands where the Jumblies live; Their heads are green, and their hands are blue, The water it soon came in, it did; The water it soon came in ; So, to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet And they fastened it down with a pin. Far and few, far and few Are the lands where the Jumblies live; And in twenty years they all came back, – In twenty years or more; And every one said, "How tall they've grown! For they've been to the Lakes, and the Torrible Zone, And the hills of the Chankly Bore." And they drank their health, and gave them a feast Of dumplings made of beautiful yeast; And every one said, "If we only live, We, too, will go to sea in a sieve, To the hills of the Chankly Bore." 36. 37. Far and few, far and few Are the lands where the Jumblies live; Their heads are green, and their hands are blue, Edward Lear: The Jumblies. A wind came up out of the sea, And said, "O mists, make room for me." Longfellow: Daybreak. 8. For general reading THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN 1 Robert Browning I Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall on the southern side; A pleasanter spot you never spied; 1 In abridging The Pied Piper of Hamelin the author has been helped by the cutting of the poem found in Charles Wesley Emerson's Evolution of Expression, volume i. They fought the dogs and killed the cats, And bit the babies in the cradles, And ate the cheeses out of the vats, And licked the soup from the cook's own ladles, Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats III At last the people in a body 66 To the Town Hall came flocking: ""T is clear,” cried they, "our Mayor's a noddy And as for our Corporation-shocking To think we buy gowns lined with ermine What's best to rid us of our vermin! IV An hour they sat in council; At length the Mayor broke silence: It's |