"THEY DESIRE A BETTER COUNTRY"

A GREEN CORNFIELD

A BRIDE SONG.

"I WILL LIFT UP MINE EYES UNTO THE HILLS"

SAINTS AND ANGELS

"WHEN MY HEART IS VEXED, I WILL COMPLAIN

AFTER COMMUNION

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GOBLIN MARKET.

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ORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy:

Apples and quinces,

Plump unpecked cherries,
Melons and raspberries,
Bloom-down-cheeked peaches,

Swart-headed mulberries,

Wild free-born cranberries,
Crab-apples, dewberries,
Pine-apples, blackberries,
Apricots, strawberries ;-
All ripe together

In summer weather,
Morns that pass by,
Fair eves that fly;

Come buy, come buy:

Our grapes fresh from the vine,
Pomegranates full and fine,
Dates and sharp bullaces,
Rare pears and greengages,

Damsons and bilberries,
Taste them and try:
Currants and gooseberries,
Bright-fire-like barberries,
Figs to fill your mouth,
Citrons from the South,

Sweet to tongue and sound to eye;

Come buy, come buy."

Evening by evening

Among the brookside rushes,

Laura bowed her head to hear,
Lizzie veiled her blushes:

Crouching close together

In the cooling weather,

With clasping arms and cautioning lips, With tingling cheeks and finger-tips. "Lie close," Laura said,

Pricking up her golden head:

"We must not look at goblin men,

We must not buy their fruits :

Who knows upon what soil they fed
Their hungry thirsty roots?"
"Come buy," call the goblins
Hobbling down the glen.

"O," cried Lizzie, "Laura, Laura,
You should not peep at goblin men."

Lizzie covered up her eyes,

Covered close lest they should look;
Laura reared her glossy head,