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The fellow that did take in hand
These children for to kill
As was God's blessed will;
The which is here expressed;
In prison long did rest.
All you that be executors made,
And overseers eke,
And infants mild and meek,
And yield to each his right;
Your wicked minds requite.
THE USE OP FLOWERS. — Mary HoioitL
God might have bade the earth bring forth
Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree,
Without a flower at all.
We might have had enough, enough
For every want of ours,
And yet have had no flowers.
The ore within the mountain mine
Kequireth none to grow;
To make the river flow.
46 TO MY LITTLE COUSIN WITH HER FIRST BONNET.
The clouds might give abundant rain,
The nightly dews might fall,
Might yet have drunk them all.
Then wherefore, wherefore were they made,
All dyed with rainbow light,
Upspringing day and night, — Springing in valleys green and low,
And on the mountains high,
Where no man passes by?
Our outward life requires them not, —
To minister delight to man,
To comfort man, to whisper hope Whene'er his faith is dim;
TO MY LITTLE COUSIN WITH HER FIRST
Fairies! guard the baby's bonnet, —
Set a special watch upon it;
Elfin people ! to your care
I commit it, fresh and fair;
Neat as neatness, white as snow, —
See ye make it ever so.
TO MY LITTLE COUSIN WITH HER FIRST BONNET. 41
Watch and ward set all about,
Some within and some without;
Over it, with dainty hand,
One her kirtle green expand;
One take post at every ring;
One at each unwrinkled string;
Two or three about the bow
Vigilant concern bestow;
A score, at least, on either side,
'Gainst evil accident provide,
(Jolt or jar or overlay ;)
And so the precious charge convey
Through all the dangers of the way.
But when those are battled through,
Fairies ! more remains to do;
Ye must gift, before ye go,
The bonnet, and the babe also,—
Gift it to protect her well,
Fays! from all malignant spell.
Charms and seasons to defy,
Blighting winds and evil eye;
And the bonny babe! on her
All your choicest gifts confer; —
Just as much of wit and sense
As may be hers without pretence, —
Just as much of grace and beauty
As shall not interfere with duty, —
Just as much of sprightliness
As may companion gentleness, —
Just as much of firmness, too,
As with self-will hath naught to do, —
Just as much light-hearted cheer
As may be melted to a tear,
By a word, a tone, a look,
Pity's touch, or Love's rebuke, —
As much of frankness, sweetly free,
48 THE YOUNG LETTER-WRITER.
As may consort with modesty, —
THE YOUNG LETTER-WRITER. — Miss Ltmb.
Dear Sir, Dear Madam, or Dear Friend,
And bite his pen, and lift his eyes,
As if he thinks to find in air
To fix his thoughts by fixed stare.
But haply all in vain, — the next
They '11 come, the writer, sore perplext,
And when maturer age he sees With ready pen so swift inditing,
Courage, young friend; the time may be, When you attain maturer age,
Even then, when you, to years a debtor, In varied phrase your meaning wrap, The welcom'st words in all your letter May be those two kind ones at the top.
ON ANOTHER'S SORROW. —Blake.
Can I see another's woe,
Can I see a falling tear,
Can a mother sit and hear
And can He who smiles on all