The Sandpiper. "The Sandpiper," by Celia Thaxter (1836-94), is placed here because 2 goodly percentage of the children who read it want to learn it. ACROSS the lonely beach we flit, One little sandpiper and I, The scattered driftwood, bleached and dry. As up Above our heads the sullen clouds Scud, black and swift, across the sky; I see the close-reefed vessels fly, I watch him as he skims along, He has no thought of any wrong, He scans me with a fearless eye; Comrade, where wilt thou be to-night, My driftwood fire will burn so bright! To what warm shelter canst thou fly? Lady Clare. CELIA THAXTER. Girls always love "Lady Clare" and "The Lord of Burleigh." They like to think that it is enough to be a splendid woman without title or wealth. They want to be loved, if they are loved at all, for their good hearts and graces of mind. Tennyson (1809-92) makes this point repeatedly through his poems. It was the time when lilies blow And clouds are highest up in air; Lord Ronald brought a lily-white doe I trow they did not part in scorn: "He does not love me for my birth, In there came old Alice the nurse; Said: "Who was this that went from thee?" "It was my cousin," said Lady Clare; "To-morrow he weds with me." "O God be thank'd!" said Alice the nurse, "Are ye out of your mind, my nurse, my nurse," Said Lady Clare, "that ye speak so wild?" 'As God's above," said Alice the nurse, "I speak the truth: you are my child. "The old Earl's daughter died at my breast; "Falsely, falsely have ye done, O mother," she said, "if this be true, "Nay now, my child," said Alice the nurse, "If I'm a beggar born," she said, "Nay now, my child," said Alice the nurse, She said: "Not so: but I will know If there be any faith in man.” "Nay now, what faith?" said Alice the nurse; "The man will cleave unto his right." "And he shall have it," the lady replied, "Tho' I should die to-night." "Yet give one kiss to your mother dear! "Yet here's a kiss for my mother dear, And lay your hand upon my head, She clad herself in a russet gown, She was no longer Lady Clare: She went by dale, and she went by down, The lily-white doe Lord Ronald had brought Dropt her head in the maiden's hand, Down stept Lord Ronald from his tower: "If I come drest like a village maid, "Play me no tricks," said Lord Ronald, O and proudly stood she up! Her heart within her did not fail: She look'd into Lord Ronald's eyes, And told him all her nurse's tale. He laugh'd a laugh of merry scorn: He turn'd and kiss'd her where she stood: "If you are not the heiress born, And I," said he, "the next in blood "If you are not the heiress born, And I," said he, "the lawful heir, We two will wed to-morrow morn, And you shall still be Lady Clare." ALFRED TENNYSON. The Lord of Burleigh. IN her ear he whispers gaily, "If my heart by signs can tell, She replies, in accents fainter, |