And the good Nokomis answered: Then the little Hiawatha Learned of every bird its language, Learned their names and all their secrets, Of all beasts he learned the language, Talked with them whene'er he met them, HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud. "The Daffodil" is here out of compliment to a splendid school and a splendid teacher at Poughkeepsie. I found the pupils learning the poem, the teacher having placed a bunch of daffodils in a vase before them. It was a charming lesson. (1770-96.) I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, Continuous as the stars that shine The waves beside them danced, but they In such a jocund company; I gazed-and gazed—but little thought For oft, when on my couch I lie And then my heart with pleasure fills, WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. John Barleycorn. "John Barleycorn" is a favourite with boys because it pictures a successful struggle. One editor has made a temperance poem of it, mistaking its true intent. The poem is a strong expression of a plow. man's love for a hardy, food-giving grain which has sprung to life through his efforts (1759-96.) THERE were three kings into the East, And they ha'e sworn a solemn oath They took a plow and plowed him down, And they ha'e sworn a solemn oath But the cheerful spring came kindly on, The sultry suns of summer came, His head well arm'd wi' pointed spears, The sober autumn entered mild, His bending joints and drooping head His colour sickened more and more, He faded into age; And then his enemies began To show their deadly rage. They took a weapon long and sharp, Like a rogue for forgery. They laid him down upon his back, They filled up then a darksome pit And heaved in poor John Barleycorn, They laid him out upon the floor, They wasted o'er a scorching flame But a miller used him worst of all— And they have taken his very heart's blood, And still the more and more they drank, ROBERT Burns. A Life on the Ocean Wave. "A Life on the Ocean Wave," by Epes Sargent (1813-80), gives the swing and motion of the water of the great ocean. Childrer remember it almost unconsciously after hearing it read several times A LIFE on the ocean wave, A home on the rolling deep, Where the scattered waters rave, And the winds their revels keep! Like an eagle caged, I pine On this dull, unchanging shore: The spray and the tempest's roar! Once more on the deck I stand The gale follows fair abaft. We shoot through the sparkling foam The land is no longer in view, The clouds have begun to frown; A home on the rolling sea! A life on the ocean wave! EPES SARGENT. The Death of the Old Year. It is customary, every New Year's eve in America, to ring bells, fire guns, send up rockets, and, in many other ways, to show joy and gratitude that the old year has been so kind, and that the new year is so auspicious. The emphasis in Tennyson's poem is laid on gratitude for past benefits so easily forgotten rather than upon the possible advantages of the unknown and untried future. FULL knee-deep lies the winter snow, For the old year lies a-dying. Old year, you must not die; |