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CLEANLINESS.— Miss Lamb,
Come, my little Robert, near, —
THE BLIND BOY.— ColleyCibber.
0 Say what is that thing called light, Which I must ne'er enjoy?
What are the blessings of thy sight? O, tell your poor blind boy!
You talk of wondrous things you see, You say the sun shines bright;
1 feel him warm, but how can he
Or make it day or night?
My day or night myself I make,
With heavy sighs I often hear
But sure with patience I can bear
Then let not what I cannot have
Whilst thus I sing, I am a king,
12 THE LAME BROTHER.
THE LAME BROTHER. — Miss Lamb.
My parents sleep both in one grave;
My only friend's a brother,
We are to one another.
A fine, stout boy I knew him once,
Whene'er he leaped, or jumped, or ran,
He leaped too far, he got a hurt,
He now does limping go;
My heart is full of woe.
He leans on me, when we to school
Do every morning walk;
He loves to hear my talk,
The theme of which is mostly this,
He listens pleased, — then sadly says5
Then I reply, "Indeed you 're not
. Led by your little elder hand, I learned to walk alone; Careful you used to be of me, My little brother John.
"How often, when my young feet tired,
You Ve carried me a mile, — And still together we can sit, And rest a little while.
"For our kind master never minds,
If we 're the very last;
With walking on too fast."
TRANSLATED FROM HERDER, BY MARY HOWiTT
Among green, pleasant meadows,
All in a grove so wild,
Of the Virgin and the child.
Here, oft, on summer evenings,
To play beside the image
Oft sat his mother by him,
And told how the Lord Jesus
14 A BALLAD.
"And now from highest heaven
And sees whate'er thou doest,
Thus spoke his tender mother;
And on an evening bright,
'Mid clouds of crimson light,
Again the boy was playing,
"O beautiful child Jesus,
Come down and play with me!
"I will find thee flowers the fairest,
I will get thee ripe, red strawberries,
"0 holy, holy Mother,
Put him down from off thy knee; For in these silent meadows
There are none to play with me!"
Thus spoke the boy so lovely,
And on his prayer she pondered,
That self-same night she dreamed