All frantic with joy to be off to the fair, He was dear to us all, ay, for many long years; But, mercy! how's this? my eye's filling with tears. There are drops on my cheek; there's a throb in my breast, His best years have gone by, and the master who gave FARM-YARD SONG. OVER the hill the farm-boy goes, The early dews are falling; Into the stone-heap darts the mink; "Co', boss! co', boss! co' ! co' ! co' !" Farther, farther over the hill, Into the yard the farmer goes, With grateful heart, at the close of day: In the wagon-shed stand yoke and plough; The friendly sheep his welcome bleat, The pigs come grunting to his feet, ' Co', boss! co', boss! co'! co' ! co'!" While still the cow-boy, far away, Goes seeking those that have gone astray, — Now to her task the milkmaid goes. While the pleasant dews are falling ; The new-milch heifer is quick and shy, Soothingly calling,— "So, boss! so, boss! so! so! so!" The cheerful milkmaid takes her stool, And sits and milks in the twilight cool, Saying, "So! so, boss! so! so!" To supper at last the farmer goes. The housewife's hand has turned the lock; The household sinks to deep repose; But still in sleep the farm-boy goes Singing, calling, "Co', boss! co', boss! co'! co'! co'!" And oft the milkmaid, in her dreams, Drums in the pail with the flashing streams, Murmuring, "So, boss! so!" -J. T. Trowbridge. Sniffing round and round about, Deep within the hollow tree." "Oh, no! please not, Robert dear, Do not be a grizzly bear! Little May was half afraid When she heard the noise you made, Roaring like a lion strong, Just now as you came along ; And she 'll scream and start, to-night, If you give her any fright." "Well, then, I will be a fox! You shall be the hens and cocks, I will softly creep this way Peep-and pounce upon my prey; Where the fern grows in the glen." 'Oh, no, Robert! you're so strong, "You 've your play, and we have ours : Go and climb the trees again! I, and little May, and Jane, Are so happy with our flowers! |