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How best to help the slender store, How mend the dwellings, of the poor;
How gain in life, as life advances, Valour and charity more and more.
All along the valley, stream that flashest
white, Deepening thy voice with the deepening
of the night, All along the valley, where thy waters
THE CITY CHILD. Dainty little maiden, whither would you
wander? Whither from this pretty hoine, the
home where mother dwells ? • Far and far away,' said the dainty little
maiden, * All among the gardens, auriculas,
anemones, Roses and lilies and Canterbury-bells.'
WHITHER, O whither, love, shall we go,' For a score of sweet little summers or so? The sweet little wife of the singer said, On the day that follow'd the day she was
wed, Whither, () whither, love, shall we go?' And the singer shaking his curly head Turn'd as he sat, and struck the keys There at his right with a sudden crash, Singing, 'And shall it be over the seas With a crew that is neither rude nor
rash, But a bevy of Eroses apple-cheek'd, In a shallop of crystal ivory-beak’d, With a satin sail of a ruby glow, To a sweet little Eden on earth that I
know, A mountain islet pointed and peak’d? Waves on a diamond shingle dash, Cataract brooks to the ocean run, Fairily-delicate palaces shine Mixt with myrtle and clad with vine, And overstream'd and silvery-streak'd With many a rivulet high against the
Sun The facets of the glorious mountain Aash Above the valleys of palm and pine.' *Thither, O thither, love, let us go.'
Dainty little maiden, whither would you
wander? Whither from this pretty house, this
city-house of ours? • Far and far away,' said the dainty little
maiden, * All among the meadows, the clover and
the clematis, Daisies and kingcups and honeysuckle
MINNIE AND WINNIE. MINNIE and Winnie
Slept in a shell. Sleep, little ladies:
And they slept well.
'No, no, no! For in all that exquisite isle, my dear, There is but one bird with a musical
Pink was the shell within,
O little bard, is your lot so hard,
If men neglect your pages? I think not much of yours or of mine,
I hear the roll of the ages.
Rhymes and rhymes in the range of the
times ! Are mine for the moment stronger? Yet hate me not, but abide your lot,
I last but a moment longer.
This faded leaf, our names are as brief;
What room is left for a hater? Yet the yellow leaf hates the greener
leaf, For it hangs one moment later.
A PLAGUE upon the people fell,
A famine after laid them low, Then thorpe and byre arose in fire,
For on them brake the sudden foe; So thick they died the people cried,
* The Gods are moved against the land: The Priest in horror about his altar To Thor and Odin lifted a hand :
'Help us from famine
Greater than I - is that your cry?
And men will live to see it. Well — if it be so -- so it is, you know;
And if it be so, so be it.
Brief, brief is a summer leaf,
But this is the time of hollies.
How I hate the spites and the follies !
But still the foeman spoil'd and burn'd,
And cattle died, and deer in wood, And bird in air, and fishes turn'd
And whiten'd all the rolling flood;
The King bent low, with hand on brow,
He stay'd his arms upon his knee:
For now the Priest has judged for me.'
But the Priest was happy,
The Priest went out by heath and hill;
The King was hunting in the wild;
She cast her arms about the child.
The Priest beheld him,
He bore but little game in hand;
So I pray you tell the truth to me.
The rites prepared, the victim bared,
The knife uprising toward the blow
Me, not my darling, no!'
Suddenly from him brake his wife,
O, Father Odin,
GLORY of warrior, glory of orator, glory of song,
Paid with a voice flying by to be lost on an endless sea
Nay, but she aim'd not at glory, no lover of glory she:
Would she have heart to endure for the life of the worm and the fly?
To rest in a golden grove, or to bask in a summer sky: