The wind flows cool; the scented ground Then turn to bathe and revel there. The sun breaks forth; from off the scene With trembling drops of light is hung. Now gaze on Nature, —yet the same, Hear the rich music of that voice, Which sounds from all below, above; She calls her children to rejoice, And round them throws her arms oflove. Drink in her influence; low-born care, And all the train of mean desire, Refuse to breathe this holy air, And mid this living light expire. CAROLINE BOWLES SOUTHEY. [1787-1854.] MARINER'S HYMN. LAUNCH thy bark, mariner! Breakers are round thee; "What of the night, watchman? No land yet all 's right." Be wakeful, be vigilant, Danger may be At an hour when all seemeth How! gains the leak so fast? WILLIAM KNOX. I said to Friendship's menaced blow, To those already there; This last severe distress I said to Death's uplifted dart, 149 And the memory of those who have loved her and praised, Are alike from the minds of the living erased. The hand of the king that the sceptre hath borne, The brow of the priest that the mitre hath worn, The eye of the sage, and the heart of the brave, Are hidden and lost in the depths of the grave. The peasant whose lot was to sow and to reap, For we are the same things our fathers have been; We see the same sights that our fathers have seen, The child that a mother attended and We drink the same stream, and we feel the same sun, loved, The mother that infant's affection who And run the same course that our fathers have run. In and out, Through the motley rout, little Jackdaw kept hopping about; Like a dog in a fair, And dishes and plates, Cowl and cope and rochet and pall, He perched on the chair Where, in state, the great Lord Cardinal sat, In the great Lord Cardinal's great red hat; And he peered in the face Of his Lordship's Grace, With a satisfied look, as if to say, "We two are the greatest folks here today!" And the priests with awe, As such freaks they saw, Said, "The Devil must be in that little Jackdaw!" The feast was over, the board was cleared, The flawns and the custards had all disappeared, And six little singing-boys, - dear little souls! In nice clean faces and nice white stoles, Came, in order due, Two by two, Marching that grand refectory through! A nice little boy held a golden ewer, Embossed, and filled with water, as pure As any that flows between Rheims and Namur, Which a nice little boy stood ready to catch In a fine golden hand-basin made to match. And a nice little boy had a nice cake of soap Of the best white diaper fringed with pink, And a cardinal's hat marked in permanent ink. The great Lord Cardinal turns at the sight Of these nice little boys dressed all in white; From his finger he draws nobody twigged it, 151 He cursed him in sitting, in standing, in lying; He cursed him in walking, in riding, in flying; He cursed him living, he cursed him dying! Never was heard such a terrible curse! Nobody seemed one penny the worse! The day was gone, The night came on, The monks and the friars they searched till dawn; When the sacristan saw, Come limping a poor little lame Jackdaw! As on yesterday; His feathers all seemed to be turned the wrong way;His pinions drooped, he could hardly stand, His head was as bald as the palm of your hand; His eye so dim, So wasted each limb, That, heedless of grammar, they all cried, "THAT'S HIM! That's the scamp that has done this scandalous thing, That's the thief that has got my Lord The poor little Jackdaw, Feebly gave vent to the ghost of a caw; Some rascal or other, had popped in and And turned his bald head as much as to prigged it!" say, "Pray be so good as to walk this way!" Slower and slower He limped on before, Till they came to the back of the belfry door, Where the first thing they saw, Midst the sticks and the straw, Was the RING in the nest of that little Jackdaw! He cursed him in sleeping, that every Then the great Lord Cardinal called for night his book, He should dream of the Devil, and And off that terrible curse he took; wake in a fright. The mute expression Served in lieu of confession, And, being thus coupled with full resti tution, The Jackdaw got plenary absolution! When those words were heard That poor little bird Yet on the rose's humble bed Was so changed in a moment, 't was As if she wept the waste to see, really absurd: He grew sleek and fat; In addition to that, A fresh crop of feathers came thick as a mat! His tail waggled more Even than before; So they canonized him by the name of No useless coffin enclosed his breast, |