FAREWELL TO THE FARM HE coach is at the door at last; The eager children, mounting fast And kissing hands, in chorus sing: Good-bye, good-bye, to everything! To house and garden, field and lawn, The meadow-gates we swang upon, To pump and stable, tree and swing, Good-bye, good-bye, to everything! And fare you well for evermore, Crack goes the whip, and off we go; The trees and houses smaller grow; Last, round the woody turn we swing: Good-bye, good-bye, to everything! XLI NORTH-WEST PASSAGE I. COOD NIGHT. HEN the bright lamp is carried in, The sunless hours again begin; O'er all without, in field and lane, The haunted night returns again. Now we behold the embers flee Must we to bed indeed? Well then, Let us arise and go like men, Farewell, O brother, sister, sire! 2. SHADOW MARCH. All round the house is the jet-black night; Now my little heart goes a-beating like a drum, And all round the candle the crooked shadows come, The shadow of the balusters, the shadow of the lamp, The shadow of the child that goes to bed All the wicked shadows coming tramp, tramp, tramp, With the black night overhead. Last, to the chamber where I lie There, safe arrived, we turn about Then, when mamma goes by to bed, |