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At length the old man's limbs grew weak,
His eyes grew pale and dim :
Became a guide to him ;
His spirit passed away,
Whose lips he taught to pray. Alone she wanders through the lane
They roved in summer weather, And gazing on the stars, she sighs, “We there may bide together!”
J. E. CARPENTER,
WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE.
WOODMAN, spare that tree!
Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me,
And I'll protect it now. 'Twas my forefather's hand
That placed it near his cot : There, woodman, let it stand
Thy axe shall harm it not!
That old familiar tree,
Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea,
And wouldst thou hew it down ? Woodman, forbear thy stroke!
Cut not its earth-bound ties ; Oh, spare that aged oak,
Now towering to the skies !
When but an idle boy,
I sought its grateful shade ; In all their gushing joy,
Here, too, my sisters played. My mother kissed me here;
My father pressed my hand
Forgive this foolish tear,
But let that old oak stand !
My heart-strings round thee cling
Close as thy bark, old friend ! Here shall the wild-bird sing,
And still thy branches bend.
And, woodman, leave the spot ;-
G. P. MORRIS.
THE RISING MOON.
The moon is up! How calm and slow
She wheels above the hill !
And all the world lies still.
The way-worn travellers with delight
The rising brightness see, Revealing all the paths and plains,
And gilding every tree.
It glistens where the hurrying stream
Its little ripple leaves ;
And sparkles on the leaves.
So once, on Judah's evening hills,
The heavenly lustre spread ;
And shepherds gazed with dread.
And still that light upon the world
Its guiding splendour throws ; Bright in the opening hours of life, But brighter at the close.
THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN.
HAMELIN town's in Brunswick,
By famous Hanover city :
But, when begins my ditty,
From vermin, was a pity,
And bit the babies in the cradles;
And licked the soup from the cooks' own ladles; Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats,
By drowning their speaking
With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats.
At last the people in a body
To the Town Hall came flocking :
And as for our corporation-shocking :
An hour they sate in council ;
At length the mayor broke silence : “For a guilder I'd my ermine gown sell ;
I wish I were a mile hence ! It's easy to bid one rack one's brainI'm sure my poor head aches again, I've scratched it so, and all in vain. O for a trap, a trap, a trap !". Just as he said this, what should hap At the chamber door but a gentle tap ? “Bless us !” cried the mayor, “what's that?” “Only a scraping of shoes on the mat; Anything like the sound of a rat Makes my heart go pit-a-pat!" “Come in !" the mayor cried, looking bigger ; And in did come the strangest figure ! His queer long coat, from heel to head, Was half of yellow and half of red; And he himself was tall and thin, With sharp blue eyes, each like a pin, And light loose hair, yet swarthy skin ; No tuft on cheek, nor beard on chin, But lips where smiles went out and inThere was no guessing his kith and kin. And nobody could enough admire The tall man and his quaint attire : Quoth one, “It's as my great grandsire, Starting up at the trump of doom's tone, Had walked this way from his painted tombstone !*
He advanced to the council table,
All creatures living beneath the sun,
That creep, or swim, or fly, or run,
(And here they noticed round his neck
A scarf of red and yellow stripe, To match with his coat of the self-same check :
And at the scarf's end hung a pipe; And his fingers, they noticed, were ever straying, As if impatient to be playing Upon this pipe, as low it dangled Over his vesture so old-fangled.) “Yet,” said he, “poor piper as I am, In Tartary I freed the Cham,
Last June, from his huge swarms of gnats ; I eased in Asia the Nizam
Of a monstrous brood of vampyre bats ;
If I can rid your town of rats,
Into the street the piper stepped,
Smiling first a little smile,
In his quiet pipe the while;
Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, Curling tails and pricking whiskers,
Families by tens and dozens, Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives Followed the piper for their lives.