And the Three Kings rode through the gate and the guard, Through the silent street, till their horses turned And neighed as they entered the great inn yard; But the windows were closed, and the doors were barred, And only a light in the stable burned. And cradled there in the scented hay, In the air made sweet by the breath of kine, The little child in the manger lay, STAY, stay at home, my heart, and rest; Home-keeping hearts are happiest, For those that wander they know not where Are full of trouble and full of care; To stay at home is best. Weary and homesick and distressed, They wander east, they wander west, And are baffled and beaten and blown about The child, that would be king one By the winds of the wilderness of doubt; To stay at home is best. Then stay at home, my heart, and rest; The bird is safest in its nest; O'er all that flutter their wings and fly A hawk is hovering in the sky; To stay at home is best. THE WHITE CZAR The White Czar is Peter the Great. Batyushka, Father dear, and Gosudar, Sovereign, are titles the Russian people are fond of giving to the Czar in their popular songs. Dost thou see on the rampart's height He has heard, among the dead, Batyushka! Gosudar! 10 20 He looks from the mountain-chain Points southward o'er the land Batyushka! Gosudar! And the words break from his lips: "The Bosphorus shall be free; Batyushka Gosudar! "And the Christian shall no more Be crushed, as heretofore, Beneath thine iron rule, O Sultan of Istamboul! I swear it! I the Czar, DELIA 30 40 And from ages yet to be Somewhere at every hour O Absalom, my son! He goes forth from the door, O Absalom, my son! That 't is a common grief Bringeth but slight relief; Ours is the bitterest loss, Ours is the heaviest cross; And forever the cry will be "Would God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son!" FROM MY ARM-CHAIR TO THE CHILDREN OF CAMBRIDGE 30 40 |