THE OLD FOLKS' ROOM. His coat was of good old-fashioned gray, Where his "specks" and his steel tobacco-box, The old man liked to stir the fire, So, near him the tongs were kept; Sometimes he mused as he gazed at the coals, What saw he in the embers there? His good wife sat on the other side, There's a happy look on her aged face, And Nellie takes up the stitches dropped, Their children come and read the news, How it stirs the blood in an old man's heart, 263 264 GOOD FROM EVIL. "T is a homely scene, I told you so, Be kind unto the old, my friend, They 're worn with this world's strife, Though bravely once perchance they fought The stern, fierce battle of life. They taught our youthful feet to climb Upward life's rugged steep; Then let us gently lead them down GOOD FROM EVIL. THE clouds which rise with thunder, slake The blow most dreaded falls to break J. G. WHITTIER. I SLEPT BEAUTY AND DUTY. and dreamed that life was beauty; and found that life was duty. Was my dream, then, a shadowy lie? Toil on, sad heart, courageously; And thou shalt find thy dream shall be A noonday light and truth to thee. LUCY HOOPER. EXCELSIOR. THE shades of night were falling fast, His brow was sad; his eye beneath, The accents of that unknown tongue, In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; 266 EXCELSIOR. Above, the spectral glaciers shone, 66 Try not the Pass!" the old man said; "Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!" And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior! "O stay," the maiden said, "and rest "Beware the pine-tree's withered branch! At break of day, as heavenward A traveller, by the faithful hound, A FAREWELL. Still grasping in his hand of ice There in the twilight cold and gray, 267 LONGFELLOW. A FAREWELL. My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long; And so make life, death, and that vast Forever One grand, sweet song. CHARLES KINGSLEY. |