'Twas there she nursed me; 'twas there she died; And memory flows with lava1 tide. Say it is folly and deem me weak, While the scalding drops start down my cheek; But I love it, I love it, and cannot tear 15 SHEEP AND LAMBS. LOVE the fresh green April time, Then when the snow and frost are gone, I wander o'er the hills, By wooded glens, by rocky dens, The prickly furze and feathered fern And sweetly falls upon my ear I dearly love the gentle sheep, When feeding on the mountain side, Or drinking at the stream. Ilava-the melted stone, which flows, in liquid fire, from a burning mountain. I love them when in Summer's prime When summer flowers are fled. I love them best when Spring returns, When by their side the tender lambs I love to see the lambs at play, Each leap they take, each bound they make, Their mother looks upon the sports With love and happy pride; And guards them closely, lest they stray, So when the gentle Spring returns, I wander o'er the hills To see the sheep and lambs at play - 16 THE BEGGAR BOY. WHEN the wind blows loud and fearful, And the cottage matron careful, Shuts her door against the blast; When lone mothers, as they hearken, And the eve begins to darken When the pavement echoes only, On his brow the wet hair bristles, Little children playing gladly, In the parlour bright and warm, Speak ye softly to each other, Standing by the window-pane: "Had he father, had he mother, Would they leave him in the rain?" "In our home is peace and pleasure, Little children of the peasant, Sitting on the sanded floor, While the low, neat room looks pleasant, SPRING MORNING. EE how the fields are waking See hill and dale are taking A green more bright and deep. The fields in robes of flowers From all their blooming bowers Sweet clouds of incense1 rise. I incense, fragrant perfume. The sweet smell of the flowers is compared to that of the fragrant gum called "incense," which gives off its odours when burnt, and sends it up in clouds of smoke. The lark, in spring rejoicing, And many a desert blossom, THE ANT, OR EMMET. THESE Emmets, how little they are in our eyes! Yet, as wise as we are, if we went to their school, Some lessons of wisdom might learn. They don't wear their time out in sleeping or play, And for winter they lay up their stores: They manage their work in such regular forms, One would think they foresaw all the frosts and the storms, And so brought their food within doors. 2 ether, the pure, upper air. 3 anthem, hymn of praise. |